Sisterhood of the Travelling Snatch

Using his strong fingers to grope me, he was attentive and teasing at the same time. Teasing me, his fingers pinched my nipple tight, but just shy of painfully. Pressing his hips to my thigh, I felt his cock grow large along my leg, but he held his body above me, showing his core strength as he hovered.

The smell of his beard was powerful and intimate in my nose, the subtle fragrance coaxing me to relax. It felt blissful, laying prone letting Callum fondle my breasts and kiss me deeply. I had lain in that bed thousands of times and dreamed of a man doing this, but had never dared before.

This was exactly why we played the Game.

Callum kissed my lips, my cheeks, my neck and licked and suckled my ears. Everything he did was deliberate, gentle and yet the sexual tension was almost aggressive. I ached for him more than any man I had ever dreamed of.

The restraint, the will power he was showing drove me crazy. I wanted it fast and hard, but loved his patience, his apparent joy in taking his time. Unfortunately there was a house full of people expecting to see me before long.

Reluctantly, I shifted out from under him, and pulled my vest off and then with much more enthusiasm my shirt. I flopped back on the bed, jittery and nervous now that my breasts were bared for him.

My breasts are small, but really perky, round and full for A cups. I love my breasts, and have gotten a great deal of pleasure out of showing them to whomever I can. Somehow this was different. With the boys I'd fucked I knew they were just happy to see boobs, but this was a mature man, who had been around.

My insecurity vanished as he gazed at my tits and smiled, then whispered "Beautiful." To himself.

When he lowered his mouth over my right nipple I felt the heat of his tongue caress my hardened flesh and it was delicious. My entire focus became that nipple as I seemed to lift out of my body. The inner stillness he commanded held me immobile beneath him. I was calm and wound as tight as a spring at the same time.

As he explored my nipple with his soft tongue, he kneaded my other breast with his hand, getting me very hot. Then as soon as I wanted him to lick my other nipple, something I did must have signaled him because he switched to the other nipple right away.

I could tell he was a better lover than any I'd had before. No guy had given my breasts so much attention. They seemed to pass them over on the way to the pussy. But I could tell Callum was settling in for an extended visit.

I spread my legs wide around him as he devoured my breasts. Wriggling around, I positioned my pussy under his thigh so I could hump his leg while he drove me crazy switching from nipple to nipple until I thought I'd scream.

My chest was glowing warm. I felt free and defiantly exposed in a way I never had in my own room before. There was a sharp, illicit edge to my lust that I'd not felt before. This was a place I was naked, not exhibited.

I was keenly aware of my family in the house, only an unlocked door between my father and his best friend ravishing his eldest daughter. I felt like a pervert, but that thought was a powerful incitement to my hunger to be filthier.

I wanted to do sordid things, be totally uninhibited with Callum. I felt sure he wouldn't mind, if he was willing to come this far already. The thing was, he was being very loving and passionate with me. Don't get me wrong it felt great; actually he was listening to my body perfectly. But it didn't seem raunchy enough.

Then he moved his mouth lower, down across my stomach. I flexed, self-consciously, his gentle pressure, and the brush of his beard on my skin almost ticklish. He swept his chin around, caressing me with his hairs, using them the way I had used my own long hair on lovers as I sucked their cocks, as an added pleasure.

I couldn't keep my hips still; I was squirming like I was in heat as he drew closer to the waistband on my jeans. His mouth was a total delight wherever he moved, and it was clear that soon his nimble tongue was going to be on my clit, and I was burning to get my clothes off.

When Cullum's guitarist fingers began to undo my jeans I felt faint with hunger to be bare before him. I have a thing about being naked; it terrifies me and excites me.

I'm happy with my body. I probably don't eat as much as a should for the amount I run around. I don't have a regimen for working out; I just play sports and get out. I ride my bike everywhere. I keep it fun; I'm just not hungry that often at night.

Anyway, sorry, this is what I mean! I'm super proud of how toned and cute I think I am, but admitting that is really hard. I feel I have to justify being petite, like, I want to scream 'I'm not anorexic, I'm just little. I have muscle, you can't get that if you don't eat.'

So there's that.

