Emma's Lust Part 01. - Sex Stories

Emma's Lust Part 01.

... be a problem. I knew most of my friends had the hots for my girlfriend of two and a half years. I couldn't blame them. Granted she wasn't what they would call beautiful, or even pretty for that matter, but she had studied ballet most of her life and had the most divine toned body. Due to my bravado all of my friends were well aware of the positions she could get herself into; and that she could almost grip my shaft as tight with her inner muscles as she could with her hand. It so happened that Karen had attended the same classes. I reached down stroking Emma's hair, taking a handful and pulling lightly. She popped me out of her mouth again. “Thank you.” She tugged on my shorts, pulling them down to give herself easier access to my balls, and started working on them immediately, gripping the tender skin between her lips, stretching it as far as she could. I groaned loudly pulling her hair tighter as she stroked her saliva over my tip mixing it with my pre cum. She circled the very tip of my bell end with a thumb and forefinger and f***ed the tight circle down over the sensitive head. “That's how tight it would feel if you ever put it in my bum.” She said looking at me over the top of my throbbing cock. Her eyes flicked to the woods behind my head before returning to me. She sucked in my tip again pushing it in to her cheek and popping me back out yet again. “Don't look now baby, but we have an audience.” Her smile was pure filth. Her tongue moved down my shaft and she nibbled ...

... at the base before sucking in one of my balls. “You want the threesome now?” “Uh huh.” She shook her head tugging my ball one way then the other. “No.” She said releasing my nut. ”He doesn't look very clean.” “Take off your top and sit on my cock.” I told her. “I'll meet you half way.” She bartered, moving her lascivious lips to my belly and slowly working them up my body until she reached my lips. We kissed hungrily, passionately. The taste of my own sperm on her tongue mixing with the cheap red wine. Emma lifted her skater skirt much higher than she needed to for straddling my needy cock, but just the right amount to give the voyeur a look at the similar lacy boy shorts that fitted her so much better for not having a five inch piece of meat in them. She pulled the gusset to one side, pushing a finger inside her self. “I need your cock right here Jason.” She demanded loud enough for our onlooker to hear. She took my rigid pole in her hand teasing me at the entrance to her tight, sweet cunt before sliding herself down on me completely. “Oh. My. Fucking! Dog!” She called. Her atheistic twist on the phrase always made me smile. She lay her hands on my chest pinching my nipples hard as she ground me inside her keeping my cock head in contact with her G spot. I pushed my hands up her top taking her firm pert tits in my hands massaging them hard, squeezing those luscious thick nipples between my fingers pulling them one at a time. Emma's face contorted angelically – I didn't share ...