Not A Word To Grace - Sex Stories

Not A Word To Grace

... smooth legs climbing the stairs ahead of me. I could see the peach of her ass as it swayed and bounced a little with every step, enveloped in those tight, lime green knickers. I blinked and my brow furrowed with thought. There was nothing for it. I had to open the door. I had to know who the woman in my bed was. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. My eyes immediately met with a pair of piercing blue, framed by a brunette fringe. The sharp features of her face highlighted the smug look she wore as comfortably as her own skin. Her dark hair hung loosely about her shoulders and reached just above the swell of her naked breasts. She sat upright under the sheets, the impressive mounds of her breasts resting on the pulled up duvet, tipped with the perfectly pink, puckered points of her nipples. A small cloud of smoke surrounded her. She daintily held a cigarette between her first two fingers, her elbow resting on the fluffed up sheets. Her lips were full – pursed from blowing another stream of smoke into the air. “Morning, big boy,” she cooed, pausing to take a long drag of the glowing cigarette. “Really, I can’t understand why on Earth my sister would want to be rid of that fantastic cock of yours. It’s really quite divine. I wonder if I can get seconds.” I stood, frozen stock-still and staring at the arrogant face of my girlfriend’s sister. She confidently exhaled another dark jet of smoke into the swirling cloud while smiling at me. A single lazy ...

... fingertip circled her very prominent nipple, teasingly. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” She laughed and leaned forward, almost conspiratorially lowering her voice. “I hope not. I can think of a few more things that talented tongue of yours can do for me, yet.” *** The door flung open and a burst of light filled the dimly lit room. The girl at my feet jumped up to her feet, spinning around to look at the shadow filling my bedroom door. She adjusted herself, tucking herself back into her dress while I scrambled back onto the bed, covering myself with the sheets. We waited while the figure slowly stepped inside. “I think you’d better leave, slut,” a feminine voice muttered quietly – almost dangerously. My lover took the first warning and darted out of the door at a skip, leaving me stranded with the mysterious female figure in my doorway. My mind whirred and fired on all cylinders, almost panicking, as I tried to weigh up my options. I couldn’t think. I could only sit there and pray to God that it wasn’t Grace. I couldn’t stand to see the pain on her face. She closed the door shut and my eyes began to adjust to the dim light when she flicked on the lamp by the door. I caught sight the mane of brunette hair and then the cigarette between her lips. “Amber!” “Just what the fuck are you doing?! What about Grace?!” Grace’s sister stood over me, at the foot of my bed, glowering like an angered bear. Her thin frame felt overbearing as she leered over my semi-naked body. She placed ...