Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... shining, dark, plum-sized head. I’d had to release him as he tugged his pants down, but my hand immediately went back to him, wrapping around his shaft, my fingers barely encircling it. Skin-on-skin he was hard as iron, soft as silk, the tiny ridges and bumps of his hard shaft gliding beneath my fingers as I gently stroked him, the delicately soft and silky skin riding easily over his hardness. As he sucked in a deep breath I heard the shudder in it, and when my fingertips found his soft, fleshy foreskin and slid it back he gasped. The crown of his cock was slick and juicy with his own secretions and I used them to lubricate him, painting the head of his cock with his own pre-cum. This was brand-new to me; I’d never been with an uncircumcised man before – although I’d seen pictures and read stories, of course – and I’d never been quite sure how I’d feel about it. If the bottle rockets shooting around in my pussy and the butterflies way down in my tummy were any indication, I liked it… a lot! My fingers wet and slick with his secretions, I brought my hand to my lips and sucked the evidence of his arousal from them. He was slightly salty, slightly sweet, musky and masculine and slick, and I wanted more. I touched him again, gathering more of his seed, but as I brought my hand up he seized my wrist and raised my fingers to his own mouth instead, sucking his slippery pre-cum from them. It may have been the most erotic thing I’d ever had a man do to me, and my pussy, already ...

... dripping wet, felt like it gushed. God, Charli, your panties were already soaked – now you almost feel like you peed yourself. Why are you such a horny slut all of a sudden? As my fingers slipped slowly from his lips I gave up all pretense of reserve and lowered my face to his erect cock, cupping his heavy sack in my hand and feeling the size and weight of his hefty balls. My lips closed over him and my tongue swirled around the huge head of his cock as I got my first real taste of him, and it was intoxicating. I sucked the meager stream of pre-cum from his slit and swallowed, loving the masculine, musky-sweet taste and marveling at the way his soft foreskin moved between my lips, gliding over his hard sex. I felt him tense and heard his gasp of arousal as I took more of him into my mouth, perhaps half of his long, thick length, all I could manage. As my head bobbed up and down on him my hand was stroking the remainder of his long shaft, eagerly pumping him as my other hand massaged his testes, rolling each fat ball between my fingers. I felt his hand sneak inside the back of my t-shirt, and with one deft move he expertly unclipped my bra. Sliding that hand around my side and beneath me, he roughly pushed my bra cup aside and grasped my breast, squeezing firmly, bringing me right to that point where pleasure and pain are indiscernible. It was my turn to moan, and when his fingers found my hard nipple and he rolled it between thumb and finger I shuddered and had a tiny orgasm, my ...