30-06-2019, 01:56 PM
She murmured in pleasure and her hips lurched and rocked and her body rocked gently back and forth. She moved the carrot in and out of her cunt, round and round. Licking a fingertip, she moistened her aureoles and caressed her breasts sensuously while her other hand kept working between her legs. On and on she went and finally exploded, gasping and mewing, her hips arching and lurching upward. Slowly, she slid the carrot out of her slit and, with a lascivious grin, began to nibble on it.
All this time, her eyes were on the door and it seemed as if she knew he was there and wanted him to be. *Fuck me*, she seemed to say. *I want you*. It was what he desired more than anything else in the world and, on the other side of the door, so did she.
Groaning, Jerry exploded, flooding his hand with jizz.
And then she got up and hung her towel over the doorknob, covering the keyhole and eclipsing his pleasure.
"COME ON, JERRY ... lick my slit ... fuck me with your tongue!" The teenager's voice was husky and sibilant, deeply erotic.
The darkly handsome, hard-bodied youth smiled down at his lovely, fair-skinned, seventeen-year old cousin sprawled wantonly before him. Her body was luscious, already ripened into womanhood, with large breasts and flared hips. Her belly was firm and flat, her arms and legs smooth and slender.
Her face was delicate, with a fine nose, flared nostrils, a lovely, sexy mouth meant for sucking and kissing and fucking. Her eyes were large and brown rimmed with *kajal*, and her hair was silky and dark with auburn highlights, twisted into a braid.
The young man smiled and thrust his face into her crotch. Shirlyn gasped softly and arched her back in pleasure. His tongue rippled down her sodden cunt-lips and through moist flesh within. It felt wonderful.
Shirlyn spread her legs still wider and, gripped his head in her crotch, her hips raised high. His tongue swirled through her cunt-flesh and flickered against her gorged clitoris.
"Ohhhh uhh yeh ... ohh god Jerry yeh!" she moaned softly.
He slid his hands up to her turgid breasts and squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples. Shirlyn sighed in pleasure, writhing on the bed. His tongue jabbed into her cunt and she gasped loudly, arching her back.
"Ohh! OH! Oh yes! Yes! Ohh! Unhhh! Ohhhh!"
Her face flipped languorously from side to side, her lips parted in a gentle 'O' of pleasure. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed as though she was being fucked, and her full, ripe breasts jiggled erotically. She squeezed them in rising excitement, moaning with pleasure.
They first fucked a few days earlier. Shirlyn was feeling sexy and she was alone -- neither Kenny or Shankar were there today, and the doctor, Arun was out of town. She lay in bed, masturbating gently and unhurriedly with a large, long white radish. She slid the vegetable gently in and out of her cunt and ached to have a real penis in her flesh. If only there was a man available ...
The realisation hit her suddenly and she stopped. Jerry. Of course. Jerry was available. He was in the house, and they were alone, and she had been tormenting him long enough. It was time to act. Shirlyn's pulse quickened.
Abandoning the radish, her heart racing with excitement, Shirlyn got up. She knotted her hair quickly behind her head and, for a second, debated what to wear. Looking around, she spotted her tennis gear, and grinned in delight. If it worked for Kenny, it would work for Jerry. Quickly, she slipped into her white cotton T-shirt and short tennis skirt, deliberately abjuring all underwear.
She braided her hair and, holding her shoes in one hand, her racquet in the other, she twirled before her full-length mirror. The T-shirt was translucent and her breasts and nipples and aureoles were clearly visible. Her breasts bounced as she moved and she thought it very erotic. Bending over, she smiled at her reflection as she saw her skirt slide up her thighs and reveal her buttocks and naked cunt beneath. Perfect. Jerry would not be able to resist.
He was in the hall, sprawled on the floor reading a computer manual when she entered and dumped her sports bag on the sofa seat. For a moment, she looked at him with a rush of pleasure.
He wore a tight white vest and skimpy shorts and his body looked gorgeous. He looked up at her and she saw the swift intake of breath.
"I'm going to the club. Tennis," she murmured, eyeing him lasciviously.
He stared at her and nodded slowly. She turned her back and bent forward at the waist over the back of the couch to pick up her bag, her feet spread apart. Her skirt slid up, high over her hips and she heard him gasp when he saw her naked buttocks and thighs, the puckered darkness of her anus, the bewitching fuzz of her cunt.
With her legs spread, her cunt-lips opened slightly and he could even see the tender flesh within. She paused for the merest fraction of a second, letting him have a good look. There was no sound, utter silence. The book's pages fluttered in the breeze from the fan. Shirlyn didn't move.
Suddenly, she gasped. Jerry's hands slid up her legs and over her buttocks. She wanted to turn and look at him, but held herself back. A soft rustle, a snap and then she bit her lower lip and felt dizzy with excitement. His cock, thick, long, hard, throbbing, pressed between her buttocks and thighs, moving to her cunt. Shirlyn tensed, trying to gauge its size.
The heat was intense and overpowering. It pressed to her cunt-lips. His hands pushed her T-shirt up under her arms and roved over her breasts. They were hard and swollen with excitement, her nipples erect. She held still.
And then the heat of his cock burst into her cunt and she cried out, her head snapping up, her face contorting in an explosion of pleasure. His penis surged powerfully into her flesh and his fingers crushed her breasts. Shirlyn dug her fingers into the upholstery and moaned, her head jerking up, her mouth opening in a wide 'O' of lust. She felt a rush of joy ... she had him now!
