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đI was so hard⊠I could not keep torturing myself and I had to stroke
my cock through my boxers⊠I felt a sudden excitement and relief at
once⊠I loved it⊠My whole body was slowly moving while i was thinking
how I was rubbing that dick in your tight hole and making you mineâŠ.đđ
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**PART SIX**
For a small girl, Natalie had a pretty solid ass.
I had already gotten a good look at it when she was bent over to collect her things in the car earlier, though I had tried not to stare at the time. It was more difficult to look away, however, when she was ahead of me on the stairs. Her pink bikini bottoms hugged her hips tightly enough that I could actually see the shape of her pert rear as she took each step.
Looking was okay, right? That wasnât cheating.
Since I had to keep my eyes forward anyway, since there werenât many other options as we ascended the stairs. So, for a few seconds, I indulged myself and took a good, long stare at Natalieâs ass. Since she was wearing nothing but a bikini, I could clearly see every way her lower body shifted as she took each stair. If Natalie hadnât said anything a minute ago, perhaps I couldâve just checked her out and moved on. But she had practically invited this; âEnjoy the view,â in that lilting, innocent yet not so innocent tone. And I couldnât really help myself from doing exactly what she wanted.
I woke up to the most *oddest* sensation that I havenât dealt with a ***long*** time.
I woke up to someone *cuddling* **into** ***me***.
When I felt that I immediately thought *What the hell?* as I looked down to see Samâs nude form and blinked thinking *uuuhhhhhhhhh* almost questioning what the hell happened when the alcohol induced cobwebs lifted and everything that happened rushed back into my brain.
As everything came flooding back I thought *Oh yeah*.
I looked back down to see Sam cuddled into me like her spot at my side never changed granted **I** had changed in those seven years by being a little bit more lean with a little bit more muscle but not by much which I guess was alright by her as she fit more comfortably.
Sam had snuggled into me with her head laying in my armpit as she hugged into me with one arm draped over my torso and one leg draped over my legs like I was her personal body pillow.
Granted I wasnât the only one who changed in seven years but it seemed Sam had done some *changing* in those seven years as well.
âdo you need any help relieving this⊠so you feel more comfortable baby?â she asked in a seductive, slutty voice. âSo you can relax a bit⊠and come to the beach with us sweetie?!?â She said with a naughty grin as she looked around⊠âknow one will know⊠it will be our little secret!â
My heart began racing and pounding in my chest, as her fingertips slowly began sliding up the side of my cock.
âUmmmâŠ.â I nearly freeze⊠unable to speak as I canât believe they my momâs fingers are sliding up the side of my shaft⊠her nails grazing over each vein in my cock on their journey towards my head. âUmmâŠ.. I⊠ummâŠâ
Just then my momâs other hand came up out of the water and she brought a finger to my lips⊠making me stop talking âshhh baby⊠Iâll take it from here⊠just⊠relaxâŠâ she said with a big grin and I feel her hand grip around the shaft of my cock much more firmly and confidently than Kaitlyn.
âDo you like how that feels baby?â My mom asks me with a grin as she began slowly sliding her hand up and down on my cock.
Prime had left me to wonder what the hell she meant when I had access to entertainment other than watching a live feed of what Prime and her sisters were doing to my body while I sat on my imagined bean bag that more or less looked like a cloud than a bean bag now.
I watched as Prime had called in a tailor to start measuring my body for what I imagined would be a whole new wardrobe.
When I asked what the hell she was doing, Prime simply answered, “Clothing my new body.”
I blinked and should have figured that out as I was sure my one outfit probably wouldn’t be good to last an entire year….or be sophisticated enough to qualify as what a CEO would be wearing.
Still I watched as I tried to figure out what the hell she meant.
*Maybe if I think of something entertaining?* I thought to myself.
But what?
I tried to think of what I thought would be entertaining to me but all I could come up with is television series and video games that I had long ago given up on when I transitioned from girl to teenager as my mind started becoming more focused on boys and sex.
