Andrea's Exploits - Sex Stories

Andrea's Exploits

... thought of abandonment.

I looked over my shoulder to see who was to have me and saw a rather tall guy of maybe twenty-five, somewhat younger than many of the men there.

“You wanna fuck the birthday girl?” I questioned; it came out somewhat brazenly, and I blushed. “I’ve only just got clean, and now you’re soaking me up again!”

You are beingvery sassy, I thought to myself, calm the attitude, Andrea, they want virginal and submissive,notMadonna!

“Oh yes, I certainly wanna fuck you, birthday girl,” he used my vernacular. “Bend over a little more; let me see that peachy pussy; it feels delightfully moist.”

I bent right over, opening my legs so I stood with my feet hip-width apart, and pulled my bum cheeks open so my cunnie and bottom were fully on display.

Rivulets of water ran down over my rear, between my swollen vulva, and along my flowering inner labia, some flowing off those proudly protruding lips and dripping from the hood of my clitoris, the rest running down my torso, between and over my small tits, and from there running off my erect nipples.

He closed in on me, bent his cock so it pointed downwards, and rubbed it along my pussy; I was a fair bit shorter than him, so banging me from the back in this position wasn’t going to be easily achievable, but his erection was very firm, and I raised myself on tiptoe; steadying myself by pressing my hands to the tiled wall as his wet arrowhead parted my labia, I could feel it, velvety and hot, nudging and ...

... slipping around my juicy entrance.

That, however, was as far as we’d get as we were; we were both far too wet and slippery.

I turned to face him. His dick was long, longer than I’d experienced before.

“You can’t have me bent over like that; I’m too short, and my cunt’s way too slippery,” I pointed out; I knew the guys liked a slutty girl who used the c-word.

“Normally the way, you girls are all too short - I’ll do you up the wall,” he retorted. “And anyway, I want to see your face as I’m having you; I haven’t seen your pretty face when you’re being taken yet, each time it’s been buried in someone’s pussy.

“I want to see your face when you cum, Andrea,” he continued. “When you cum uncontrollably with my dick buried deep in your tunnel.”

He backed me against the wall and, again standing on tiptoes, I lifted my right leg as high as I could; he bent at the knees and guided his long cock to my entrance, nestling the tip between my inner lips and into a better position to enter me.

I put a hand down and opened myself enough to get his arrowhead lodged more securely in my entrance, it was difficult as he skated around my hole several times before good contact was made, and with a push, he was inside me far enough and straight enough and I was impaled as he stood up, lifting me off the floor, speared on his erection.

I Slid quickly down onto him and threw my arms around his neck to take some of my weight. His hand was under my thigh and lifted my right leg, and I ...