Stories in cunnilingus
196 stories · Page 10Excitement shakes me, like before the first date. Although where is it, my first ... But today... Today everything is completely different. Our meeting is covered with medieval romance and heady madness. I'm going to your hotel, where you came specially for a few hours to see me. All you have in your pocket is change and a ticket for the return bus. I know it. I know even more. I know almost everything about you: your fears and your joys, your dreams and your erogenous zones. And yet you don't know anything about me except my name. I go to the door and knock on it with a prearranged signal. - Come in! - This voice trembles in anticipation of our meeting. I open the door and look into the room. Everything is correct. The lights are off, the curtains are down. This hotel room was not chosen by chance, the bed is positioned so that you can only see my silhouette, but not my face. - Ira, I'm here! Stupid. I know perfectly well where the bed is on which you are now lying. In
On a sunny May morning, his feet stepped on the already hot Voronezh soil, and his gaze touched her, passing over her beautiful body, literally devouring her from head to toe ... God, it flashed through his head how beautiful your creation is sometimes. Seeing the smile on her face, he said hello to her, and his lips reached out to her, hers parted to him in response: definitely, there is no sweeter lips than hers. Her beautiful legs were covered with dark black stockings, and her gaze devoured the hollow between her large breasts, whose forms protruded so sweetly, and, looking at them, it pleasantly caught her breath, imagining her penis between them, lovely, but when will he touch them? ..Thinking so, they reached the taxi, and sitting in the back seat, again indulged in caresses. God, how beautiful her hands are. Here is the house, the sun, the entrance. Rise, door, lock, kiss and here it is, the house, now they are already together. Hands reaching out to her, he no longer has the
It was a warm summer evening. We sat around the campfire and reminisced the whole day, as we climbed the hills with big backpacks on our backs. We pitched our tents by a small river and sat by the fire and drank beer. It was warm and there were practically no mosquitoes. There were four of us. My girlfriend and her boyfriend invited us, perhaps for the company, or perhaps they had something in mind ... When it was almost dark and the bright white stars scattered across the sky, our friends, having wished us good night, went to the tent and now only occasionally a giggle was heard from there and the rustle of a camping blanket. Today I saw you for the first time, you turned out to be not as handsome as your friend described you, but there was something charming, eye-catching in you. Having opened one more bottle of beer and enjoying the beauty of nature around us, we talked about abstract topics. Meanwhile, the beer gradually began to hit our heads, and soon we were laughing without h
That day, despite the good weather, I did not make any attempts to get out of bed, which Katya was very happy about, since this completely coincided with her desires. We basked in our cozy bed until the evening, smoothly turning into night. We caressed, made love, played with each other, massaged each other, took turns going to the kitchen for various goodies and fed each other with them, making love again ... Katya was lying against the wall, and I stroked her with my hand, burying my nose in her shoulder, while enjoying her smooth velvety skin and her scent. But then she lifted the blanket with her hand and began to climb over me. - Where are you going? I asked. "To the toilet," she replied. I bent my knees, preventing her from climbing further, pulled her by the arms and she, having lost her points of support, collapsed right on top of me. - I want to pee, - Katya said playfully plaintively, - my pipishka really wants to do another wet business. “Not a business, but a busi
Friendly advice: it is best to read this story alone and to good slow music, giving free rein to your imagination. Also, enable full screen mode on your browser. They entered a small but very comfortable one-room apartment. She immediately threw her purse on the floor and wearily sank down on the large double bed covered with a pink silky bedspread that matched the color of the walls. And he loudly fiddling with a bunch of keys in his hand went to the kitchen. From there, after a while, he was heard: “What are you going to do? Tea, coffee? Cocoa, unfortunately, is not here, but I think there is sugar. Or is it not sugar? ..." Meanwhile, she sat cross-legged and with She gazed at the tiny room with interest. In addition to a chic bed in the middle, there was a table, a couple of chairs, a wardrobe and a heavy antique dressing table with a huge mirror. There was a thick fleecy carpet on the floor, and a night-light with a pink lampshade hid in the corner. The windows were hung with lig
