I couldn't get the image of Chantelle out of my head, when, a few minutes earlier, she'd asked me to come into her room and see which outfit was bette... for school tomorrow. I'd waited while she changed and, for the first time in a few years, I'd actually seen her tits - her real, proper, womanly tits that bounced every so softly from her perfect figure. As my mind wandered I imagined my erect cock between them, tit-fucking her senseless. When I rolled over to a more comfortable position I woke. Until this night, she had never fucked a man on the first date – never. During their meal, Juliette knew that she was going to break that rule. The more that they fucked, the surer she was that this night was their destiny. Juliette called the shots for a while with nary a word of complaint from her lover. Travis wanted to make sure she got the kind of fucking a hot, redheaded bitch deserved — wild and unrestrained. When he fucked her from behind, he tugged at her hair and was a bit rough. It. Hard as a rock, I sat back up and just sat there, with my dick out like a teenager in heat. I started kissing her tits again, stroking the inside of her legs. I wanted to hug her an grabbed her back and sat her on top of me. She positioned herself so that her cunt lips were touching my dick and started rocking back and forth, here lips over my dick, slick as hell, real slow. She kissed me, tasting her own juices and looked at me “that is nice, this is so sexy” all the while rocking on top of my. I felt it. This moment of stillness before the energy of the universe washed across me. The transition between day and night left me quaking. And that powerful moment transformed me. My clit drank it in, siphoning off the energy, taking a small sip, and used it to sprout forward.I shuddered, glancing down at the front of my loose skirt. My swelling futa-dick thrust out straight before me, tenting the fabric. My swelling tip ached and throbbed against the material. I groaned, my cock swaying.