John's Dream Girl (chapters 6 through 10) - Sex Stories

John's Dream Girl (chapters 6 through 10)

... hips from side-to-side. And John was more than happy to reach across and grab the hairbrush, so that he could begin actively frigging Lisa's little butt-hole with her own hairbrush handle. The whole time that all of this anal hairbrush sex-play was going on between him and Lisa, John just kept thinking to himself, What the hell am I doing? This is crazy! However, those thoughts didn't do anything to prevent John from becoming an eager participant in his and Lisa's anal-oriented activities. And throughout, John's penis had remained in a fully-erect state. At the same time, John was really starting to get frustrated. And he was pretty upset with himself, because he knew that what he really wanted--and needed--was some pussy. And Lisa's bare pussy was right there, within his reach, just underneath the hairbrush. But he couldn't touch it, because he needed her permission first, if he didn't want to risk being brought up on rape charges. So it's completely understandable that a large toothy grin came across John's face--and he was very relieved--when he heard Lisa finally say, "Hey, mister. Do you wanna stop 'doing our butts,' so that you can play with my pussy now?" "Oh heck yes!" said John. And Lisa calmly reached around her butt-cheek to remove the hairbrush from her rectum, so that she could lay it back on top of the night stand by the bed, where she had originally gotten it from. John could see that the hairbrush had some obvious fecal matter on the very end of the handle. ...

... He could also tell that Lisa wasn't concerned about the fecal matter at all. Lisa nonchalantly moved back into the exact same body-position that she was in on the bed when she was pulling her pussy crack wide-open with her fingers to show John her "ta—daaaah!" And he naturally climbed up at the foot of the bed and positioned himself between her spread-apart legs. To his amazement, Lisa did absolutely nothing to try to stop him this time. She just lay there quietly on her back, and let John stare at her baby-bare pussy up-close, while he was manually exploring it and fondling it. Then he dove head-first into her mound, and he started eating her out with the ferver of a young boy who had never tasted pussy before. After a while, John finally moved up her body, and he began licking and sucking on Lisa's fairly small but nicely-formed breasts. And that's when Lisa broke the silence again. But this time, she was using her normal adult voice. The same one that she had used so effectively at Fred's bar. "Come on, baby. I want that wet dick of yours inside me. I need your sperm," she said in a very serious but gentle manner. And John looked down at his own penis to see for himself that his dick was indeed wet at the very tip. A tiny stream of transparent, pre-orgasmic seminal fluid was oozing out of John's piss-hole slit, and slowly dripping onto the sheets. Now this was John's kind of woman. Someone with whom he could picture himself actually falling in love. Someone with whom he ...