Introduction. - Let's! Fuck her! - Natasha squealed, while I hovered over the naked twenty-year-old beauty Alice prone on the bed. She was in a deep sleep under sleeping pills. Natasha's face was angry and pleased, but my penis stood and trembled. For some reason, Natasha held Alice's hands, she probably just liked to feel the power. - What have you become! Stick your pichushka in her cunt! Natasha hissed and spat in anger. She was Alice's dorm roommate and hated Alice. I looked at the tanned body of the girl below me. Beautiful brunette with a gorgeous body. Neat breasts, juicy ass and beautiful strong legs. I put my hand on a bulging shaved pubis. Natasha hated Alice because she was beautiful, and periodically teased Natasha for her lisp. I ran my hands over the tanned body, squeezing Alice's boobs in my hands. — Yes, that's it! Pop her! To be honest, I was on the verge of a crime. But then I got a better idea. Picking up my phone, I took a few shots of Alice sleeping
For some time after the threesome, I was bursting with conflicting emotions. Jealousy came in waves, suddenly throwing me from "I legally fucked my girlfriend's hot friend in every way" to "Oksana cheated on me right in front of me." I did not want to quarrel and I withdrew into myself. Previously, Oksana would have found out what was the matter (by all means accompanying the interrogation with torture), but now I saw that she was also worried and was afraid to worsen the situation. This really upset me: I thought that if she felt guilty, then my jealousy was pointing in the right direction. Does she cheat on me regularly? Does she have a relationship with Dasha? Maybe she prefers women in general? This went on for several painful days, until Oksana decided to speak about it first: "I... owe you an apology," she said, fidgeting nervously with an unbuttoned shirt button. - For what? I asked sadly. - Then ... With Dasha ... It seems to me that I have somewhat crossed the line.
- Not! - But... - Not! In no case! - But you... - Not! "You don't even know what it's about!" I shuddered and took a breath. Oksana laughed, looking at me. - No strangers in our relationship! - BUT... "Even if it's Stephen Amell, it's still not!" — Stephen Amell? Why Stephen Amell? I myself did not know where Stephen Amell had jumped out of me, so I kept silent. “Do you want Stephen Amell?” Oksana asked. - Not! I don't want men at all! But why did you name him? “I just said the first thing that came to mind. “I mean… okay, okay, I get it!” Forget Stephen Amell! And about everyone else too! - About everyone? - Listen! I know that in the past I have repeatedly refused something that I should have tried ... And not two, not three! How much did I have to persuade you to try hot wax ?! “You always looked at my erection when you wanted to know if I liked anything you actually do. So: from such conversations, she disappears from me ... — Dasha. I wa
The year before last, in the month of November, I don't remember exactly... But the events are still fresh, as if it were a week ago. My wife was in the hospital for preservation, and I was alone at home, and toiled from the point, thinking about what to do with myself. But then I got a call from my wife's niece, Katerina. We have known each other for a long time, and we had a very good relationship. Well followed by a typical conversation. — Hello, Vova. This is Katya, how are you, what are you doing? Hi, I don't do anything. Tanya is in the hospital, I miss being at home. - And I'm bored ... If you want to come, it will be more fun together. - Come, otherwise I'm dying of anguish ... - All right, wait. I will soon. And gave up. In order to pass the time before arrival, Katerina decided to clean up a bit, put things in order in the apartment. An hour later, the intercom rang, Katya arrived ... - Hi Vov. - Hello Katyusha, come on in. I helped Katya take off her oute
The whole day I was not left feeling anxious. During classes, I cautiously glanced at Olga, but she did not pay any attention to me. She never humiliated me, didn’t tease me, she didn’t even honor my outcast friends Galina and Masha with her attention. One could rejoice, but the feeling that she was up to something did not leave me. Moreover, the last lesson for today was a visit to the pool. Every time I went to the locker room door, my knees gave way. In this place, I experienced so many humiliations that the very thought of this dressing room caused a feeling of anxiety in my heart and trembling in my knees. My friends and I always came to the locker room as late as possible in the hope that Olga had already changed and left. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. It was almost empty inside, several of our classmates were finishing changing clothes, Olga was not there. We quickly went in and started getting dressed. The last girls gave us contemptuous glances, went out in
She woke up from something unusual, even she herself did not understand from what. She just opened her eyes and looked around. Room. Twilight. Huge room. She lay on the floor, on a small rug, which was just enough for her. Raising her head, she regained her composure a little and looked around. He lay on the bed. No, not correct. He was reclining on a huge couch in the middle of this room. A huge room in which there is only one huge bed - the Lodge! Strange room. The thought flashed through her head: “Why such a huge room for one bed ?!”. But this thought did not long disturb her consciousness. Seeing Him on this bed, she no longer thought of anything else. I tried to get up. Some awkwardness manifested itself in the movements. Stiffness. Uncertainty. She must have been lying on the floor for quite some time, she thought, as her whole body was a little numb. She got up and stretched. “It’s already better,” another thought, and the body cheered up a little. She took a step towards the
