The Memoirs of luv2suck - Page 32

OxWeb · #**466** 14-11-2016, 12:06 AM

Please carry on your hot encounters sis!!

Truthful · #**467** 14-11-2016, 08:48 AM

Nice updates.. more please.

saatchi · #**468** 14-11-2016, 11:14 AM

Camping for next episode

SwallowMeCum · #**469** 14-11-2016, 11:56 AM

Awesome.. more please.

Euro2016 · #**470** 14-11-2016, 01:08 PM

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Originally Posted by SwallowMeCum

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luv2suck · #**471** 14-11-2016, 02:09 PM

After what happened at the party with George, I heard nothing from him again not until 3 years later at Shannon's wedding party. Most of us went to the dinner banquet with partners except for me and yes you guessed right - Georgie boy. Dinner ended later than expected and George offered to drive me home.

Once we got in the car, I asked how he was getting on with his sex life. He coughed and said, "not so interesting, why do you ask?" I giggled and asked if he remembered cumming in his briefs at the party when I did a personal lap dance for him. He blushed and said very shyly, "yes, that.... uhhhh yah who could forget that," and then went on to say, "that's hand job material for me whenever I am horny."

I turned to him surprised and asked, "has there been anyone else after that incident?" He shook his head, looking down at the steering wheel, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

I placed my hand on his left thigh, making an effort to console him. He didn't move away (a good sign) but he was still a nerd and a prude. He didn't even attempt to take it any further. Was he really happy just to have my hand on his thigh? But I had other ideas.

I began massaging his thigh and asking if he had ever gone for a massage. He answered, "God forbids, of course not. You won't even know if they are clean." So George is still, inside of him, a pure 100% nerd in spite of not looking like one anymore.

My hand moved higher up his thigh. When it moves, one side was almost touching his balls. Yet he didn't move, in fact, he seemed to be enjoying me touching him there. I turned to face him and asked, "are you hard yet?" He nodded his head but remained stone-faced.

I placed my palms on his crotch and felt his hardness beneath his pants. I gave it a light press and it twitched a little. I asked if he liked to come up to my place but he declined saying he has an early breakfast meeting to attend and needed the rest.

I suggested that we turned off the expressway and park at one of those deserted lanes or car park. At the next exit, he made a turn-off and soon his car was parked in a deserted parking lot in some industrial estate. The car park was empty except for one other car at the other far end.

I bent over to his side to undo his pants and soon they were pulled down to his knees, leaving him in only his underwear. He was wearing boxers which were badly tented. I stroked his cock through the cotton fabric of his boxers until a wet spot formed where his cock head was. Then I took his hard rod out from the front opening of his boxers. It was slick with precum. His left hand reached out to fondle my tits while I continued to pull at his cock.

I placed my face in front of his cock and blew at it lightly. Then lowering my head, my tongue gave his pee-hole a light flick. He pushed his hips upwards sending his cock into my mouth. I began to suck in his cock head, using my tongue to make circular movements around the rubbery glans of his cock. His thighs trembled and he pushed my head downwards. Half of his 5-incher was now inside my mouth. Slowly but steadily, inch by inch, I suctioned in his tumescent cock into my mouth until all 5 inches was embedded in my mouth.

His left hand continued playing with my tits as his right hand pushed my head down until his thick pubic hair were pressing against my nose. I love his scent - it smelled so manly in spite of him being a nerd.

I began to really suck on his cock as my tongue reached out downward to tickle his balls. This must have sent him to his edge as he began to piston his cock in and out of my mouth at full crank and in no more than a minute, he shot his first spurt of sperm into my mouth. Then as I used my tongue to tickle his pee-hole he continued to send volleys after volleys of hot spunk onto my tongue. It tasted good and swallowed them up, not letting any to flow out of my mouth, not wasting any of the precious baby-makers. Nothing was wasted.

After he was completely spent, he withdrew his softening dick out of my mouth. He turned to me and asked if I need to cum. I laid back on my seat and gave him the cum-fuck-me look. He lowered my skirt all the way to my ankle. Then he lowered my lacy panties and immediately dove in between my legs. From the way he was working on my twat with his tongue I could tell he was inexperienced. So I encouraged him by telling him to take my clitoris between his lips, explaining to him that that would give me more pleasure. He was a keen learner and soon brought me to bouts of orgasm. As soon as I had calmed down, I turned to him and saw that he was hard again.

I asked if he had condom and he replied, "oh no, I don't carry them. I have no intention of fucking any girl before marriage." I almost cried hearing him say those words, at least not when I needed a cock up my fanny. I almost wanted to scold him for being such a nerd and prude.

We dressed up and he started the journey to my place with a hard on in his pants. I played with his cock through his pants until he said his cock was hurting, trapped within the confines of his trousers. I unzipped his pants and took it out and stroked it until he said he was cumming soon. I bent over and took his cock in my mouth. As soon as his cock entered me, he busted his nuts sending 5 spurts of thick rich cream into my mouth.

He sent me home a very happy man. I, on the other hand, was left high and dry. As soon as I entered my room, I looked for Mr Big - the largest dildo I have in my collection - and pleasured myself to 3 rounds of orgasm, under the watchful eyes of my landlady's husband. I had purposely left my bedroom door ajar.