24-12-2018, 12:24 PM
Her tummy was slim and flat. She wore black tights underneath, and the waistband of the tights stretched above the low rise jeans. He was practically panting as he excitedly ran a finger over the waistband of her tights.
"You've really got a thing for legs, huh?" she asked with a knowing grin.
He nodded, not trusting his voice from cracking with excitement. He ran his fingertips from the tights, over her flat stomach, and then to her bra. He covered the bra cups with his hands, then thumbed her hard nipples through the lacy silk. "Feels good Mike," she moaned her eyes closing.
He reached underneath her to unsnap her bra. But his hands were shaking and he couldn't get it undone. "That's okay," she said with an encouraging smile, lifting up. She reached behind her and unsnapped it. She saw the embarrassment in his face at not being able to do it. Actually, she liked it he wasn't experienced. "Don't worry about it," she said kissing him. "You'll have a lot of time to practice." She lay back down, inviting him to take the bra off her.
He did that next, slowly pulling off her bra as if revealing a work of art. "God, you're so perfect," he gushed, seeing her naked breasts for the first time. They were small, yet full and round with perky upturned nipples.
"They're small," Jen said. She'd always been self-conscious about her small breasts. Colin always lamented about their smallness, loudly joking more than once to all his friends the first thing he'd buy when he turned pro was bigger tits for flat chested Jenny.
But Mike couldn't take his eyes off Jen's breasts. "They're absolutely perfect," he gushed again, his hands cupping them as if in worship. He leaned down and sucked her nipples, and she was soon writhing underneath him. One good thing about small tits, her nipples were incredibly sensitive.
She reluctantly pulled away, gasping. She took off his shirt. He was thin and soft, really no muscular definition, so different from Colin. But there wasn't anyone else in the world she'd rather be with.
He shuddered as she ran her soft hands over his chest. "I wanna go slow, you know that right?" she said to him. "It's important to me."
"Yeah, I get it," he said, groaning as she scbangd her nails over his chest.
"But we can do this," she said, reaching for his belt. "Okay?"
"Yeah," he said his voice hoarse.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Then she pulled off his pants and boxers. She looked at his cock. He was rock hard, but as she'd suspected he was small. Only about 4 or 5 inches rock hard, and not very thick. So different -- so much smaller -- than Colin and all the other guys she'd ever been with.
But at that moment she'd never seen a better cock in her life.
She pulled off his socks. She smiled into his eyes and lightly tickled his feet to break the tension. Then she pulled her long blonde hair to the side, lowered her head and went down on him.
She could easily take all of him into her mouth. She didn't need to use her hands at all to hold his shaft, as she had to do with big guys like Colin. She licked and twirled her tongue over his shaft, and then bobbed up and down. She ran her free hands up and down his thighs, giving him extra pleasure.
After just a few moments he warned "I'm cumming Jen!"
She smiled inside. She'd known he'd warn her. But she didn't pull away, instead wrapping a hand around his shaft and bobbing up and down faster, gripping his shaft hard enough to maximize his pleasure. "Oh god!" he groaned. His backed arched and he gripped the back of Jen's head, and he came in her soft hot mouth. His cock jerked and pulsed three times in her mouth. He didn't cum much so she swallowed it all easily.
She tenderly released him from her mouth (knowing some guys were really sensitive after cumming), and then moved up his body and snuggled with him. Her head was on his chest, an arm around him, and a leg over his.
"That was amazing!" he gushed grasping for air.
"I'm glad you liked it," she said giving him a quick kiss on the lips. They held each other for a long time. Then Mike moved and gently put Jen on her back.
"Your turn," he said with a crooked smile.
She squeezed her legs together. "You don't have to," she said. Guys hardly ever went down on her, and honestly she was embarrassed to do it that way.
"I want to," Mike insisted. He undid her jeans and pulled them down her legs, leaving her in just the tights. He gazed for long moments at her long shapely legs in the shimmering black material. "My god Jen you're perfect," he gushed practically in awe of her body.
She suddenly got concerned he might try to fuck her. She wanted to take it slow with him. "You promised," she said squeezing her legs together.
"Don't worry," he assured her. He gripped the waistband of the tights and pulled them down her long legs. Once again he stopped and stared at her. Her legs were perfect, her skin so soft and smooth she looked airbrushed. And he was seeing ALL of her, completely nude, for the first time. How could anyone be so slim yet so shapely? How could anyone be so firm yet so soft? Even her feet were pretty. How was it possible? Her body was perfect!
