Brandy (Chapter 7) - Sex Stories

Brandy (Chapter 7)

On her Knees She could taste him for days after, though she had brushed her teeth many times. She wasn’t sure if she liked the taste or not. It was salty, but his cum was thick. She had only a little on her fingers, though he had shot out lots more. What would it be like if he spurted in my mouth? Would he make me swallow it, even if I chocked on it? She couldn’t even imagine taking it in her mouth. Would he teach me what to do to please him? He had made her cum with his mouth, expecting her to do the same. She waited for him all week, but her cell phone was silent. She hoped Cindy would call to babysit, but the weekend came and went, Brandy disappointed. She was going to strip for him in the window, but she was disappointed each time that Michael never seemed to be there. Did I do something wrong? Was he not satisfied with me? It surprised her, looking down to see a text message on her phone. It read, “Meet me in the clearing in ten minutes.” Brandy got excited; he must be near to know that she could make it in ten minutes. She raced out of the house and made her way into the woods until she came to the clearing that was theirs. Michael was already there, she knew he would be. He was sitting on the stump his legs spread slightly, Brandy looking to see that he was already hard. She wet her lips in anticipation. She wanted to please him so much, willing to do anything. “Kneel over her,” Michael impatient for the young girl to suck him off. He let her wonder for over a week ...

... before he called her, wanting her eager to please. Her wet lips showed her desires as she knelt down between his legs, spreading them wider to give her all the room she needed. He looked at her face, her eyes questioning, but he could see the eagerness to please in them. “Take out my cock, Brandy.” There were no pleasantries with Michael, just his demand for her to kneel submissively between his legs and now the command to take out his cock. Her fingers trembled, but worked nimbly to open his pants, the zipper sounding so loud as she pulled it down. His cock tried to spring free, only his shorts restraining it. He pushed up so she could pull his pants down, her hands on his naked thighs, feeling the tight muscles. His shorts could barely contain his cock, pulling them down slowly, revealing his cock to her eyes. She had seen it briefly, before when she used her hands on him, but she was caught up too much in her own pleasure to pay much attention to it. “AAAAHHH,” Michael gasping in pleasure when he felt her hands on his naked cock. Her tiny fingers curled around it, Michael looking down to see her face so close that he could feel her hot breath blowing on his cock, her eyes and fingers inspecting it so intimately. He let her explore it, her fingers running up to the head, rubbing the soft skin beneath the ridge, making it jerk in pleasure when her fingernails teased along the ridge. She had to hold it tight as it jerked in her hand as she touched him, finding him sensitive when ...