My First Date With My Goddess
Copyright© 2023 by KentFellow
Short Story 1: You My Goddess, Showers with Me
Erotica Sex Story: Short Story 1: You My Goddess, Showers with Me - The first story of a series that travels the ever evolving shades of attraction and desire and story by story create an unbreakable bond.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
I had to go for a shower, I had to wash away the tempting thoughts my Goddess had imprisoned in my brain all evening...
I was almost tempted to invite you in with me, but I needed to remain strong, I wasn’t sure the time felt right., As I stepped into the shower I was certain I could hear my goddess by the door, I looked but nothing seemed suspicious, the water from the shower was pounding off my body, I was doing my best to not think of you, I even turned the water cold to get my dick limp. I did not want to be tempted to wank. I still wasn’t sure if the evening had any surprises ... but I couldn’t help myself, my hard cock was a sign. I gripped it and then I heard a click ... the door!
I instinctively did my best to cover up ... but suddenly there you were. I asked “Is everything okay?”
You don’t look me in the eyes, your eyes are fixed to my hard cock ... it was almost hypnotic. You walk towards me and I feel a jolt as you push me to the wall, and start stroking my cock. When you feel I am acceptably hard enough for you, I watch as you put your hands behind your back, and give me head as the water bounces off of us.
I pull you up off your knees, and push your body towards the glass wall of the shower. Your tits are pushed flat against the glass as I start fucking you in the pussy. I pull your head back by your hair, and whisper in your ear, “Do you feel you deserve to cum today?” You nod, we climb out the shower and I pull you by the hair to the cold bathroom floor.
You fall, spreading yourself across the floor, as I start to lick your pussy. When I could feel you on the verge of going off, I back away, grinning. I stick my middle finger, slick with your juice, and begin working it. In. Out. In. Add a second finger. In. Out. In. Out. Add a third finger. In. Out. In. Spit on the fingers. In. Out. In. Out. The effect is immediate ... your moans sound like something of a wild animal. I feel you tighten around my fingers as you cum violently, strong muscular contractions gripping my hand as if to claim it. Your left-hand assumes a vice-tight grip on my dick, as you orgasm.
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