Then he looked between her legs. She kept herself completely bare there, except for a tiny trimmed patch above her clit. Her pussy was amazing, thin lips pressed tight together, the lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin.
"You're amazing!" he gushed his eyes roving up and down her body.
"Stop," she whined like a shy little girl. She covered her breasts and pussy with her hands, suddenly bashful. The guys she normally went out with lusted after her body, but didn't worship her the way Mike was doing. They were always too impatient to grope and fuck her to do much looking. The way Mike was staring, like he was worshipping her body, made her feel shy. But she liked it too, liked it a lot.
Jen anxiously watched Mike as he lowered his head. She let him nudge her hand away, and for a moment he again stared at her pussy, making her blush. Then he lowered his head and licked her. She didn't expect to get pleasure out of it. Maybe he'd make her cum, that was almost inevitable if he licked her long enough. But she expected him to clumsily tongue her, slobber over her pussy and clit, like others in her life who'd half-hearted gone down on her (when they bothered to make the effort at all). If he didn't make her cum she'd fake it to make him feel good.
To her surprise, Mike didn't just run the flat of his tongue up and down her slit. Instead, he used the tip of this tongue to flick up one lip, and then the other. He did that again, and then again, and then he ran his tongue around her clit. He didn't actually touch her clit. Instead he twirled his tongue around and around, never touching it.
Only then did he run the flat of his tongue up her slit between her lips. He went up and down, up and down, and then he flicked inside the lips with the tip of his tongue. He did that a few times, and then he twirled his tongue around her clit again.
"God," she groaned, suddenly very turned on and clutching the sheets. "Where had this boy learned to do this?" she thought to herself, but it was a momentary thought because again she was lost in the wonderful sensations of his tongue working magic on her pussy.
"Miiiiiike ..." she whined, raising her hips up to push up against Mike's face, her body writhing and her fingers clutching at the sheets.
He worked on her that way for long minutes, building her up without actually licking her clit. Her moans grew more desperate, her orgasm was building, she was right on the edge. Then, suddenly, Mike rubbed the flat of his tongue hard across her clit, rapidly licking back and forth.
She groaned and clenched her eyes shut, her back arching, her curled toes digging into the mattress, she was on the brink of a massive orgasm! Then, with perfect timing, while continuing to lick her clit, Mike reached up and rolled her nipples hard.
"Oh god!" Jen cried, and her body spasmed wildly in wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure. Her body shuddered as Mike continued to lick her, her orgasm going on and on.
Finally she pushed his head away, her clit suddenly ultra-sensitive. "Stop, stop," she practically begged, panting. Mike pulled away and waited. As she recovered he looked at her body again. He couldn't stop looking. He was already hard again.
"That was freaking awesome!" Jen gushed as her panting subsided. Then she saw him looking at her again, and saw his hard-on. She didn't want to fuck, she wanted to take things slow, so she needed to get him to cool down. She pulled the covers up. She looked at him through her eyelashes. With a pouty voice, she said "I'm kinda thirsty."
"I'll get you something," Mike said immediately, leaping up. He'd do anything for his goddess. He put on a shirt and shorts and went down stairs.
When he went downstairs he found the whole fraternity there.
Not just Sam, Simon, Zack and Drums, but the WHOLE fraternity. They were silent at first. Many wore big envious smiles. A lot of them looked at Mike in awe. Then the questions came:
"Do you really have Jenny Johnson up there?"
"Did you just fuck her?"
"How big are her tits?"
"Did she blow you?"
"How did you bag Jenny Johnson?"
"Man she's s screamer!" Mike ignored them all and went into the kitchen for 2 glasses of water. He played it nonchalant and cool, but inside he was beaming. It was definitely great to be dating a girl as sexy and popular as Jen Johnson!
When he got back he found Jen had put on his frat t-shirt. For some reason, his heart leaped seeing her wear it.
He gave her the glass of water and sat on the bed with her. He wanted to do it again, but sensed that would be the wrong move. As she drank the water she looked at him over the glass with her big blue eyes. She looked so shy and innocent, and Mike's heart melted even more.
She put the glass down and then gave him a crooked smile. "Where did you learn to do that?" she said. "Been with more girls than I thought?" She made it sound like a joke, but Mike sensed an edge in her voice. Could she possibly be bothered by the possibility he'd been with a lot of girls? In fact, he'd only been with a total of 3 girls before Jen.
