Your Little Pussy

‘Do you want it now?’, she would ask you on the stairs up to your place. The skirt or dress she is only allowed to wear comes flipping up over her hips, and the smooth, bare ass would pull your cock closer automatically. She would stand still against the rails as you ride your hips up against her, sliding that always-hungry cock into her wet pussy. ‘Oh yes!’, no matter how many times you two had sex, it would always feel like the first time to her.

‘Get your breakfast now’, you say before you even opened your eyes, and she would pick herself up on the bed. Taking a rubberband from the Minion right next to your bed, she would tie a high ponytail, ready to go down on that morning wood. You would always keep your eyes close just to experience the sensual relief again. How her lips struggle to fit you, then descending so eagerly but impossibly down that thick shaft. Her saliva would make that breakfast sausage so slippery that you would be creaming into her sweet lips in due time.

‘Can I masturbate?’, that question would pop up at the most unexpected moments, the recent one taking place on the bus. She would raise one of her knees to the backrest of the seat in front of them, and throw the other over your thigh. Two fingers immediately reach between her legs under the tank-dress and the nails from her free hand would accidentally dig into your skin with an occasional introductory moan. You watched in amazement at her biting lips, innocent, kinky eyes as if they were asking you, ‘is it wrong to do this now?’. The ten plus seconds shiver would come after a few minutes of little-less-than-obvious vigorous arm movements. You are then not surprised when she raised her dress above her ass, to prevent any stains from getting to her clothes.

‘Can you suck me off before we go?’, you asked on one of those days you felt extra tired despite eight hours of sleep. The one thing you love seeing her do was to sit on the stairs one floor away from your house, and her rubbing her clit in anticipation. You would do the dirty work of getting it out and she would take it obediently without using her hands, though she was making them work hard under her waist. Her moans helped you get into the mood, and she would temporarily allow her subtle masochist side to choke on your rod. The breaks she took never lessened the intensity one bit, and she would gladly take everything you give her down her throat for the lasting memory that you will feel honoured for.

‘Want to come into the handicap with me?’, you knew what she was up to when she said that. Before she stripped her bottoms off, your pants would be first to go, and then made to sit on that toilet cover she wiped. Her cute ass wriggled itself towards you and you leaned back, letting her take her spot over your tower of sex. Her feet together would send you sighing as she bounced on your groin, slurping that solid stick as the softest vaginal tissue tightened around it. She had figured the signs before your final moments out from the countless times you had sex, and it was as timely as she could be when she jumped away. Going down on you like always, the tip of your cock would hit her throat till you cum. The smirk on her face would not go away for the rest of the night, or if she decided to move you away so she could masturbate herself for a while more.

The first thing you felt when you accidentally fell asleep was her hand, stroking you up and down so slowly. Whenever she was on her period, another routine would come to replace sex. As special as she was, she wasn’t someone to give blowjobs when she couldn’t be more disappointed enough from the bleeding. Her hands would be covered in saliva, moving at random speed she chose to admire your bodily responses. You would feel so helpless and grateful at such times, to be so easily lured by lust you can’t complain about. ‘I’m cumming!’, and she would only go faster, to make you spew those glorious liquid life over her palms, and your own balls. Though she said ‘only on special occasions’, she had always slurped those runny proteins up loudly since the first time.

‘Will you want to try doing it here?’, you asked with hopelessly in the weirdest moments a hard on decided to appear. On the top deck of an observation tower in the middle of a nature reserve, she yanked her tennis skirt to her waist and let you see the smoothest skin on her body, curving around her hips. The shorts you trekked in was really elastic for her to keep it under your balls. Standing over the horizontal wooden logs as fences, she moaned as you sank your dick as deep as you could go, caressing the full length of her vagina in long, controlled thrusts. Surrounded by soil and dirt, you stayed in that position but moved rapidly, ramming her tight hole till she climaxed and your turn to cum. For special occasions like these, you would ask her to finish you off with a handjob, giving your seeds a few seconds of skydiving experience before that splatter into the ground below. Either that, or in corners or walls, to mark that spot like a little puppy’s first time.

‘Here?’, she sat on your lap ignoring the other couples in the jacuzzi pool and placed one of her hand on your trunks. Making a gap for your dick to stick out of, you naturally found yourself between her legs, thongs sleazily rubbing on your hard on. She adjusted her bottoms aside and did a little hop, to slide herself right over your erected little brother. As a few others made out in the dimly lit tub, the gentle bounces she made on your lap went undetected. The two of you kept a straight face as best as you could while sex happened underwater. Throughout the whole act, many came and left, while you two got closer to the edge of orgasm. ‘Inide?’, you asked, only to get a no-brainer cue, ‘duh’. You came silently into her as she threw her back on you, accepting all of your love before she jumped off. Well, that was the ‘wettest’ encounter ever.

‘See you at the balcony’, you whispered to your sleeping girl at the chalet, who quickly joined you looking over the other buildings at the vicinity. Your hard on was poking painfully at the berms you wore, and she did not disappoint by going down on you while sitting on the daybed. After it was all wet and ready, she stood in front of you and let you stick it through her shorts. Pantyless, there was no scratching on your shaft as you thrust in the silence of the night. Sliding doors tightly shut behind you guys, she could allow herself to moan a little, in the same tempo as you rammed that thick thing inside her. All in tiny motions, your enlarged dick came easily after a few minutes and she was down on your cock again. Sucking it clean, she pulled your shorts up as she got on her feet. One of your friends was up when you looked at the glass doors, face lit by his phone before him. A wink, he gave, to sum it all up.

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