Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. The first time I copped a feel from a classmate she had on a cotton dress. She wanted to cum now, more than she had ever desired anything in her life. Gently she began to wash my breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention and the tips tingled. She ignored them. This seemed to excite her, and with wide eyes, she lowered her wet young lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She was a girl of saturnine beauty, sharp-nosed, with delicate bones that he dreamt of breaking. Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. Pinning her hair up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn't get it wet this time. |