1. Sex Education - Chapter 1 - A Tight Fit


    Date: 6/16/2024, Categories: Fiction Consensual Sex Exhibitionism Male/Female Author: Virt

    During a weekend away from their midwestern university, Lea and Stephen embark on a journey toward sexual freedom. Stephen, being from an upper crust family in Boston, and Lea, being the daughter of a Chinese Telecom mogul, find fun in the oldest location of the new world. This story is told from the point of view of Stephen, as he and Lea begin their exploration of both the city and their personal desires.
    
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    I see you Lea, standing in the guard tower of Castillo de San Marcos, looking out a view port at the sailboats on the bay. I step close behind you, knowing you are wearing nothing under that soft, delicate and diaphanous calf length skirt. There is nowhere for you to go, especially as you hear a zipper. You quiver in anticipation, knowing you will give yourself to me here and now.
    
    You sense the slow lifting of your skirt by the sides, tenderly gliding up the back of your thighs. Once over the soft and supple shape of your ass, you feel me crowd against you. My throbbing member is burning between your cheeks as my hand slowly drifts around to the suddenly steaming hot cauldron of your being.
    
    As I gently pry your petals apart, touching the nexus that is aching, you shudder ever so faintly and push back against me. Your breath catches for but a split second, then you moan with unabashed want.
    
    Using my fingers, I splay your lips further apart, smearing your flowing nectar around. My fingers, your lips, the inside of your thighs are soon drenched, all ...
    ... while your breath quickens. You tell yourself this needs to stop, but your hunger is strong and you want this as much as I do.
    
    My middle finger searches for and finds the opening, the source of your wetness, and pushes in. Slowly. Drawing the fluids out as I press further in. Slowly, ever so slowly.
    
    You breathe, sweat beading on your brow. You want to speak, but that would break the spell you're under. You drop your right hand to mine, trying to push my finger in deeper to satisfy that craving, that urge, that need to be filled.
    
    "Tell me, my dear," I whisper in your ear, "what is it you wish?"
    
    All you can do is moan and push your sweet ass back against me, pressing my member further between your cheeks. Swaying your hips ever so gently, you compress the muscles to embrace me tightly.
    
    "Please... " you keen.
    
    "Here? Now?" I ask.
    
    "Y- y- yesss... h-he-heeerrre," you voice, as your breath releases.
    
    Gathering your fluids on my fingers, I remove my member from your clenched muscles and spread the lubrication all over the head of my phallus. Reaching back for more, I spread copious amounts of your luscious trickle on and into your tight rosebud as I slip my middle finger into you.
    
    "Here?" I whisper in your ear as I push deeper into your ass.
    
    "O-oh God, yes. Pl-plee-pleeaassseee..."
    
    Removing my finger, I place the helmet against your sacred opening. Pushing just enough for you to feel the pressure, but not enough to break through, I hold.
    
    "You know what ...
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