And also, I get really, really horny when I'm naked with another person. Even in the locker room with women I get turned on. I've never been with a woman, but never say never. Being naked, assuming that people are looking at me, desiring me, makes me get wet.

Having this particular person seeing me naked, in this particular circumstance had me panting with a lewd mania to be witnessed. I was watching everything he did to me, filming it with my eyes, trying to memorize every lurid detail.

Lifting my hips, engaging my abs and flattening my stomach, I gave him permission to pull my jeans off. His longish, brown hair fell over his face, mingling with his greying beard. All I could see as he stripped me was a mass of hair, it could have been anyone.

I loved how his shoulders and arms looked as they flexed under his tight shirt while tugging my pants and panties down over my legs. When my pants were off he held my legs up by his face and I saw his eyes behind his hair take in my smooth lean legs.

Then Callum took hold of my ankles and spread my legs wide apart, as far as his arms would go. I was spread open before him, my glistening pink slit bald and open for him. My vulva and labia are very pale pink, as are my nipples.

I was quivering, holding my legs wide for him, my body aching to be touched. Feeling more naked than I ever had before, I pulled open my pussy lips with the fingers of both hands, and relaxing my inner muscles I opened for him, letting him see as far into me as possible.

I could hardly breathe, the Moment was powerfully charged with sexual tension, my body revealed, ready, vulnerable and eager, while he still wore every scrap of clothing he had come in with. The imbalance was delicious.

Then, after a look at my eyes, checking in, once I nodded my consent, at long last Callum lowered his face to my throbbing juncture. The second his warm mouth glanced across my searing hot flesh I jumped from the tension.

Releasing my pussy to him, I bent my knees and pulled my legs up with my hands. I was still lewdly displayed for him, but in a position I could hold for longer. As he began to lap at my nether lips I juddered and shook as pleasure made me quiver.

The tingling slid of his tongue and lips over my sex had me whimpering and vibrating with delight. It was such a sharp tantalizing feeling having a person's mouth on my genitals, I never get enough of how satisfyingly dirty I think oral sex is.

As my father's best friend sucked and licked my pussy, I thought about how old he was and how perverted I was being, and I began to feel an orgasm building deep in my core. I was a good girl, who lived with her parents, but I liked being a filthy little slut in my own home. I was tainting my childhood bed, and it was the most erotic event of my life.

I curled my fingers in his hair and slid my feet up and down his strong back while his mouth tormented me with bliss. Undulating my spine, I squirmed as I fucked his face wantonly. I shamelessly humped his swirling tongue, taking delight in using his face to make myself cum.

When my climax began, I started to laugh, overwhelmed by what a pervert I was being. It seemed so depraved to be doing this, and that was exactly what made it so exquisite, of course. I could hear my whole family right outside and I laughed and gasped as a man I'd known my entire life had me squirming in orgasmic delight.

Incredible.

Before too long my clit got too sensitive to take his attention anymore and I pushed him away, panting as I tried to catch my breath. I had this series of tiny, uncontrollable tremors as my body fought to stop the pleasure still radiating from my hyper-sensitive clit.

"I've never cum like that before. Holy shit you are good."

He grinned through his damp beard, and even though it was gross, I pulled his face to mine and began to kiss him, tasting myself on his mouth, my nose filled with my own musk soaking his beard. The wet press of it on my chin didn't revolt me, but made me even more grateful to him, and even more aroused.

I needed to taste him now.

I frantically pulled his clothes off, not patient like he had been, but desperate to make him feel as amazingly as I did. A competitive streak in me needed to make him lose control as much as I had.

I took off the tight, long-underwear style shirt he wore, pulling it over his head, revealing his torso. I was thrilled by his body. His muscles were well defined and toned, but he was neither bulky or chiseled. His muscle simply looked like he'd spent a lifetime exercising, and taking care of himself, not just in the gym.

Reaching out I scratched my short fingernails through his ample chest hair. He was hairy, but not the kind of hair that hid his skin, it was not dense, just widely dispersed. He even had a little hair on his shoulders.

I loved the stuff on his chest, it was soft, and silky, and everywhere. I snuggled up close to him, wrapping my legs around his hips as he knelt beside the bed. Indulging in touching his body, I ran my hands all over his muscles, enjoying what I realized was, objectively, the best male body I'd touched in my life.

