A Sky Colored Cock

Meanwhile, the moment she stepped out of the ladies room, the model was greeted by several of the students who had just been drawing her in class. Before she could race back into the studio to grab her robe and cover up, they virtually herded her into an empty room two doors down from theirs. Guys and young women, probably five of View attachment 2271277them, all wanted to release the urges she herself herself had just quelled.
 
Hello everyone!
Llehlla is painfully aware that she has left you on the brink of ecstatic release! Gotten you almost there with a story or two and then cruelly abandoned you. Llehlla attributes this not to mean-spiritedness, but to her “virgin” status on Literotica. Yes, she listed herself as “Human” on her profile, but that was just her being contrary and/or silly that particular day. In truth, she is not much more than a virgin to websites as a whole, and a pure maiden among websites. of this nature! Thank you so much for your continuing patience as she darts in and darts out, starts playing with one toy and then grabs another….
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What was she doing?
“Why are you torturing me like this? Please! Just a couple of strokes and I’m there! I want to come on your breasts so badly.”
“Nope, you need to come inside. I’m dripping and need you to mix your cream with mine. You can come on my breasts next time.”
She tried to grab his twitching cock and guide him in, but her hands were so slippery from her recent self-fingering that he popped out of her grasp. His moan…,she opened her legs wide apart and just squatted herself right down in him like a too-tight but well oiled glove. God he was almost too big but he went all the way in thanks to her thick, copious juice. A groan. She lifted herself off part way so he could see how they looked. He took in the sight of his milky cock….”It looks like you’ve already had a guy cum in you minutes ago! And I’m covered in it!”
“Nope. You know where I’ve been. Right here.”
Two, three, four thrusting pumps and he was done.
What an incredible spill.
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Hello friends!
A quick note to let you know Llehlla has a new story published in Erotic Couplings called, “The Gratitude Bower.” Next time she’ll think to add the upcoming question to the end of her story, for now though, she asks you…

-What did you think of this story ( and/or her others, if you’ve read them)?
-What did you like/dislike?
-Was there anything that you found annoying/distracting?
-Was there anything that really DID IT for you?
-Does this story seem like the same-old same-old, or is there anything unique that captures your interest?
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Thank you for any replies. If you would post answers to the above, or any comments you have in the story comment section Llehlla would be most grateful!
 
Llehlla wonders….
When you fantasize about someone who attracts you but is unable to be in your life, what do you think about? When you want them but can’t have them, do you imagine what it would be like to have a physical encounter with them? If you know something about them personally and hold them in high esteem does this deter you from wondering what they look like naked? If you have them on a pedestal in your mind, if they represent some kind of ideal, does a screen come down that prevents you from trying to visualize what you imagine is under the pants, the skirt, the blouse, the shirt?

Llehlla wonders…
Can you respect them immensely, take the few things you’ve noticed while in their company or seen in photos of them,
and still want to fill in the unknowns? If you can, do you imagine every sensory detail down to the tiniest hair? Do you have a pretty good idea of what she would look like if you undid her blouse? Do you feel the hooks or clasp as you reach behind her to take off her bra? Do you know the exact color of her areolas, the shape of her nipples?

Llehlla wonders this:
Do you know what his ear feels like? Do you know his scent? Do you know precisely how his zipper will travel over precisely what terrain as you free the bulge pushing from underneath? Have you considered the sound he might make when you finally get to press your swollen parts together? And your own sounds?

Llehlla just wonders:
If it happened that you were able to be with each other in real life, and compare that fantasy person you have so wholly created in your mind, do you think there would be any surprises at the reveal? What if the one in your mind who so deeply satisfied your urges turned out to be nothing like the naked truth in front of you?
What if the soft, full, round breasts with the mouth-filling nipples you were convinced she had turned out to be just the opposite? What if the shapely, tiny feet you knew carried her so lightly through her days were not? Would you be disappointed if he didn’t grow as thick as he did when he was making you stretch to 11 in your fantasy encounters? If the real one didn’t find any pleasure using words to arouse?

Is fantasy better than reality?

Any thoughts?
Llehlla wonders…
 
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“And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.”

-Edna St. Vincent Millay
 
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What about our poor model? The one who ran out of the studio, so ashamed that her day dream had brought her right to the edge in front of the students and teacher? Remember the model who ran to the ladies room to finger herself frantically to orgasm? She was being joined by some eager students when she stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and unmistakably flushed.
 
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She had hoped to return to the studio so she could put on her robe before, she assumed, being told by the teacher she could go on home. What an unprofessional display! She had made a fool of herself. She wanted to slink home and hide.
The students whose bodies had reacted to her own body’s unintended invitation weren’t about to let her go home. One of the young women put her arm around the blushing model’s shoulders and said, “Oh please don’t feel bad about what happened! No one thinks you did anything wrong! It could happen to anyone standing there naked!”
“Well,” the model replied sheepishly,” I haven’t ever been carried away by a fantasy like that. It just shouldn’t have happened. What did the instructor say? Is he done with me?”
“No, I didn’t get that impression,” the kind student assured her. I think he went off with one of the guys. He hasn’t come back.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
By this time they found an empty studio and went in. One of the guys closed the door behind them.
 
As soon as the door was closed the students started tearing off their clothes. The women were all arms and legs as they pulled off jeans, smocks, T-shirts, and yanked down panties and bras. You_Doodle_2023-09-19T20_43_21Z.jpeg
 
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What about our poor model? The one who ran out of the studio, so ashamed that her day dream had brought her right to the edge in front of the students and teacher? Remember the model who ran to the ladies room to finger herself frantically to orgasm? She was being joined by some eager students when she stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and unmistakably flushed.
I like , no love what you did. Would you consider cropping it just under the chin ?
 
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