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-=[ Slutty Sleepover ]=-
My family had lived in the same neighborhood for years and years, and then,
regrettably, we moved away, to another state. In the meantime, we kept in
touch
with our next-door neighbors, Tom and Barbara.
One summer, two years after we had left the old neighborhood, they arranged
for
their daughter, Rosalyn, to stay with us, since they were going to go on a
second honey moon and visit the Pacific, staying on some island resorts for
two
full months. It was sort of a renewal of their marriage, you know how people
do
things like that. They had save up big time for the trip, and Rosalyn had a
choice...stay with relatives, or with us. She chose us, and my parents were
glad to have her. Little did they know how glad I was to have her.
When she first came to stay with us, I noticed immediately how much she had
grown. She was no longer the little freckle-faced, skinny tomboy I had
known.
She was now a grown, beautiful, voluptuous woman.
She had really light brown hair that fell to her shoulders and softly framed
her round face, softening, somehow, her greenish-blue eyes finely chiseled
features. She was a beautiful young woman, and she dressed with the kind of
flair that showed off her round breasts and tight buttocks.
She had light brown hair, hanging to her shoulders with just the hint of a
curl
at the end, where it touched her shoulders. Her eyes were green-blue, the
color
of the ocean. It was difficult not to look at her, and several times, I had
to
look away when she turned and looked at my face. I had
been caught a couple of times staring at her beautiful, round ass. Her
response
was to give me a knowing, broad smile. I had no idea what was in the depths
of
that smile, whether it was mocking laughter, or secret knowledge. I just
knew
that, if given half a chance, I'd give my right arm to have her lips
stretched
across the head of my hard cock.
She had been with me for about a week when, one night, I was laying in bed,
reading, and then turned off the light and covered myself. It was an
intensely
erotic novel that I had been reading, and I lay back on the pillow, my hand
going to my crotch, thinking of Rosalyn. It was difficult not to think of
her.
I closed my eyes, and brought up visions of her mouth, sucking my cock, and
then of her ass bent over, my dick sliding into her wet cunt and she moaned
and
groaned in the thrill of it. It was, of course, just a fantasy.
I lay there and fell asleep, my hand at my crotch. I had a truly disturbing
nightmare, and I awoke, shouting. I had no idea what I had been shouting. I
turned over and went back to sleep, once again laying on my back, my hand at
my
crotch. My cock was stiff as a steel rod, and I lay on it, with it poking
up,
the head of it sliding precum onto my navel.
I awoke again, I presume, right after that. There was movement in my bed. I
felt a hand reached out and pull my hand away from my crotch. The hand was
warm
and smooth, and I just lay there, feeling the soft touch of the hand as it
reached over and gripped my cock at the base, right next to my balls. The
hand
moved slowly up, gently pulling on my cock, pulling the foreskin over the
head,
then back down again. I lay there, mesmerized, wondering what the hell kind
of
dream this was, and not wanting to wake up.
The hand left my cock, leaving the spot where it had been touching me
feeling
cold and alone. I wanted the hand right back where it was.
It was Rosalyn, illuminated by the faint glow of the street lights coming in
through the window. She was wearing a white nightie, and looked like an
angel
in a diaphanous gown. The light shone through her gown, making her seem
almost
like a ghost, almost, as if, this really were a dream, and she was
insubstantial, not real.
Then, the form moved, leaning toward me, and got on the bed with me. I cold
feel her hand move down to my cock again, and then, her head rested on my
chest, moving slowly down. I could feel her breath on my stomach, and then
on
my throbbing dick as it lay across my navel. Gently, her lips touched it,
and
her tongue flicked out once, maybe twice, and licked the very tip of it. Her
hand moved to my balls, cupping them and massaging them as she ran her
fingers
through my pubic hair with her other hand.
Her mouth opened, and she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Moving
her
head farther down on my belly, she sucked more of it in, until I could feel
her
lips at the base of my cock. She sucked slowly, gently, running her tongue
around and all over every part of my throbbing meat.
She pulled away slowly gently, and released my aching cock.
She grabbed it and flicked her tongue out at it, giving it a couple of final
licks. She moved, positioning herself above me, lifting her nightie all the
way
off her and tossing it on the floor. I could feel her wet pussy lying on my
dick, and then she lifted herself up a little. She reached around and
grabbed
my dick again, this time holding it in position while she lowered herself on
it.
It entered her wet pussy, sliding into the hot, tight hole slowly,
carefully.
She moaned softly as she continued to lower herself, till she was finally
sitting on me all the way, her ass pressing against my balls. She rested
there
for a few moments, a little sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips.
She lifted herself up, and then let herself down on my cock again, this time
faster. Again and again, faster and faster she went, till she was riding me,
moving up and down on me like a champ.
I could feel my balls tightening in her grip, and I was going to cum. I
began
to shake, my body filled with spasms as I creamed inside her. It spurted out
of
my cock like a faucet, not in jerks, but in one almost continuous stream.
Then,
it jerked and jerked, and the cum ran out of her pussy.
I could feel it on my cock and balls, and she suddenly jerked, and a little
moan escaped her lips. She came, never saying a word.
She pulled off me and rolled over on the bed. She lay beside me, in the
crook
of my arm. Reaching down, she pulled the covers over us, and lay there and
fell
asleep. I was worried about my parents finding us together in the morning,
but
in the morning, that side of the bed was empty. She didn't say a word about
the
interlude all day, and for a few moments, I actually thought it was a dream.
Then, toward bedtime, she asked, "Tommy, should I just go to bed with you,
or
wait for you to call me?"
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