Young Cunts - Act One: Shall We Start With Cunts? - Sex Stories

Young Cunts - Act One: Shall We Start With Cunts?

... a wrapped condom, which she brandished at her husband.

“Oh God, must we really? I hate putting those things on! And what will Father Ambrose say?”

“Well, you don’t need to tell him, do you? Besides,you don’t have to put it on!” giggled Rosie, as she unwrapped the condom and placed it, still rolled, between her red-lipsticked lips, which she formed into a cock-sized ‘O’ to make it perfectly clear what she was proposing.

John’s cock twitched at the sight. “Oh well, put it like that, and I can hardly refuse, can I?” he grinned, lying on his back as his young wife knelt in front of his stiff twitching cock.

Rosie needed no hands to accomplish her task. Her full red lips closed deftly over John’s glans, smoothing the condom down along his shaft in one long slow stroke, until she found herself kissing his crotch, the prophylactic-clad penis deep in her mouth. She stayed there for a few seconds, revelling in the feeling of John’s throbbing rubber-coated cockhead lodged against the back of her throat, before releasing it, along with a small gush of saliva which dribbled from her lips, down the incongruously pink surface of the condom and onto his balls.

Rosie began to nibble, sliding her lips slowly up and down her husband’s condom-clad cock, depositing light rings of red lipstick up and down the rubber and allowing her rose-tinted spit to continue to dribble onto John’s testicles and thighs. He reached down with both hands to stroke her hair, pulling it back so he ...

... could admire her soft features. Rosie grinned back – as best as she could under the circumstances – while cupping John’s balls with one hand, making him groan with pleasure.

“Good, Johnny?” mumbled Rosie through her mouthful of cock, to which John replied with an affirmatory moan of pleasure – suddenly and unexpectedly interrupted by a large crash and the sound of a commotion from the street outside.

“Oh no, not again,” groaned Rosie, as John leapt up and limped towards the front window of their bedroom, his stiff, pink-coated black cock waggling awkwardly before him as he carefully peeled back a small section of the curtain to peek out onto the road below.

“Undesirables out!” came the cry of a small band of drunken louts who were staggering up the road, randomly chucking bricks at dustbins as they went. “Send ‘em back where they came from!”

“John, get back from the window!” hissed Rosie. “Don’t be seen!” But she was distracted too, as a mewling scream had begun from the room next door. “Oh, Robbie!” she sighed, as she too leapt up and tiptoed naked out of the room, her breasts tingling. “Back in a minute!”

“Re-join the EU!” came another drunken shout from outside the window, as John pulled the curtain tightly shut. His penis was completely flaccid now, the pink condom shrivelled awkwardly around it. “Harry for King!”

“Oh God…” moaned John, sitting desultorily down on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in despair. He picked up a broadsheet newspaper lying on ...