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2004-09-01 20:59:02 (UTC)

Olympic Sex

He was at my house, watching tv,
and being completely controlling with the remote. He was
watching the Olympics and I wanted to watch....something
else. I can't remember what it was. Anyway, I was leaning
on him, reaching out to take the remote away from him, and
he was playing with me, holding it out of reach. I kept
grabbing for it, and he'd pull it away. I stopped trying
after a minute, with a mock pout on my face. He looked at
me and laughed. "Poor baby," he said, brushing his lips
over mine. I laid back on the couch and pulled him with
me, him laying side by side with my body. He kissed me
again, his tongue seeking out mine, his hands resting on my
breasts, and his fingers tracing the outline of my nipple
through my shirt.

I kissed him back hard and urgently and I could tell that
my insistance was making him hot. His hand moved down to
my pants again and he rubbed my pussy through my pants. He
moved his hand back up, undid my pants and slipped his hand
inside. His fingers went right for my clit, masassing it
and fondling it. Then, they went lower, and I felt him
slide a finger in. "You're so wet, baby," he whispered to
me. His finger was in deep, moving back and forth. We
were still kissing, and I was sighing deeply and moaning
occasionally as he fingered me. He inserted another finger
and began to fuck me with both of them and it sent me over
the edge. I held onto him, and cried out.

He was getting turned on by watching me, so he asked for me
to grab his cock. I undid his pants and slipped my hand
inside to find his dick, already unbelievably hard and
waiting. I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk
him off. He moaned as well, and we sat there on the couch,
both of us masturbating on the other person. He started to
thrust his fingers harder, getting further inside my pussy,
and I was close to cumming at that point. He was still
whispering to me, "That's it, fuck my hand...just like
that...mmmm, you look so pretty and innocent right now." I
was still jerking his cock and felt his precum spill out.
I rubbed his cock firmly and slid my hand down lower in
order to jerk the full length of it. "Looks like my baby
likes this...do you like it?" he murmured to me. "Yes," I
said, gasping. "Are you my little girl?" he asked
me. "Yes, I am," I whispered back, before my pussy muscles
tightened around his fingers and I began to cum, hard. My
toes curled and he continued to rub me until I had to stop
him. I was too sensitive. He kissed my forehead and
mumbled, "Good girl" to me.

He asked me to suck him until he came in my mouth, and I
agreed. He sat up partially, and I bent down. I took my
tongue and ran it across the head before taking it all in
my mouth. I had learned to take his whole cock in my
mouth, and he enjoyed that best, feeling my mouth slide up
and down on his dick, my tongue tracing soft trails on it
everywhere. I had been sucking him off for maybe slightly
longer than 5,6 minutes when the doorbell rang. Against
his protests, I got up to see who it was and my mother was
standing outside, with her boyfriend. Shit. I told him to
get up, and he zipped up his pants in a hurry. I opened
the door, and my mother took one look at me, one look at
him and started laughing. I don't think she knew exactly
what was going on (how could she?), but she knows we
weren't just watching tv. To the best of my knowledge, she
believes that we were just making out, and I guess I could
live with that. But it was humiliating, because she was
laughing and looking at my flushed face, and he just sat
there like a log. She went off to get herself and him some
cake, and he reached out of me, grabbed my waist, kissed my
bottom lip and said only, "You owe me."




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