Anyone For Tennis? - Sex Stories

Anyone For Tennis?

... You will be my auld gadgie, my sex toy, so whether you enjoy what’s coming is, by the way, ‘cus it’s all for me. Geddit?”

“Err, yes, I think.”

She grabbed my polo shirt at the hem on two sides, then pulled it up.

“Let’s git this off.”

I raised my arms to help, and in a trice, I was half naked in front of her. Kirsten stood, staring at my chest, and lifted her hands to gently brush the hairs surrounding my nipples.

“I luve white hair on a man, it's so sexy.”

With that, she softly touched my nipples, circling her fingers around the hardening points before bending forward and sucking each one.

“That’s very nice; not many women know that a man’s nipples are just as sensitive as hers.”

She lifted her face and smiled at me, then rolled each one between two fingers. I was entranced by this girl, completely smitten by her sexuality, until the moment the tweaking turned into a fierce pinch, and my pleasure turned to severe pain as she pulled hard on both pieces of sensitised flesh.

“I’m a complete bitch as well as a slut.”

I groaned and gasped, my eyes screwed shut with my teeth grinding together in a vain attempt to staunch the agony.

“Please stop; it hurts horribly.”

The pressure relented, but the pain went on.

“Ye wee bairn! Take off your shorts and pants; I wanna see your tadger.”

I pulled both down, then kicked them off over my court shoes. In the process, I looked down at my hard cock as it sprung forth, released from its cloth ...

... prison.

Kirsten’s hands moved down from my chest, and her fingers started to play with my pubes. She looked down at the foreskin pulled tight over my glans, the small bit of red flesh visible covered in the slime of pre-cum fluid.

“You have a braw tadger there, Stefan, and white pubes too. A bonus pair for me.”

Her fingers slid along my shaft, and then one played around in the wet space, circling gently. I was totally relaxed, completely unprepared for the sudden violent jerk as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pulled my foreskin back.

“Aargh!”

Then she grasped my sack with her other hand, pulling the two in opposite directions while twisting and squeezing hard with both hands. I was in agony and sank to my knees in front of her. As I went down, she released her grip, just before I rolled to my side, scrunched in a foetal ball on the floor.

From the floor, I looked up; she was like a goddess towering over me, gloating at the way she had reduced me to a quivering wreck. I watched as she pulled her tennis shirt over her head, reached behind her back, and released her bra. I saw her beautiful, firm breasts come free before she unhitched her little skirt and let it drop to the floor.

“Sit up, Stefan. Don’t be a feartie.”

So I struggled back to kneeling, the pain between my legs gradually reducing. Kirsten moved closer and closer, and my vision became filled with her white panties before she thrust her mound into my face.

“You spent the whole of the ...