The young man flexed his buttocks and his hot, hard penis drove deeper into her cunt. Shirlyn gasped and cried out, her cunt contracting and convulsing frantically on his penis. Jerry groaned in excitement.
All this time, her eyes were on the door and it seemed as if she knew he was there and wanted him to be. *Fuck me*, she seemed to say. *I want you*. It was what he desired more than anything else in the world and, on the other side of the door, so did she.
Groaning, Jerry exploded, flooding his hand with jizz.
And then she got up and hung her towel over the doorknob, covering the keyhole and eclipsing his pleasure.
"COME ON, JERRY ... lick my slit ... fuck me with your tongue!" The teenager's voice was husky and sibilant, deeply erotic.
The darkly handsome, hard-bodied youth smiled down at his lovely, fair-skinned, seventeen-year old cousin sprawled wantonly before him. Her body was luscious, already ripened into womanhood, with large breasts and flared hips. Her belly was firm and flat, her arms and legs smooth and slender.
Her face was delicate, with a fine nose, flared nostrils, a lovely, sexy mouth meant for sucking and kissing and fucking. Her eyes were large and brown rimmed with *kajal*, and her hair was silky and dark with auburn highlights, twisted into a braid.
The young man smiled and thrust his face into her crotch. Shirlyn gasped softly and arched her back in pleasure. His tongue rippled down her sodden cunt-lips and through moist flesh within. It felt wonderful.
Shirlyn spread her legs still wider and, gripped his head in her crotch, her hips raised high. His tongue swirled through her cunt-flesh and flickered against her gorged clitoris.
"Ohhhh uhh yeh ... ohh god Jerry yeh!" she moaned softly.
He slid his hands up to her turgid breasts and squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples. Shirlyn sighed in pleasure, writhing on the bed. His tongue jabbed into her cunt and she gasped loudly, arching her back.
"Ohh! OH! Oh yes! Yes! Ohh! Unhhh! Ohhhh!"
Her face flipped languorously from side to side, her lips parted in a gentle 'O' of pleasure. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed as though she was being fucked, and her full, ripe breasts jiggled erotically. She squeezed them in rising excitement, moaning with pleasure.
They first fucked a few days earlier. Shirlyn was feeling sexy and she was alone -- neither Kenny or Shankar were there today, and the doctor, Arun was out of town. She lay in bed, masturbating gently and unhurriedly with a large, long white radish. She slid the vegetable gently in and out of her cunt and ached to have a real penis in her flesh. If only there was a man available ...
The realisation hit her suddenly and she stopped. Jerry. Of course. Jerry was available. He was in the house, and they were alone, and she had been tormenting him long enough. It was time to act. Shirlyn's pulse quickened.
Abandoning the radish, her heart racing with excitement, Shirlyn got up. She knotted her hair quickly behind her head and, for a second, debated what to wear. Looking around, she spotted her tennis gear, and grinned in delight. If it worked for Kenny, it would work for Jerry. Quickly, she slipped into her white cotton T-shirt and short tennis skirt, deliberately abjuring all underwear.
She braided her hair and, holding her shoes in one hand, her racquet in the other, she twirled before her full-length mirror. The T-shirt was translucent and her breasts and nipples and aureoles were clearly visible. Her breasts bounced as she moved and she thought it very erotic. Bending over, she smiled at her reflection as she saw her skirt slide up her thighs and reveal her buttocks and naked cunt beneath. Perfect. Jerry would not be able to resist.
He was in the hall, sprawled on the floor reading a computer manual when she entered and dumped her sports bag on the sofa seat. For a moment, she looked at him with a rush of pleasure.
He wore a tight white vest and skimpy shorts and his body looked gorgeous. He looked up at her and she saw the swift intake of breath.
"I'm going to the club. Tennis," she murmured, eyeing him lasciviously.
He stared at her and nodded slowly. She turned her back and bent forward at the waist over the back of the couch to pick up her bag, her feet spread apart. Her skirt slid up, high over her hips and she heard him gasp when he saw her naked buttocks and thighs, the puckered darkness of her anus, the bewitching fuzz of her cunt.
With her legs spread, her cunt-lips opened slightly and he could even see the tender flesh within. She paused for the merest fraction of a second, letting him have a good look. There was no sound, utter silence. The book's pages fluttered in the breeze from the fan. Shirlyn didn't move.
Suddenly, she gasped. Jerry's hands slid up her legs and over her buttocks. She wanted to turn and look at him, but held herself back. A soft rustle, a snap and then she bit her lower lip and felt dizzy with excitement. His cock, thick, long, hard, throbbing, pressed between her buttocks and thighs, moving to her cunt. Shirlyn tensed, trying to gauge its size.
The heat was intense and overpowering. It pressed to her cunt-lips. His hands pushed her T-shirt up under her arms and roved over her breasts. They were hard and swollen with excitement, her nipples erect. She held still.
And then the heat of his cock burst into her cunt and she cried out, her head snapping up, her face contorting in an explosion of pleasure. His penis surged powerfully into her flesh and his fingers crushed her breasts. Shirlyn dug her fingers into the upholstery and moaned, her head jerking up, her mouth opening in a wide 'O' of lust. She felt a rush of joy ... she had him now!
The young man flexed his buttocks and his hot, hard penis drove deeper into her cunt. Shirlyn gasped and cried out, her cunt contracting and convulsing frantically on his penis. Jerry groaned in excitement.
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