"You've really got a thing for legs, huh?" she asked with a knowing grin.
He nodded, not trusting his voice from cracking with excitement. He ran his fingertips from the tights, over her flat stomach, and then to her bra. He covered the bra cups with his hands, then thumbed her hard nipples through the lacy silk. "Feels good Mike," she moaned her eyes closing.
He reached underneath her to unsnap her bra. But his hands were shaking and he couldn't get it undone. "That's okay," she said with an encouraging smile, lifting up. She reached behind her and unsnapped it. She saw the embarrassment in his face at not being able to do it. Actually, she liked it he wasn't experienced. "Don't worry about it," she said kissing him. "You'll have a lot of time to practice." She lay back down, inviting him to take the bra off her.
He did that next, slowly pulling off her bra as if revealing a work of art. "God, you're so perfect," he gushed, seeing her naked breasts for the first time. They were small, yet full and round with perky upturned nipples.
"They're small," Jen said. She'd always been self-conscious about her small breasts. Colin always lamented about their smallness, loudly joking more than once to all his friends the first thing he'd buy when he turned pro was bigger tits for flat chested Jenny.
But Mike couldn't take his eyes off Jen's breasts. "They're absolutely perfect," he gushed again, his hands cupping them as if in worship. He leaned down and sucked her nipples, and she was soon writhing underneath him. One good thing about small tits, her nipples were incredibly sensitive.
She reluctantly pulled away, gasping. She took off his shirt. He was thin and soft, really no muscular definition, so different from Colin. But there wasn't anyone else in the world she'd rather be with.
He shuddered as she ran her soft hands over his chest. "I wanna go slow, you know that right?" she said to him. "It's important to me."
"Yeah, I get it," he said, groaning as she scbangd her nails over his chest.
"But we can do this," she said, reaching for his belt. "Okay?"
"Yeah," he said his voice hoarse.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Then she pulled off his pants and boxers. She looked at his cock. He was rock hard, but as she'd suspected he was small. Only about 4 or 5 inches rock hard, and not very thick. So different -- so much smaller -- than Colin and all the other guys she'd ever been with.
But at that moment she'd never seen a better cock in her life.
She pulled off his socks. She smiled into his eyes and lightly tickled his feet to break the tension. Then she pulled her long blonde hair to the side, lowered her head and went down on him.
She could easily take all of him into her mouth. She didn't need to use her hands at all to hold his shaft, as she had to do with big guys like Colin. She licked and twirled her tongue over his shaft, and then bobbed up and down. She ran her free hands up and down his thighs, giving him extra pleasure.
After just a few moments he warned "I'm cumming Jen!"
She smiled inside. She'd known he'd warn her. But she didn't pull away, instead wrapping a hand around his shaft and bobbing up and down faster, gripping his shaft hard enough to maximize his pleasure. "Oh god!" he groaned. His backed arched and he gripped the back of Jen's head, and he came in her soft hot mouth. His cock jerked and pulsed three times in her mouth. He didn't cum much so she swallowed it all easily.
She tenderly released him from her mouth (knowing some guys were really sensitive after cumming), and then moved up his body and snuggled with him. Her head was on his chest, an arm around him, and a leg over his.
"That was amazing!" he gushed grasping for air.
"I'm glad you liked it," she said giving him a quick kiss on the lips. They held each other for a long time. Then Mike moved and gently put Jen on her back.
"Your turn," he said with a crooked smile.
She squeezed her legs together. "You don't have to," she said. Guys hardly ever went down on her, and honestly she was embarrassed to do it that way.
"I want to," Mike insisted. He undid her jeans and pulled them down her legs, leaving her in just the tights. He gazed for long moments at her long shapely legs in the shimmering black material. "My god Jen you're perfect," he gushed practically in awe of her body.
She suddenly got concerned he might try to fuck her. She wanted to take it slow with him. "You promised," she said squeezing her legs together.
"Don't worry," he assured her. He gripped the waistband of the tights and pulled them down her long legs. Once again he stopped and stared at her. Her legs were perfect, her skin so soft and smooth she looked airbrushed. And he was seeing ALL of her, completely nude, for the first time. How could anyone be so slim yet so shapely? How could anyone be so firm yet so soft? Even her feet were pretty. How was it possible? Her body was perfect!