Outside the window is summer: +26, the birds are singing, people are walking, but I didn’t pass the exam. I lie on the bed and think what to do next. "Okay, we need to take a walk, go to a cafe, drink coffee" - sounded in my head. And I started getting ready. In general, I am an optimist by nature, and therefore I decided to clear my head from bad thoughts. Arriving at the appointed place, I ordered a latte, I was served by a nice waitress, apparently her name was Nastya, judging by the badge. She had a very cool figure: 3 breast sizes that peeped out of the neckline, slender legs and an elastic buttocks. But I noticed this later, because after placing an order, I turned on the phone and started checking social networks. Nastya brought a latte, but I did not pay attention, as my friend wrote to me. She wanted to touch me and accidentally touched the coffee that spilled on my phone. I was a little taken aback by what happened, but saying that everything was fine, I asked for another
A lonely girl in a light dress on a night road is not a sight for the faint of heart. Her fragile figure smelled of trouble from a kilometer away. Rare cars rushed by without even thinking to slow down, and she really needed someone to take her away from here right now. She ended up here, fleeing from her "friends", so gallant in ordinary life. But the wild nature and the abundance of alcohol changed them beyond recognition. Liza was the only girl in the company, and it was to her that the aspirations of tipsy and boorish guys were directed. She was already thrown over her shoulder and carried to the table like a "dessert", but the guy was drunk and the girl managed to break his precarious balance by clinging to the wooden railing of the stairs. Immediately, two guys following behind, with stupid smiles on their faces, spread their arms, preventing the girl from running away. But luck was on her side today. Making a false swing, she rushed in the other direction. The reaction of th
— And what will it look like? I asked carefully. Oksana purred in response: “Nothing so special!” It's just that, for example, I'll be on top more often... and you'll lick me more often... It didn't make it any clearer to me. “I don’t seem to mind having you on top anyway. Are you missing kuni? You can always just ask... Oksana growled. I don't want to ask for anything! I want to order! And when I'm on top, you distract me all the time, grabbing my chest with your hands, then my ass! "I'm just trying to help you cum!" Please, I can not touch you at all when you are on top. I pouted. - That's it. - Oksana looked into my eyes - You can touch, you can not touch. And I want you to do nothing without my permission. It sounded interesting. I suddenly realized that the idea gave me a vague excitement. “I think… you can try…” I answered uncertainly. - You'll like it! Oksana whispered, kissing me. Why is this? I asked nervously, hiding my hands under the pillow. Oksana s
I am twenty two years old. My name is Luci. I will say right away that this is not a female name. It's short for "Lucifer". And, my parents are very far from religion. It's just that my mother really likes this name. Now about my mom. I love her very much, and I am a very exemplary son. In fact, my dad and I love her. But, my mom has girlfriends. And this is what my story will be about. My mother is in her forties, but you will never give her more than thirty. Probably good genes and a lot of sports. Her friends are the same. All look very good. If I had the opportunity, I would fuck them all, and I am very selective in women. I don't like girls who hang themselves around my neck. I love the chase and the riddle to fuck my brain, so much so that already sparks flew. One time my mom was throwing some kind of party, in honor of something there. You can’t remember everything, and you don’t need to. And there I saw her. As far as I understood, it was one of my mother's friends. She was
The plane was gaining altitude, and she prayed to God that all this would end quickly. However, what is over? This is her job. She argued and... lost. And she had to become a flight attendant. She hated flying. It was an honor to work for this elite airline, but not for her. Getting here was not difficult. She had all the data for this. Height, long hair, beautiful face. When she entered the salon, all the men wanted her. But, she didn't care much. She had sex twice in her life. And both times the men were miserable. So many novels about the delights of orgasm, so many hours of porn, and things are still there - she was not excited. Many of her colleagues wanted to get on this particular flight and no one admitted why. Until, one of her old acquaintances revealed the secret. Very sexy pilot. There were legends about his sexual skills. One of them said that he never had sex on the ground, only in the air. The girl did not see him, but she was not interested. As soon as the plane takes