Anyone For Tennis? - Sex Stories

Anyone For Tennis?

... match partnering with me, gawping at my knickers, so now you can have your dafty face full of them.”

She ground herself into me, her hands behind my head, her panties pressed into my face. I could smell her sex and feel the dampness remaining from the orgasm I had given her on the court. I knew she was well aroused but completely unsure as to where we were heading; however, the strength of my erection indicated I was quite happy to follow wherever she led.

As her hips rotated, one of her hands pushed down inside her panties, and then she started to frig herself rapidly. I sat back a bit, watching the show from very close quarters.

“Pull my knickers down, Stefan, get rid of them.”

Dutifully, I hooked a thumb under the waistband on each side and slid the offending garment down to her ankles, then gently lifted each foot, one after the other, before throwing them aside.

“Take my tennis shoes off.”

I bent over to release the lace on each shoe before pulling it off her foot. It gave me the chance to stroke her perfectly formed shins. There was an erotic charge in that room as my fingers explored more of her lower legs, feeling her softness.

I sank onto my knees, facing the space between her legs, lost in an erotic reverie as she used her fingers to part her pussy lips. I stared at her glistening rosebud, slimy residues of her juices, almost beckoning me in to lick the stiff protuberance of her clitoris.

Kirsten started to masturbate, her fingers taking the ...

... place where, a second before, I had imagined my tongue.

“Come close, Stefan; lick my pussy as I cum.”

I shuffled forward and tilted my head back to view her wet, swollen lips churning from the force of her fingers.

“I’m gaunnea cum, nou!”

Suddenly I saw a great blob of white slime trickle out from her pussy; not only was she cumming, but she was also ejaculating. I pushed up and opened my mouth under the source of her nectar. Then Kirsten grabbed my head and forced herself onto my face as her body went into a series of violent spasms. The dribble of slime turned into a veritable torrent, and my mouth was working overtime to pass it down to my throat.

When her hand withdrew, I let my mouth and tongue take its place, licking her hard clit as well as the mixture of her lube and ejaculate. Every time I hit the top of her clit her whole body shuddered, and she bore down hard on my face.

“Get up, Stefan."

Shakily, I rose to my feet and looked at my teenage slut. She burst into a fit of giggles, then pointed to one side. I looked in the same direction and saw myself in a mirror on the wall. My face was plastered with her juices, cum and lube, all mixed, with one large drip hanging from the end of my nose. I turned back to her, grabbed her head, and forced my messy face against her cheeks, brow, and chin before finally mashing my lips on hers.

It was a very lengthy kiss.

Kirsten broke the spell by pulling away, and then lying on her back on her bed’s duvet. ...