I’ve been around a time or two and I’ve taken notice of somethings. Such as whenever I go read erotica I always to be just a bit unsatisfied with the work. I sometimes think about asking someone to write something for me, but the thing is that I’m writer(not very good though), so then I’ll just make what I want myself, but then I thought “maybe other non writing people want custom story for themselves” and so here I am. Testing the waters.
So first off, this has two purposes. 1. Helping me improve my writings skills. 2. Giving me something to actually write about. My commissions would be pro bono. So just ask I’ll concern it.
[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wc2kq3/my_best_friend_railed_me_on_the_first_date_ff_pt_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Finally, she fully thrusts inside me. I let out a welcoming gasp. She hesitates before continuing, still in awe of my reaction to her full thrust. She goes faster, harder. I take it all as I feel the harness hit my pelvic bone. She feels so good. I moan for her loudly. Her hands wrap around my throat as she fucks me as hard and as fast as she wants. Iâm only here to take it. After a few minutes, she directs me to bend over the side of the bed. I quickly do as told. She gets behind me and presses herself inside me yet again. She immediately starts to pound her hips into my ass. My face buries into my sheets as I moan for her even louder. My hands grip my sheets in pleasure. I press my as back on her in rhythm so she can get deeper.
Itâs date night. Our very first date. Filled with laughs, smiles, and cherishing those small moments. A night filled with making her feel special, as she deserves. The dinner and the entertainment donât drown out the desire. The whole night we flash glances at each other or makeout heavily in the car in between. The desire full of us wanting one another. The back of the car looking so right for the moment. We somehow manage to procrastinate each other, in an attempt to save the passion for when we are truly alone in a bed or our own. She made it hard, looking at me the way she would, her eyes begging me to fuck her right then and there. Our kisses so good, it felt like the first kiss every time. Soft, passionate, full or ambition and wonder. Her lips are the softest things Iâve ever kissed. Perfectly placed on mine. She kisses just how I like, at first, just pressing our lips together, but soon turns into tongue kissing. The perfect amount of aggression yet still so gentle. So natural. When I open my eyes I see the prettiest face and the most beautiful eyes looking back at me happily. Kissing is such a gateway, and we kiss in such a way that we want more. Kissing is hardly ever good enough to express our love and passion for each other.
He eased back into the armchair cushions, hips sliding out slightly diagonally. Sashaâs lips also cushioned his cock as she rhythmically bobbed her head up and down the length of his shaft, her unseen tongue gliding along his shaft until it reached his tip, where it swirled and made soft slurping noises. If not for the stillness of the hotel room, that small piece of her masterpiece might have gone unnoticed. His eyes rolled back into his head causing the view of the moonlit room to flicker in and out. The light sensation of her fingertips gently cupping and supporting his balls brought him back to consciousness.
Her beautiful doe eyes looked back up, her long thick black hair with all its waves draped over her left shoulder and swayed with the motion of her head, the glint of a gold nosering enhanced the soft brown skin of her lovely face. She wanted to be watched and enjoyed as much visually as she was physically. He obliged. As she continued her soft sucking, slurping, and licking of his member it was if she communicated telepathically with him. She sensed the cream rising from his tightening balls, felt the throbbing pulses of his shaft and adjusted the tempo of her mouth to accommodate the soon arriving cum.
Sarah was dangerous, my wife told me. Reminded her of herself, she remarked. My wife had many fantasies about fucking and getting fucked by her college professors. This after a youth of fantasizing about fucking her high school teachers. It helped us get together. I was just a TA when we met but it was close enough and kept things interesting when I became a tenured professor, though we both knew the core of the interest could never be fully realized if she was not my student. This is why we never really role-played it. We flirted with power dynamics. I would occasionally play the dom and her the sub, but we always knew it was play. We were equals now. Her the published novelist, me the tenured academic at the prestigious college.
Sarah wasnât anything yet, by her own admission. She had high hopes but now she was just a student. A talented one, I knew. The best writer in her class, I thought, though other professors disagreed.
âThatâs a giveaway, too,â my wife remarked while making dinner.
âHow so?â I asked.
âShe does all her best writing for you.â