Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... pushing it up, holding her apple-sized boobs in her hand, bit her lips, and let her hands and the bra drift up, out of the way. Her nipples were faint, with almost no color in the areola, just a little bit of pink at edge and also at the tip of the nipples. The breasts bobbed firmly about as she tried to suavely disengage the bra entirely, and again as she bent down to remove her panties. If there was anything that confirmed her status as a ‘good girl’, it was her pussy. Not the pussy itself, actually, although that looked relatively tight, a y-shaped crack with a little bit of pink inner labia poking out, but just above it, where she had what looked almost like a puffball bush of black hair. So many girls shave because they know guys prefer it, and it’s how it is in all the porn flicks. I prefer it shaved too, but I think Jeanette must have considered it the mark of a slut and so just kept her pubic hair trim, decent. It was oddly reassuring. I stood and walked behind her, running my hands up her leg and sides, first to her breasts, which I squeezed softly, and then down to her legs. I cupped the pubic area and probed the edge of her slit with a finger, then withdrew when she shivered in excitement. If a little touch made her shiver, I thought I’d have no trouble getting at least one orgasm out of her. I bent down, took a lingering look at her ass, and then directed her to turn around. On my knees, while she stood, I kissed her up and down her body, her taut stomach, her ...

... breasts, and then down to her legs. Before long, I was kissing her vulva, and then licking and sucking. She tasted mostly of sweat, but not in a rank way… I haven’t yet tasted pussy that I didn’t enjoy in some way, but in Jeanette’s case I think I more enjoyed her obvious pleasure at being stimulated. She braced herself with one hand on the desk that held her television, and let out a cry when I added the finger. I didn’t have any experience with Jeanette before, so the rhythms of her body were still a mystery to me, but I knew an orgasm was coming when she began huffing and puffing, almost hyperventilating. One of her hands directed the back of my head right to her clit, so I licked and sucked on it until she cried out for God and her knees buckled a little. It happened so fast my tongue went from clit to bush before she caught herself, but didn’t rise again, instead she quivered even without my tongue helping her out. “Guess that’s one,” I said. “Wow. You are incredible.” “Not over yet.” I went back to performing oral, this time with more vigorous finger-action. A few minutes later, I said, “You want my cock?” She nodded hurriedly, not trusting herself to speak. “Get on the bed,” I whispered. “Rub yourself like a whore.” She practically hopped on the bed, turned over, spread her legs, and her fingers dug into the flesh of her cunt, mashing it up against herself. I undressed, quickly, without much showmanship, just took off my shirt, pulled off my pants and boxers as one, ...