Cushions - Sex Stories

Cushions

... my bud on the sofa, and joined my new found confidant for an enjoyable ride home. Slipping in through the back door,I crawled under my comforter and drifted off amidst a myriad of conversational memories with the Doc. The next morning, I wrapped up my schoolwork and headed out to the “farm” to replenish my herb supply. Ray was uprooting a hybrid patch that wasn't producing to his expectations and offered me whatever I could carry. After handing over my profits from the previous cache, I began cleaning while Ray's daughter Mary came on to me like a rabbit – stroking her smooth tanned legs, unbuttoning her short halter top to reveal full breasts cradled in a translucent bra, and talking suggestive shit straight out of a porno movie. Finally, despite my misgivings, I succumbed to her innuendos and allowed her to herd me into her pink, unicorn adorned bedroom. Her surprisingly firm breasts crowned with small coffee colored nipples formed perfect pillows from where I savored the delightfully delicious texture of her nubile skin. The peach fuzz covered mound of her pubis was sprinkled with the dew of her arousal and tasted remarkable. Within moments, my wandering tongue zeroed in on her throbbing clitoris and became a mini-cyclone on steroids bringing her perilously close to the edge. Quickly climbing up her nubile form, I effected penetration forcing her into a flopping fish orgasm complete with high pitched expletives uncharacteristic of her youth. I pressed on fervently, ...

... savoring the youthful wet folds caressing years of neglect from my hypersensitive organ. Her legs wrapped tightly around my torso with a death grip as we neared threshold and, as any gentlemen should, I held off my explosive climax until she spasmed wildly with her own. Unfortunately, as I began flooding her tight canal with my essence, I was unmercifully cut short by the sound of Ray entering the back door whistling loudly. Mary and I collectively held our breaths until we heard Ray exit and we quickly got dressed. Giving me her arousal stained underwear and a quick kiss, she bounded out the front door with my still warm essence trickling down her thighs. I followed several minutes later and finished cleaning my plunder under her lust filled gaze. Finally, with a back pack full of cannabis, I climbed aboard the Trailways and maintained a low, paranoid profile all the way home until my stash was safely stowed. Knowing the fresh leaves would require several weeks to cure properly, I had purchased more train-wreck with the last of my cash stash for the Dr and myself. After a delicious prime roast dinner at home, I helped with dishes and engaged in our compulsory Saturday night bullshit/family bonding session. Throughout the conversation, I found I now spoke with new found purpose and confidence. Reflecting back on my conversation with Dr. Wang, it occurred to me that widespread distribution of the therapeutic cushions could alter the very fabric of our species evolution. With true ...