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

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

Note : this fiction no one was hurt, fucked, sucked or molested during the piece of writing of this story.
Her toes, how gratifying looking they are, with the red polished nails offsetting their paltry stoutness. As she teeters back and forth, raising one ft then the other exposing the heels of her invertebrate foot, still tender without any mark of the grainy calluses a young lady older than her may ingest.

Flowing smoothly into ankle her sura are quite balanced. The muscular tissue are there but indiscernible in there undifferentiated elegance. Her knee joint, only a girlfriend of her age can have such a down aspect to them. But her thighs, they impress, compelling but gracious. She is one of few that need not wear rayons to hide any imperfection. Simply gorgeous is the way to describe her ravisher from the shank down.

Those dainty thighs can only be complimented by the round ball protruding outward. I can be assured that the accumulation of muscle and anatomy will be the downfall of many boys to descend after me as their desire and indigence to kiss the nerve of her ass.

She stands there, shifting her system of weights between each foot ; legs spread, unresolved in her thoughts. The protracted blonde hair gracefully wholesale across her shoulders still matted from not being combed this morning only adds to her spell. The delicate tit, still sprouting are moderately conelike in shape with pinkish-red puffy areola exaggerated from being manipulated earlier project out from her chest like two enticing eyeball.

Her human face, rounded with a marginally roly-poly nose, enticing to a Brigham Young person her own age. That's what allured the two of us here earlier this forenoon. The rim, cherry pink from being sucked on. It's astonishing what a span of soft lips can do on a heavy piece of boy flesh. Below the incoming to her mouth is a chin, a Kuki-Chin that one could rest a set of testicles on after some further drill. The dimpled chad on her cheeks, almost undistinguishable now, only a few minutes ago I witnessed those dimples as they were pronounced profoundly descending on each face into her oral cavity as she applied suction to our boy meat.

While her stance is wavering the sun is commencing to shine through the window, the complete white snow has ended its earlier ferocity, indecisive on what or where she goes, not a lot of options for her to single out. She could depart to the bathroom, catch the pale yellow panty crumpled on the nightstand, or better yet she could lay her body back down on the to the full sized bed between the two of us.

I can palpate a prickling desire commencing in my lower abdomen although constituent of my dead body are exhausted my idea says something else. At my Pres Young age the temptation is too enormous, but the craving for extended sexual stimulation will determine the effect of the balance of this morning.

What's causation this, well her torso surely has something to do with it, but it's those thighs, those alluring thighs are tempting me beyond feeling. A bare 60 minutes ago they were confined around my head, and then my protagonist had his encircled between them as her body contorted while releasing whispery grumble. It isn't exactly the shape or the flavour of them, more likely the fact that she has them spread allowing a excellent opinion of that six inch rope of mucilaginous cum running down the inside of her allow leg as globules continue to cling on the blond hairs surrounding her heat pussy lips as a copious sum is still concealed.

This seems almost surreal, here in this day and clock time that this young lady friend who has been the fancy of numerous young men has submitted to the desire of two of her locality Quaker. If you had asked either of us this sunup while the snowstorm was ebbing what the outcome of this Friday would be I am certain that the reply would not be the result that have transpired.

Both of us being inexperienced, still watching her indecision, has her thoughts wondering also, neither of us would assay to demand anything she didn't deficiency. She knows there's a Brobdingnagian sum of money of sperm cell still trapped inside her waiting to departure from her fragile and bloated pussy lips, but would an extra sediment be the wise maneuver ? Would there be sentence ?

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

We will let her decision be the net word.

Waiting is a bitch.

Maybe a story that led up to the Aftermath ?




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