Then he looked between her legs. She kept herself completely bare there, except for a tiny trimmed patch above her clit. Her pussy was amazing, thin lips pressed tight together, the lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin.
"You're amazing!" he gushed his eyes roving up and down her body.
"Stop," she whined like a shy little girl. She covered her breasts and pussy with her hands, suddenly bashful. The guys she normally went out with lusted after her body, but didn't worship her the way Mike was doing. They were always too impatient to grope and fuck her to do much looking. The way Mike was staring, like he was worshipping her body, made her feel shy. But she liked it too, liked it a lot.
Jen anxiously watched Mike as he lowered his head. She let him nudge her hand away, and for a moment he again stared at her pussy, making her blush. Then he lowered his head and licked her. She didn't expect to get pleasure out of it. Maybe he'd make her cum, that was almost inevitable if he licked her long enough. But she expected him to clumsily tongue her, slobber over her pussy and clit, like others in her life who'd half-hearted gone down on her (when they bothered to make the effort at all). If he didn't make her cum she'd fake it to make him feel good.
To her surprise, Mike didn't just run the flat of his tongue up and down her slit. Instead, he used the tip of this tongue to flick up one lip, and then the other. He did that again, and then again, and then he ran his tongue around her clit. He didn't actually touch her clit. Instead he twirled his tongue around and around, never touching it.
Only then did he run the flat of his tongue up her slit between her lips. He went up and down, up and down, and then he flicked inside the lips with the tip of his tongue. He did that a few times, and then he twirled his tongue around her clit again.
"God," she groaned, suddenly very turned on and clutching the sheets. "Where had this boy learned to do this?" she thought to herself, but it was a momentary thought because again she was lost in the wonderful sensations of his tongue working magic on her pussy.
"Miiiiiike ..." she whined, raising her hips up to push up against Mike's face, her body writhing and her fingers clutching at the sheets.
He worked on her that way for long minutes, building her up without actually licking her clit. Her moans grew more desperate, her orgasm was building, she was right on the edge. Then, suddenly, Mike rubbed the flat of his tongue hard across her clit, rapidly licking back and forth.
She groaned and clenched her eyes shut, her back arching, her curled toes digging into the mattress, she was on the brink of a massive orgasm! Then, with perfect timing, while continuing to lick her clit, Mike reached up and rolled her nipples hard.
"Oh god!" Jen cried, and her body spasmed wildly in wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure. Her body shuddered as Mike continued to lick her, her orgasm going on and on.
Finally she pushed his head away, her clit suddenly ultra-sensitive. "Stop, stop," she practically begged, panting. Mike pulled away and waited. As she recovered he looked at her body again. He couldn't stop looking. He was already hard again.
"That was freaking awesome!" Jen gushed as her panting subsided. Then she saw him looking at her again, and saw his hard-on. She didn't want to fuck, she wanted to take things slow, so she needed to get him to cool down. She pulled the covers up. She looked at him through her eyelashes. With a pouty voice, she said "I'm kinda thirsty."
"I'll get you something," Mike said immediately, leaping up. He'd do anything for his goddess. He put on a shirt and shorts and went down stairs.
When he went downstairs he found the whole fraternity there.
Not just Sam, Simon, Zack and Drums, but the WHOLE fraternity. They were silent at first. Many wore big envious smiles. A lot of them looked at Mike in awe. Then the questions came:
"Do you really have Jenny Johnson up there?"
"Did you just fuck her?"
"How big are her tits?"
"Did she blow you?"
"How did you bag Jenny Johnson?"
"Man she's s screamer!" Mike ignored them all and went into the kitchen for 2 glasses of water. He played it nonchalant and cool, but inside he was beaming. It was definitely great to be dating a girl as sexy and popular as Jen Johnson!
When he got back he found Jen had put on his frat t-shirt. For some reason, his heart leaped seeing her wear it.
He gave her the glass of water and sat on the bed with her. He wanted to do it again, but sensed that would be the wrong move. As she drank the water she looked at him over the glass with her big blue eyes. She looked so shy and innocent, and Mike's heart melted even more.
She put the glass down and then gave him a crooked smile. "Where did you learn to do that?" she said. "Been with more girls than I thought?" She made it sound like a joke, but Mike sensed an edge in her voice. Could she possibly be bothered by the possibility he'd been with a lot of girls? In fact, he'd only been with a total of 3 girls before Jen.
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