1. Tease of a Lifetime


    Date: 8/6/2018, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Domination / Submission, Teen, Teen, First Time, Author: anthony.kilaris, Source: sexstories.com

    Here it comes, Joe, the moment you dreamed about as a teenager. My heart was fluttering as if it was a bird dashing around my chest, determined to escape through my ribs. My pants felt two sizes too small. I had gotten hard in anticipation in the time I took walking from your front door to your room. Thank goodness I had worn my trenchcoat. It covered my member perfectly, and I went by your parents undetected. I felt nervous, but there was no going back. I was not going to let myself choke up now after coming all this way. I opened up the door, and there you were, laying in the bed in a blue button down shirt and black yoga pants.Hot damn, you’re every bit as hot in person, I thought as I gulped. I waved, and mustered out an awkward “Hi.” You were comparatively cool, calm, and collected, and invited me to lay down with you. At this point, I tried to strike up some sort of conversation, just anything to slow the heartbeat in my chest. I could hear it as if it was a bass drum at a rock concert. “So, how was your-” You then put your finger on my lips. “You can’t fool me, Joe, we both know what you’re here for.” Then you whispered, “It’s hard to ignore this.” You proceeded to grab my dick through my pants. It felt as if an electric jolt ran through it, and I let out a little gasp. Then you started making out with me. Our tongues danced together as our hands wandered. I thought I was horny before, but at this point I felt animalistic. The testosterone merged with the adrenaline, ...
    and I knew I needed you bad. Then, right as I was about to take off my pants, you abruptly stopped everything, and in a teasing tone, told me “But not until my parents leave the house.” Argh, I thought. You really had me worked up. All those years of masturbation have left me with a low tolerance for not having instant gratification, but you were right. I know you’re not exactly the quietest girl on the planet, and if your moans didn’t give it away, then the creaking of the bed would. To pass the time, we watched a movie. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember what movie we watched. They say that when a man is turned on, all the blood leaves his brain and goes to his dick. I have to say, they were right. All I knew is that the minutes dragged on for what seemed like forever, and you took great pleasure in teasing me. If you weren’t brushing your hand near my dick as it ached to be let out of its denim prison, you were giving me sneak peaks. You loved pulling your shirt up just enough so that I could see your bra, but right as you were about to expose your tits, you would abruptly pull your shirt down.“Oh, no, no,” you would say, wagging your finger. It’s almost as if you wanted me to break down crying at the arousal. Just as I felt I couldn’t take it anymore, I heard your mom yell, “Alright, Liz! We’ll be back in a couple hours, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” and the front door open and close. I laid there for a minute, not sure what to do. Were you ...
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