"I am not thinking with my glands," you insist, knowing that it's not entirely true.
"Of course you are," says. "You can't help it, you're male."
"Been taking a few too many classes with Miss Stoller?" you ask pointedly.
"Hey, I may have been attending a girls-only school for the past five years, but I do know a thing or two about how men think," she insists. "Can you sit there and honestly tell me that the fact that she wants to have wild, wet, passionate sex with you has nothing to do with your decision process?" sits down on the bed next to you, and whispers in your ear. "Don't you want to hold those nice, firm tits, and feel her hot lips on your cock, and fuck her hard while she begs you for more, and more..."
"All right, you've made your point!" you say, scooting away slightly and adjusting your pants to allow for more room. "But horny or not, I'm still capable of making decisions on my own."
"Still, we can't have you making them while you're so distracted," says, and takes her shirt off.
You do an honest-to-goodness double take.
"Let's get it all out of your system, ," says as she runs her hands up her own waist to cup her tits inside a white lacy bra. "We'll show Phoebe she can't manipulate you like that."
"Is that what this is all about?" you ask. "Getting the best of Phoebe?"
"Does it matter?" asks as she slips her bra off her shoulders and reveals a pair of firm and round breasts, creamy white with tiny pink tips. Then she reaches over to remove your shirt, spreading her legs over your lap and facing you with smouldering eyes. "You know, girls get horny too," she whispers. "I've been fucking my vibrator for too long. I want a real man inside me."
Her tits press into your bare chest as she leans in for the kiss, and a moment later her tongue is in your mouth, twirling and reaching deeply as she satisfies cravings that have been bottled up for who knows how long. The way she kisses makes you wonder briefly whether she's been practicing with other girls, and your cock grows that much harder with the thought.
feels the twitching underneath her, and stands up for a moment. "I'll show you mine," she whispers, unbuttoning her skirt and letting it drop. Then she slips her white cotton panties down her legs, revealing a light-brown fuzz over pink lips that have never felt a real cock between them.
You waste no time in stripping down to match.
's eyes drop to your veined member and widen with surprise. "It's... big," she whispers, cheeks flushing. "I didn't know they were that big. Um... I don't know if I can get that inside me, my vibrator's a lot smaller."
"Don't worry," you assure her. "I'll be gentle."
"Will you warm me up first?" she asks. "It'll be easier if I'm really wet, I think." |