A story about the aftermath of three teen's escapades, home on a C day from school.

Notice : No one was harmed, fucked, sucked, cream-pied or molested during the writing of this chronicle ! If you do n't wish stories about sex then DO N'T read it.

Note : this fiction no one was hurt, fucked, sucked or molested during the writing of this story.
Her toes, how sweet looking they are, with the red polished nails offsetting their negligible overweight. As she teeters back and forth, raising one metrical unit then the former exposing the blackguard of her metrical foot, still tender without any polarity of the grainy calluses a missy older than her may have.

Flowing smoothly into ankles her calves are quite balanced. The muscles are there but undetectable in there undifferentiated elegance. Her knees, only a girl of her age can experience such a refined looking at to them. But her thighs, they impress, compelling but nice. She is one of few that need not wear nylons to blot out any imperfection. Simply gorgeous is the way to describe her lulu from the waist down.

Those recherche thigh can only be complimented by the rounded globes protruding outward. I can be assured that the accrual of muscularity and flesh will be the downfall of many boys to make out after me as their desire and need to osculate the cheeks of her ass.

She stands there, shifting her weight unit between each fundament ; legs spread, undecided in her thoughts. The prolonged blonde hair gracefully sweeping across her berm still matted from not being combed this sunup only adds to her enchantment. The delicate breasts, still sprouting are moderately conical in chassis with pinkish-red puffy areola exaggerated from being manipulated earlier project out from her chest of drawers like two enticing orbs.

Her look, rounded with a marginally pudgy nose, enticing to a Young person her own age. That's what allured the two of us here earlier this morning. The lips, cherry pink from being sucked on. It's astonishing what a brace of finespun lips can do on a dense patch of boy flesh. Below the entering to her rima oris is a chin, a mentum that one could rest a set of testicles on after some further practice. The dimples on her cheeks, almost indistinguishable now, only a few minutes ago I witnessed those dimples as they were pronounced profoundly descending on each cheek into her sassing as she applied suction to our boy meat.

While her position is wavering the sun is commencing to shine through the window, the pure white nose candy has ended its earlier Eumenides, indecisive on what or where she goes, not a lot of options for her to single out. She could take leave to the lav, seize the pale yellow pantie crumpled on the nightstand, or undecomposed yet she could lay her organic structure back down on the broad sized bed between the two of us.

I can finger a tingle desire commencing in my blue stomach although piece of my soundbox are exhausted my judgement says something else. At my Young age the enticement is too enormous, but the craving for extended sexual stimulation will determine the consequence of the balance of this morning.

What's causing this, well her body surely has something to do with it, but it's those thighs, those alluring thigh are tempting me beyond belief. A mere minute ago they were confined around my head, and then my friend had his encircled between them as her torso contorted while releasing whispery murmur vowel. It isn't exactly the conformation or the looking at of them, more in all likelihood the fact that she has them spread allowing a first-class view of that six inch rope of gummy cum running down the interior of her left leg as globules continue to cling on the blonde haircloth surrounding her inflamed pussy lips as a copious measure is still concealed.

This seems almost surreal, here in this day and time that this young young lady who has been the partiality of numerous Danton True Young men has submitted to the desire of two of her neighborhood friend. If you had asked either of us this morning while the snowstorm was ebbing what the outcome of this Fri would be I am sure that the reply would not be the outcome that have transpired.

Both of us being inexperienced, still watching her indecisiveness, has her opinion wondering also, neither of us would assay to necessitate anything she didn't deprivation. She knows there's a vast sum of money of spermatozoan still trapped inside her waiting to exit from her fragile and bloated cunt lips, but would an additional deposit be the wise maneuver ? Would there be prison term ?

My dick is gaining rigidity ; glancing beside me I see my spouse has approximation also, lying back on the pillow his pubic whisker moist with remnant of his ejaculation, his eyes shut tight dreaming about the chance to duplicate the preceding opportunity as he caresses his balmy dick.

We will let her decision be the final word.

Waiting is a squawk.

Maybe a floor that led up to the Aftermath ?




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