My heart started pounding hard inside my chest. It was happening. I was giving myself to my father. I didn’t know what came over me. I would never be able to imagine something even close to that when I woke up this morning. I always admired him, his handsome face, his muscles, the low tone of his voice… But I had never actually imagined something like this, much less imagined that he would be hurting me, and that I would not only be ok with that, but wanting it to happen.
My moans echoed throughout the living room until I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. By them my roommate’s popsicle was almost completely melted. Still, there was enough left to make me climax, forcing my vaginal muscles to contract, sucking up what little frozen treat remained, leaving my roommate with nothing but a popsicle stick. I surely would have laughed at this if not for the fact that I was too busy experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Well, that and the fact that I was suddenly snapped back to reality.
I don’t know if she felt my hard on pressing against her pussy or not but we kissed for an awful long time. She finally sat up still on my groin and smiled “you sure are moving up on my list of right ones” I said moving her hair back over her shoulders. “What are you looking for in a guy? “ I asked “well they have to be handsome, slim,not fat, romantic, and of course a good kisser. I reached up and cupped her cheek “I am slim at least and i am “but before I could finish she came back down and kissed me.
She had long, platinum-blonde hair with strategically placed, bright-pink highlights, full, pouty lip and piercing, emerald-green eyes. Now fully nude, there was nothing covering up her firm, D-Cup boobs. Her bounce-a-quarter-off-of-it butt was equally visible as was her tight, clean-shaven pussy. One final detail helped make her the most beautiful woman on earth. A large, bright-pink tattoo seemed to hover between her pussy and navel. Shaped like the lesbian symbol, it made every man who saw it want her that much more. After all, what kind of man would not want to have his way with a lesbian—especially such a hot one?
“Take off your clothes and come over here,” I commanded sternly. Startled, Leslie meekly stood up and after waiting for a moment took her dress off over her head and held it to her chest. “The bra too—you know you’ve wanted me to see you naked for years girl!” Leslie stood up straight and took off her bra and out popped an enormous pair of firm, what looked to be a 42 D, set of breasts. I was shocked as she always dressed modestly and although I knew her breasts were large, on her large frame, they weren’t her most prominent feature. Her breasts were beautiful though, bright white and freckled with medium-sized, bright pink areolas that the whole soft nipple filled, beautifully firm of a 20 year in the full bloom of her beauty.
