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

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

Note : this fiction no one was hurt, fucked, sucked or molested during the composition of this story.
Her toes, how mellifluous looking they are, with the red polished nails offsetting their trifling stoutness. As she teeters back and Forth, raising one foot then the other exposing the heels of her ft, still offer without any polarity of the grainy calluses a girl older than her may have.

Flowing smoothly into ankle joint her sura are quite balanced. The brawniness are there but insensible in there uniform elegance. Her knees, only a girlfriend of her age can have such a refined feel to them. But her thighs, they impress, compelling but benignant. She is one of few that need not weary nylons to veil any imperfections. Simply gorgeous is the way to describe her stunner from the waist down.

Those exquisite thighs can only be complimented by the flesh out ball protruding outward. I can be assured that the collection of muscle and frame will be the downfall of many boys to hail after me as their desire and need to kiss the nerve of her ass.

She stands there, shifting her weight between each ft ; legs spread, open in her cerebration. The lengthy blonde hair's-breadth gracefully drag across her shoulders still matted from not being combed this break of day only adds to her spell. The finespun breast, still sprouting are moderately conical in shape with pinkish-red puffy areolas exaggerated from being manipulated earlier undertaking out from her thorax like two enticing orbs.

Her face, 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 couplet of frail lips can do on a dense piece of boy physique. Below the entry to her mouth is a chin, a chin that one could rest a set of testicles on after some boost praxis. The dimple on her buttock, almost identical now, only a few moment ago I witnessed those dimpled chad as they were pronounced profoundly descending on each cheek into her oral cavity as she applied suction to our boy nub.

While her stance is wavering the sun is commencing to shine through the window, the stark white blow has ended its earlier craze, indecisive on what or where she goes, not a lot of pick for her to single out. She could pull up stakes to the bathroom, grab the pale yellow pantie crumpled on the nightstand, or better yet she could lay her body back down on the full sized bed between the two of us.

I can experience a tingling desire commencing in my lower stomach although constituent of my body are exhausted my mind says something else. At my Whitney Moore Young Jr. age the temptation is too enormous, but the craving for extended sexual stimulation will make up one's mind the termination of the balance of this morning.

What's causing this, well her eubstance surely has something to do with it, but it's those thighs, those alluring second joint are tempting me beyond belief. A mere hour ago they were confined around my straits, and then my friend had his encircled between them as her body contorted while releasing whispery murmurs. It isn't exactly the shape or the looking of them, more belike the fact that she has them spread allowing a excellent position of that six inch Mexican valium of viscous cum running down the inside of her left leg as globules continue to cling on the blonde hairs surrounding her inflamed pussy lips as a voluminous amount is still concealed.

This seems almost surreal, here in this day and clip that this young miss who has been the fantasy of numerous offspring men has submitted to the desire of two of her neighborhood supporter. If you had asked either of us this sunrise while the snowstorm was ebbing what the effect of this Friday would be I am sure that the answer would not be the resultant that have transpired.

Both of us being inexperienced, still watching her irresolution, has her persuasion wondering also, neither of us would attempt to require anything she didn't want. She knows there's a vast amount of sperm still trapped inside her waiting to exit from her fragile and bloated pussy lips, but would an additional deposit be the wise tactical manoeuvre ? Would there be time ?

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

We will let her decisiveness be the final word.

wait is a bitch.

Maybe a fib that led up to the Aftermath ?




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