Author: travellingstories

Imagine Becky’s perfect body. It was hovering inches from mine, with soft, slightly tanned skin glistening in the shadows, while firm young, supple breasts brushed against my cheeks. Her narrow waist hovered above my erect penis and I was lost to her as she locked those deep brown eyes with mine. She smiled like she owned me. This innocent girl half my age, this sexy woman, this princess, this queen. She was a Goddess and I belonged to her.

Becky lowered herself slowly, her attention now fixed to my erection as she moved it into position. I held my breath for a moment, bracing for an anticipated pain of penetration. My throbbing penis looked giant against the soft, small hand around its thick girth, far too big for tight little vagina above. I’d never been this big, this hard. My grip tightened on her soft, fleshy buttocks as her chest pressed against my face. She stroked my shaft again, and gently prised her labia open with the head of my cock, just a crack, just enough for her moistness to spread down over the head. She tickled herself another two or three times like that, the soft wet lips of her pussy edging over the head of my cock until I couldn’t take it any longer. My eyes met hers as I arched my hips and entered. Read more »

Becky took my arm as we walked to the station. It was a cold night, the kind of weather I’ve only felt in England, the kind of cold that gets in your bones and stays there. She pressed against me, for warmth I think. Aside from shaking hands earlier, it was the first time we’d touched and my dick responded, making me check my step as my pants tightened around its throbbing girth.

She was talking as we walked, telling me about a show she’d watched, but I wasn’t really listening… I had too many thoughts in my head for that. I was taking this girl to my home, to my bed! Could I do this? What would my parents think if they knew… what would her parents think?! Shit.. I had that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, and didn’t think I could. I turned to look at her, and as she turned to meet my eyes her breast brushed against my arm. I shuddered. Through her thick coat and mine I barely felt it at all, and have been far more intimate with other breasts before, but just the sense of touching such a young beauty there sent a lump to my throat. Then she looked into my eyes and smiled, and her power compelled me again. Fuck it! There was no way I was going to run away from this, the regret would kill me. “You look amazing I said” and lent in for a kiss.. it was only brief, just a slow peck on the lips, but it that moment will stay with me till death. Read more »

The cafe was quiet, as it should be for a lazy Monday in winter. I liked quiet cafes. they let me think. I had just started my third coffee when they walked in, three girls who immediately punctured my peace through laughing at something that I, with my back to them, couldn’t see. They weren’t quiet when they were at the bar either, and although I tried to finish writing my sentence, I pushed my notebook away and took another swig of coffee instead. I was at the back of the cafe, and I hoped they’d take the sofa at the front, by the window, so I could carry on with my work.

But no, I heard them approach and soon they were past me, moving to occupy the last table, in my line of sight and just a few feet away. I say they were girls, they were girls to me but were women really, 18 or 19 perhaps – almost half my age. I couldn’t help checking them out as they passed, as any man would, and none disappointed – all three wore tight jeans and yeah, I enjoyed the view, who wouldn’t? There was a full cup of coffee left and an article to write though, so I turned to my book again while they settled down, and stared at the unfinished sentence. Nope, still I didn’t know how to write it, so I took the cup for another swig and looked up, and it was then that my heart skipped. Read more »