| Straight: Serial Stories: A June Wedding: A June Wedding Part 1 (1/16) |
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Chapter 1 June 1971. I awoke with a hard on. The sun was streaming in through the curtains on the front window. I turned onto my side, the tip of my prick nestling between Jenny's ass cheeks. I breathed in the smell of her hair. So fresh and clean. I placed my hand on her hip then moved it across her belly and onto a breast. She seemed to purr. I pushed against her with my prick. I could feel her ass cheeks open slightly. My prick slipping in between them. She lifted her leg and, reaching back between them, guided my prick to the lips of her fanny. I pushed forward, feeling her open, slipping inside her. She closed her legs, her hole tightening around me. I moved in and out. I supported my head with my other hand and looked down on her. It was nearly two years since we first met. Such a lot had happened in that time. From virgin to eight notches on my bedstead. Mostly unintended it's true. I quickened my strokes as I remembered the time I'd had Sammy at the party. Watching as my prick slid in and out of her ass hole, glistening in its coating of Vaseline. Jenny was looking back, over her shoulder at me. "What are you thinking about?" She asked. "Concentrating on you." Well, a part of me was. "Oh." She said, and turned her head away. I squeezed her breast, then ran my finger tips around her nipple. She turned her head back to me, pursing her lips for a kiss. I craned my head around her and managed to contact hers with mine. "Good morning." She smiled. "We never seem to do things in the right order." "What do you mean?" I panted. I was nearly there. She was breathing heavily herself. "Most people say good morning first. Then shag." Her language. That Linda had a lot to answer for. "Hmm." I moaned. It wouldn't be long now. "What present shall we get John and Linda?" "I don't mind. You choose." Be quiet, I wanted to come. "You're not getting out of it like that." She was squeezing me with her fanny lips. "You're coming with me." She was right. I was and so was she. I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back. I put my arm around her as she turned to face me. She rested her head on my shoulder. "Alright, I'll come." I rubbed the top of the crack between her ass cheeks. "We have to go down town this morning anyway." "Oh, why?" She asked, innocently. "Your Opticians appointment." "Id forgotten that." "No you hadn't. You just don't want to go." She put her hand on my balls then my prick. It started growing. She stroked it and it grew some more. "I don't want to wear glasses." She was still stroking my prick. "I think you'll look nice in them." She swung her knee across my hips and straddled me. Placing the tip of my prick inside her fanny she slowly sank down upon it. She placed her hands on my chest as she rode up and down. "You won't make me go, will you?" "It's for your own good." "Oh, don't make me." "You've got to." Her fanny |
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