The Making of a Three Hole Slut
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
Adam was relaxing on the couch watching some television and just chilling out, as most people would do, who had the day off work. It wasn’t even his house he was relaxing in, but he had met Leonora a couple of months ago in a bar and their relationship had developed in a strange way. Neither of then had many friends and both were sexually frustrated. After their first night together, they realised that they had a slight problem.
The fact was that neither of them wanted a commitment, or even a deep relationship, but the sex was awesome.
The solution they both wanted, and that they eventually had the courage to admit, was that they should meet whenever they wanted to, just for sex. No ties, no commitments, no recriminations, just good fucking!
Leonora was 33 years old and had a 15 year-old daughter called Sally. The teenager largely ignored Adam, but when they had to communicate for some reason, they did so civilly. Because Sally’s mother was very loud and very vocal when she was getting fucked, although only 15, the young girl must have known that Adam was doing her mother whenever he stayed over.
Adam and Leonora had enjoyed a few drinks in a local bar last night and headed back to her home for some uncomplicated sex. The fucking was so good, that on learning that Adam had the next day off work, Leonora had suggested that he stay at her house and also spend the next night.
That set the scene of why he was at the house, but his peace and tranquility were shattered by the sound of the door slamming closed as Sally came in from school. He heard the thump of her schoolbooks being dropped on to the floor, and then her footsteps as she ran upstairs to her bedroom. The girl must have known that Adam was in the house because his car was parked right outside.
About ten minutes later, he heard the footsteps again, but this time Sally was coming downstairs. When she appeared in the living room, she nodded her head once in response to his, “Hi Sally,” and then she dropped the schoolbooks she was carrying onto the floor in front of the television.
She was still dressed in her school uniform of white blouse and black skirt, but she had taken off her shoes somewhere and had white socks on her feet. While she looked at what was on the television, Adam took the opportunity to carefully run his eyes over the fifteen year olds body, and he liked what he saw. Standing five foot eight inches tall in her socks, Sally had an athletically toned figure from being part of the school swim team.
He judged her tits to be around a 34A, maybe a B, but their best feature was definitely their shape. Firm and conical shaped, they pushed straight out from her chest without the slightest suggestion of sagging. Although he had never actually seen the girl’s naked tits, he always imagined that they would be topped with puffy little nipples and whenever that image flashed into his brain, his cock would stiffen.
To Be Continued.....................
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
Adam was relaxing on the couch watching some television and just chilling out, as most people would do, who had the day off work. It wasn’t even his house he was relaxing in, but he had met Leonora a couple of months ago in a bar and their relationship had developed in a strange way. Neither of then had many friends and both were sexually frustrated. After their first night together, they realised that they had a slight problem.
The fact was that neither of them wanted a commitment, or even a deep relationship, but the sex was awesome.
The solution they both wanted, and that they eventually had the courage to admit, was that they should meet whenever they wanted to, just for sex. No ties, no commitments, no recriminations, just good fucking!
Leonora was 33 years old and had a 15 year-old daughter called Sally. The teenager largely ignored Adam, but when they had to communicate for some reason, they did so civilly. Because Sally’s mother was very loud and very vocal when she was getting fucked, although only 15, the young girl must have known that Adam was doing her mother whenever he stayed over.
Adam and Leonora had enjoyed a few drinks in a local bar last night and headed back to her home for some uncomplicated sex. The fucking was so good, that on learning that Adam had the next day off work, Leonora had suggested that he stay at her house and also spend the next night.
That set the scene of why he was at the house, but his peace and tranquility were shattered by the sound of the door slamming closed as Sally came in from school. He heard the thump of her schoolbooks being dropped on to the floor, and then her footsteps as she ran upstairs to her bedroom. The girl must have known that Adam was in the house because his car was parked right outside.
About ten minutes later, he heard the footsteps again, but this time Sally was coming downstairs. When she appeared in the living room, she nodded her head once in response to his, “Hi Sally,” and then she dropped the schoolbooks she was carrying onto the floor in front of the television.
She was still dressed in her school uniform of white blouse and black skirt, but she had taken off her shoes somewhere and had white socks on her feet. While she looked at what was on the television, Adam took the opportunity to carefully run his eyes over the fifteen year olds body, and he liked what he saw. Standing five foot eight inches tall in her socks, Sally had an athletically toned figure from being part of the school swim team.
He judged her tits to be around a 34A, maybe a B, but their best feature was definitely their shape. Firm and conical shaped, they pushed straight out from her chest without the slightest suggestion of sagging. Although he had never actually seen the girl’s naked tits, he always imagined that they would be topped with puffy little nipples and whenever that image flashed into his brain, his cock would stiffen.
To Be Continued.....................