The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
I was trying really hard not to fidget and not to get an erection. Gwyn was acting coy about this anal sex business, and, frankly, I was determined to try and not do anything to ruin my chances. I knew I had a tendency to talk on and on, and to interrupt people when I got excited, and right now I was beyond excited. I thought fucking Gwyn’s zaftig ass sounded like an amazing idea. I squirmed in my seat a little and tried to focus on not focusing on things like… wondering if I would be able to feel her piercings against me while I nailed her in her tiny little hole. I guessed it would depend on the position. I hadn’t had anal in so long. Juliet didn’t like it, and most chicks who didn’t mind the idea at first began to definitely mind once I took my pants off.
What would be best, if Gwyn would let me do whatever I wanted? Fuck…that ass! I wanted to be able to smack it, leave marks, hear her moan, but it would be easier to play with her hairless, pink pussy at the same time if I- uhh… I felt a strong stirring. Time to think about something else.
I peered over at Gwyn, who was driving, nodding along to the Murderdolls. She was smirking, the corners of her mouth upturned. She was cute when she was being arrogant. As she was merging onto a highway, I saw no harm in doing the natural thing and stealing a quick look at her boobies.
They weren’t totally enormous, and they weren’t quite “perky,” but they were so ripe and full. Just a little bit too big for one hand apiece, they me want to keep trying to get them to fit. Gwyn’s skin was so fair, you could trace delicate blue veins across them. Perfect for squeezing, rubbing, and the giving of pearl necklaces… Shit, well, too late for my goal of no boner.
The pressure in my pants was bothersome, so I shifted around, reached a hand down my pants, and adjusted my preoccupied member so that it was pointing in an accusatory fashion at my belly button. I left my hand in my pants, sensibly, to protect my dick from the seat belt.
I started thinking about Gwyn, the texture of her tits in my palms when I squeezed them, the feeling of her lips around my cock, and started slowly stroking my dick in my pants as I sat back and closed my eyes.
QOTD: have you ever boned someone, or wanked, in a moving vehicle?
yes. i fingered my high school girlfriend during a field trip on the bus, when i was 16 or 17. because that's totally a great idea. (note sarcasm. teenage readers: do not do this.) no idea if i've had other experiences or not, that's the only one i remember.