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PRACTICE MAKES - Roni #3

As a good citizen in support of the local high school band program, I went to see an early season performance.  I also knew that Roni would be there, performing.  Roni¹s mom came over and asked a favor.  After the performance, Roni would need a ride home.  She was obliged to pick up her husband who was not in attendance.  I readily agreed, as this would put me alone with Roni one more time, without the likelihood of interruption.  The band played great and we all had some goodies at the snack table.  I hoped to get some added goodies from Roni as well.  

Roni found me and we left the school for the short ride back to her house.  She was wearing a band t-shirt that was at least one size too big and blue jeans.  I parked the car in front and went in, following Roni¹s swaying ass.  She sure knew how to get and keep a guy¹s interest.  I wondered how many of her classmates lusted after.  

Inside, Roni pulled off her jeans and threw them in a nearby laundry hamper.  The t-shirt was like a dress, covering all the good parts.  Not even the mounds of her substantial breasts were clearly visible.  I sat on a kitchen chair and waited for Roni¹s next move.  It came immediately.  

³The band director says I need more practice.  What do you think?²  

I told Roni that I agreed.  Her performance had been good but could be better.  Roni came over and straddled my lap facing me.  

³Then let¹s practice,² she said.  

We started kissing and parrying our tongues against one anothers.  My hands started at her knees and moved up to her breasts.  Roni had gone braless to the event and I massaged them and stroked them, making sure her nipples got proper attention.  Meanwhile, Roni had unzipped my pants and tried to pull my manhood from my jockey shorts.  When she got up, I partially stood so she could get my pants down to my knees.  I took her panties down at the same time.  We didn¹t wait for a second.  Roni moved back high onto my lap and took my hard-on in hand, guiding it to her moist pussy.  In an instant, she was bouncing up and down energetically on my penis, as I groped her all over.  I took her hips and tried to gain a rhythm but she was uncontrollable.  

I couldn¹t maintain this hard-on forever.  I suggested that we try a different position.  We uncoupled, stood up, and I laid Roni face down on the kitchen table, legs apart.  I came up from behind and reinserted myself.  I reached around and held her tits in my hands as I fucked her doggy style.  I quickly established a rhythm and Roni got into it by squeezing her young cunt muscles at each thrust.  

In time I was ready to blow.  I pulled out and lifted Roni off the table to face me.  I thrust my throbbing hard-on into her mouth and directed her to suck it.  As she reached up to findle my balls, I shot my load.  Some cum dripped out the corner of her mouth but she got most of it.  She figured out I wanted her to swallow so she did, making a face.  As a reward, I put her on the table in a sitting position with legs spread.  I knelt down and put my mouth on her pussy, using my tongue to bring her to another orgasm.  She laid back, sexually wasted.  I pulled up my underware and pants.  

³Good practice, and practice makes perfect,² I said and headed out the door just as Roni¹s folks arrived.

An Original H M Tale
