The Aftermath ( 1 )


Teen, Threesome
A narration about the aftermath of three teen's lark, home on a play false day from school.

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

Note : this fiction no one was hurt, fucked, sucked or molested during the penning of this story.
Her toes, how sweet looking they are, with the red polished nails offsetting their paltry stoutness. As she teeters back and forth, raising one foot then the early exposing the heels of her substructure, still tender without any sign of the grainy calluses a little girl sr. than her may have.

Flowing smoothly into ankles her calves are quite balanced. The heftiness are there but undetectable in there consistent elegance. Her human knee, only a girl of her age can suffer such a down look to them. But her thigh, they impress, compelling but gracious. She is one of few that need not wear nylons to hide any imperfection. Simply gorgeous is the way to report her beauty from the waist down.

Those dainty thighs can only be complimented by the rounded world protruding outward. I can be assured that the accumulation of brawn and flesh will be the downfall of many male child to get along after me as their desire and demand to kiss the brass of her ass.

She stands there, shifting her free weight between each base ; legs feast, undecided in her thought process. The lengthy blonde hair gracefully sweeping across her shoulder still matted from not being combed this dawn only adds to her enchantment. The soft tit, still sprouting are moderately conical in shape with pinkish-red puffy ring of color exaggerated from being manipulated earlier labor out from her chest like two enticing ball.

Her face, rounded with a marginally pudgy nose, enticing to a untested person her own age. That's what allured the two of us here earlier this morning. The rim, cherry pink from being sucked on. It's astonishing what a pair of delicate sass can do on a dense piece of boy physical body. Below the entranceway to her sassing is a chin, a chin that one could roost a set of egg on after some far practice. The dimples on her brass, almost indistinguishable now, only a few transactions ago I witnessed those dimples as they were pronounced profoundly descending on each cheek into her lip as she applied suction to our boy meat.

While her posture is wavering the sun is commencing to shine through the window, the saturated white snow has ended its earlier fury, indecisive on what or where she goes, not a lot of pick for her to I out. She could set out to the bathroom, seize the pale yellow panties 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 find a tingling desire commencing in my gloomy abdomen although parts of my torso are exhausted my head says something else. At my young age the temptation is too enormous, but the craving for extended sexual stimulation will determine the outcome of the proportionality of this morning.

What's causing this, well her consistency surely has something to do with it, but it's those second joint, those alluring thighs are tempting me beyond belief. A simple hour ago they were confined around my header, and then my booster had his encircled between them as her soundbox contorted while releasing whispery heart murmur. It isn't exactly the physique or the look of them, more potential the fact that she has them spread allowing a first-class view of that six column inch rope of viscous cum running down the inside of her leftfield leg as globules continue to cling on the blonde hairs surrounding her inflamed pussy sassing as a copious measure is still concealed.

This seems almost surreal, here in this day and prison term that this young little girl who has been the illusion of numerous immature men has submitted to the desire of two of her neighborhood supporter. If you had asked either of us this cockcrow while the blizzard was ebbing what the outcome of this Friday would be I am sure that the answer would not be the solution that have transpired.

Both of us being inexperienced, still watching her irresolution, has her thoughts wondering also, neither of us would undertake to take anything she didn't want. She knows there's a vast total of sperm still trapped inside her waiting to release from her fragile and bloated pussy lip, but would an additional deposit be the Stephen Samuel Wise maneuver ? Would there be prison term ?

My tool is gaining rigidity ; glancing beside me I see my partner has ideas also, lying back on the pillow his pubic hair moist with remnants of his ejaculation, his heart shut tight dreaming about the fortune to duplicate the preceding chance as he caresses his lenient dick.

We will let her decision be the last word.

waiting is a squawk.

Maybe a story that led up to the Aftermath ?




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