That was a shock. I'd fucked a couple college athletes before. One was a sprinter so he had no bulk what-so-ever just amazingly toned muscles, but I'd also fucked a football player who was all mass. I didn't like him in bed. His technique sucked, but also he was just too big and clumsy for me.

Every other guy I'd been with had been a mix of soft in one spot, or too bulked up in another spot. Callum was the best mix of lean and strong. His body was like what I always pictured a soldier's being like.

As I contemplated him, Callum continued kneeling beside the bed letting me enjoy his body. I sensed he was pleased, but not surprised by my reaction. I looked in his eyes and saw no smugness, just gleeful indulgence. Clearly he wanted women to enjoy his body, so I did.

I kissed his arms and shoulders while I massaged his lats, and ran my fingernails through the hair on his abs. My body was tingling wherever I wasn't pressed against him, jealous for attention. I pressed my tits to his chest, sighing as his warmth seeped into me.

While I pressed myself to him, and squirmed around, rubbing myself against him, his hands reached up and, lightly, Callum traced his fingers across my back, tormenting me with feather light caresses.

As wonderful as it felt, I needed more, so I slid forward forcing him to make room, and I stood up before him. With a hand behind his head I urged him to stand up too. When he was upright I knelt in front of him, slowly, looking him in the eye.

We both grinned at each other, knowing what the other wanted. Unlike most of my lovers, eager and desperate for my mouth on them, Callum twinkled with his eyes, confident that I wanted him at least as much as he wanted my mouth. His stillness encouraging me to try and drive him crazy and break his calm

Undoing his belt I tried to go slow and tease him, but my hands were shaking, my need was so intense. Suddenly I needed to know what his cock looked and felt and tasted like. As I pulled down his zipper I silently prayed it was as beautiful as the rest of him. His cock-sure attitude telegraphed the message I would not be disappointed.

I pulled down his pants, momentarily revealing bright-green y-fronts that seemed entirely ironic and sexy. But they were soon bunched around his thighs with his jeans, revealing his member.

Of course I saw everything at once, but for the purposes of having to choose in what order to describe things I'm going to work my way out from his body.

His pubic hair was cut short, but not shaved. It was the same light brown of his head, but there were other colors, red, black, blonde and gray. The smell that washed over me was spicy and sexy, the same smell from his beard, but with the added musk of having been in his pants for however long. It was wonderful and I breathed in deeply, aroused even more.

His balls were big, his scrotum full and tight to his body. There wasn't much hair on them, but what was there was the same length as his pubes, so probably trimmed. The skin was pink and mobile, the wrinkles not deep. They looked perfect for sucking to me.

The cock itself was lovely. I mean aesthetically, it was beautiful. The hard shaft was long and thick, the veins visible beneath the soft, smooth skin, with a few prominent ones twisting along the strong shaft.

Callum's knob was slightly larger than the shaft was around, and although pink, it had shades of purple underneath the skin. The spongy tip was exposed, no foreskin left, the scalloped edge of his helmet looked soft and smooth.

I suppose the size matters but I'm terrible at measurements. I noticed later, while I was pressing him up against his own belly as I licked his glans, that the tip of his cock was just below his belly button, which is a long way. The girth was bigger than my wrist, but I'm small. At its widest it was around the thickness of my forearm, so I was a little intimidated about getting it in my pussy, but it wasn't gigantic.

I was very pleased, at any rate. The moment it was out, I began to stroke him and suck the tip. Callum moaned as I began to run my tongue around his knob and slurp it with my lips. It was warmer than my mouth at first, and the skin so much smoother than everywhere else on him.

As my saliva got him wet, he became slippery in my mouth. I loved sliding the ridges of his knob under my lips and tongue. Just to please myself, I ran my mouth back and forth over just his knob for a few moments, thrilled by the bulges and grooves.

Then the physical aspect of this act became infused with the mental. I began to finger my clit as I thought about what I was doing. I'd never sucked a cock in my own home before. That allowed me a greater sense of ownership of this blow-job. I was pleasing myself not him. His pleasure was a by-product of my actions.

