Bisexual Firsttime Teenager
She was a twenty-one year old girl from the Senate, a tall, leggy
long-haired blonde in a draping sky-blue dress. I’d gone to DC with
Cats and we hooked up with a friend of mine, a House legislative
assistant freak who feeds on the young and beautiful power-hungry
women that infest capital city. He’d brought the girl along to meet
us, teasing her with tales of our notorious decadence. We had two
drinks and they led us up to the hotel room.
She burned with nervous excitement, at first barely able to move.
Keeping my distance, I stared hungrily, dying of curiousity to feast
my eyes upon her secret, watching the slow and determined revelation
of her unpantied cunt. Cats pushed down the blue dress to expose a
perfect breast, youthful cream flesh, unstrained by the pull of time.
Once Cats began to lick her pussy, the pretty LA began to smile at me.
The only thing that diluted her impeccable beauty was a slouch in her
stance, trying to disguise her height in a way that only diminished
her. Lying on the bed, in various sexual poses, she seemed every-inch
proud. Her face shone radiantly as she looked up at me, catching my
gaze with a happy, wanton glow, emphasizing the simple beauty of her
features before the rush of emotion made her look suddenly away. She
grasped my hand and held it as she shuddered.
Later, I suckled her soft boob, kissing my way down her slight belly
to nuzzle my lips against her shaved pudendum. After a few flicks of
my all-too-experienced tongue, I suspected that this girl had rarely
if ever been licked to an orgasm. I began playing my harmonic rhythms
along the tiny pink lips, dipping into the barely gaping hole,
taunting the tense young clit. Her cute asshole tempted me, but I
kept my finger away. Cats pulled my cock into the Washington Doll’s
mouth, where it sank to the root and back again. I broadened my
tongue and made the girl convulsive, the simple overpowering orgasm of
a woman unused to getting head. “I didn’t know people did things like
this,” she said.
I lay naked on the bed as I watched her drape the loose dress, the
thin fabric catching for a moment above the sweet orbs of her bare
bottom. I kissed Cats, anxious to continue our loveplay privately.
“Nice to meet you,” the Senate girl said sweetly in leaving, just two
wild hours after we’d met.
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