The First Grown-Up Pussy I Touched
I young, wild but still naive when I attended a backyard party with a group of friends one summer night...
the group of us sat around the bonfire for hours, laughing and drinking until the early early hours of the morning. I had been casually chatting with our hosts, an average couple in their 40s who liked to socialize over drinks, all evening but finally, it was time to go. I said my goodbyes, picked up my backpack and made my way through the line up of vehicles back to the street to start my walk home.
I was just coming up on the final 2 vehicles when I heard the male host calling after me. I stopped and turned toward him, realizing I had forgotten to say goodbye to the couple as they had been in the house checking to see the k**** were still in bed. As I turned around, however, I was met by the visage of the host with his face flushed and hard, veiny cock in hand as it jutted out of the gap in his fly. I stared, unsure what to say to this married father rubbing his cock toward me with all of my friends still in the yard, not far behind us. While I stammered, he tugged me between the vehicles as I continued to stare at the glossy mushroom head looking back at me, curls of wet pubic hair slicked against his shaft. Suddenly I felt cold air rush across my chest and I realized that my shirt hand been pulled down leaving my young, firm braless tits exposed, my thick nips visibly rising to the occasion. My surprise stunned me to the point that by the time I had processed what was happening, his mouth had already locked on to my nipples and I could already feel a puddle forming in the front of my panties as my pussy drool escaped from between my thick, smooth lips. I was revelling in the eager tongue work this man, over 20 years older than me, was putting into my young titties when I glanced up to see the figure of a woman standing to my left, just at the end of the truck I was facing. I panicked and pulled my nipple from his mouth as I turned to run when he caught my hand and pulled it back towards him... past him... and lower.
what met my hand was coarse and pillowy... radiating heat... then firm but plush... but wet...
My pussy lips jumped and I felt my walls clench as I realized what my hand was on, and I froze as I felt his lips return to my tits and her feminine hand latch on to the remaining exposed nipple. I gasped and reflexively grabbed on to her mound as she gripped and pulled my nip, and my fingers slid between her sticky flaps. I watched her long, heavy tits flop out of her bra and neckline as she heaved them up and out, hypnotized by the long, dark nipples that hung off of them. They danced in rhythm to her yanks and twists on my tits as I explored her milky MILF flaps, loose and fleshy... pinching and tugging at them as they oozed into my palm.
suddenly the friends behind us got louder as they approached, their time to go home having arrived as well. I yanked my hand back and tucked my hard nubs back into my shirt, while the couple tidied themselves as well. I rejoined my group and shuffled off home, but I still often think about those hungry mommy lips and wonder what she would have done to my young, tight little puss to satisfy hers
the group of us sat around the bonfire for hours, laughing and drinking until the early early hours of the morning. I had been casually chatting with our hosts, an average couple in their 40s who liked to socialize over drinks, all evening but finally, it was time to go. I said my goodbyes, picked up my backpack and made my way through the line up of vehicles back to the street to start my walk home.
I was just coming up on the final 2 vehicles when I heard the male host calling after me. I stopped and turned toward him, realizing I had forgotten to say goodbye to the couple as they had been in the house checking to see the k**** were still in bed. As I turned around, however, I was met by the visage of the host with his face flushed and hard, veiny cock in hand as it jutted out of the gap in his fly. I stared, unsure what to say to this married father rubbing his cock toward me with all of my friends still in the yard, not far behind us. While I stammered, he tugged me between the vehicles as I continued to stare at the glossy mushroom head looking back at me, curls of wet pubic hair slicked against his shaft. Suddenly I felt cold air rush across my chest and I realized that my shirt hand been pulled down leaving my young, firm braless tits exposed, my thick nips visibly rising to the occasion. My surprise stunned me to the point that by the time I had processed what was happening, his mouth had already locked on to my nipples and I could already feel a puddle forming in the front of my panties as my pussy drool escaped from between my thick, smooth lips. I was revelling in the eager tongue work this man, over 20 years older than me, was putting into my young titties when I glanced up to see the figure of a woman standing to my left, just at the end of the truck I was facing. I panicked and pulled my nipple from his mouth as I turned to run when he caught my hand and pulled it back towards him... past him... and lower.
what met my hand was coarse and pillowy... radiating heat... then firm but plush... but wet...
My pussy lips jumped and I felt my walls clench as I realized what my hand was on, and I froze as I felt his lips return to my tits and her feminine hand latch on to the remaining exposed nipple. I gasped and reflexively grabbed on to her mound as she gripped and pulled my nip, and my fingers slid between her sticky flaps. I watched her long, heavy tits flop out of her bra and neckline as she heaved them up and out, hypnotized by the long, dark nipples that hung off of them. They danced in rhythm to her yanks and twists on my tits as I explored her milky MILF flaps, loose and fleshy... pinching and tugging at them as they oozed into my palm.
suddenly the friends behind us got louder as they approached, their time to go home having arrived as well. I yanked my hand back and tucked my hard nubs back into my shirt, while the couple tidied themselves as well. I rejoined my group and shuffled off home, but I still often think about those hungry mommy lips and wonder what she would have done to my young, tight little puss to satisfy hers
3 years ago