A gale of laughter from the party washed over my senses, my Mom and Dad's laughter clear in the tumult. Shivered with lust, I allowed myself to feel like a naughty little girl, sneaking off to her room to be bad.

Moving on my knees, I took Callum's cock deeper in my mouth and pivoted us so I could see myself in my full-length mirror. When I had the angle right, I grinned around the prick in my face.

There I was my, body bare, my fingers delving into my pussy, while I knelt on the carpet, my mouth stretched around a big, juicy cock. Seeing the familiar sites of my room all around me, I masturbated to the image of me blowing my Dad's best friend.

I was getting close to cumming, but I wanted Callum to be the one overwhelmed with lust. I reluctantly pulled my fingers from my tingling button and used both hands to massage Callum's sex. With one hand on his balls, and one stroking his shaft, I worked as much of him with my mouth as I could.

Putting on a show for myself, never having seen myself be a porn star before, I gobbled his knob, wetly sucking him with as much skill as I had mustered in the last few years. The Sisterhood had all shared every secret we could on the art of lovemaking, and so I hoped that I had at least the skill of a woman with four times as much experience.

Callum was gasping and moving his hips rhythmically so I was pretty sure he was enjoying himself. For the next few moments, never taking my eyes off that mirror I fucked Callum's gorgeous cock with my face.

I lapped his balls and suckled them. I ran his knob around my lips and over my cheek. I sucked along the length of him from every angle I could reach, coating him in spit and making sure not an inch was left unexplored.

The longer I sucked, the harder he got, his cock growing thicker and longer, until it was straining and throbbing in my grip. There came a point where I wasn't sure if I wanted him to cum in my mouth yet, or fuck me first.

Callum made the choice for me by pulling away when he was getting too close.

"That feels amazing, but, would you like to fuck?" he asked.

"I was thinking the same thing."

Scrambling up onto the bed I lay sprawled out, my legs wide, my soaking pussy screaming to be filled. I hoped I looked sexy, but I was beyond doing anything but offer myself and reach for him as he drew near.

While Callum settled into position above me, I watched his body move and once more felt a thrill at how fit he was as his muscles moved beneath his skin. Quivering in anticipation, I held myself still as he positioned his knob at my opening. We both gazed down to our sexes, rapt at the sight of the other so close.

Rather than enter me immediately Callum lay his shaft between my lips and began to run his himself along my slit. It felt amazing as my lips were parted and his cock slipped across my clit. Up and down he pressed his shaft along my vulva, and coated himself in my juices, teasing me, and pleasing me at the same time.

Then he pulled back, abruptly, and let his knob part my lips and settle just inside my opening. With his tip poised right at the verge of filling me he once more hesitated, but I was having none of it. I lifted my hips and hungrily accepted the first few inched of him inside my wetness.

I wish I could relive those first few moments of fucking again, but what made it so special was how unlikely it was to begin with. As he delved deeper inside me, Callum leaned down and we kissed greedily as our bodies joined.

I've yet to feel that level of completeness, fulfillment, and honest joy since. As my body accepted his invasion I clung to him, holding onto the only person who existed at that moment. Our mouths danced in perfect rhythm, his tongue everywhere I wanted it as I was filled perfectly by his marvelous cock.

I don't think what I felt was an orgasm, but I flushed and shook and mewled as he stroked in and out a few times. The warmth of his body, the tickle of his beard, the smell of sex and passion had me vibrating on a whole other wavelength. I felt utter bliss.

For an aching, delirious few moments we clung to each other and kissed while he eased himself gently in and out of my soaking grip. I explored his strong back with my hands, urging him to drive deeply into me with my silent caresses.

Then we both heard my Dad walk past us on the way to the bathroom. He called down to the party, standing right outside my door. We froze while he had a conversation with someone below, his best friend wedged balls deep inside his daughter.

That is when my climax started.

I was ashamed even then, but as I write this down, it's worse.

I don't want to think about why the sound of my father's deep voice making some dumb joke I didn't even register triggered an explosion of lust, but it did. Callum was frozen, probably terrified, but I was so full of him that he didn't need to move. As my orgasm started, coming from deep inside, I reached down one hand and began to rub my clit making myself cum harder.