Preface: This short story, I read an English erotic novel rewritten, many places are still along the original plot, plus some of their own Idea, I hope you will like!
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“My goddess, don’t go… don’t go… we haven’t…”
Paul awoke from his nap to find the sheets wet and sticky, “So it was a dream.” He couldn’t help but feel sorry for himself.
He was already twenty years old, but he still had no real sexual experience, and all his knowledge was learned from adult magazines and adult movies. When it came to dealing with girls, he really couldn’t do anything but play the piano.
“Right, going to the piano room now.” He remembered that his professor in the music department had told him that he would be practicing with a girl named Sherron today. He looked at the clock, 4:00 p.m. It was time to go.
When he reached the piano room, it seemed that his partner had not yet arrived, and on the spur of the moment he sat down at the piano and played; it was the best way for him to relieve his depression, and it was in playing that he was able to forget all his unhappiness. He was so absorbed in his playing that he did not notice that someone had entered the room.
“Excuse me, are you Paul?”
Her voice interrupted him, causing him, who usually made very few mistakes, to play a wrong chord, and she smiled a little embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry.”
His throat felt like it was choked, he could not say anything, how foolish, in front of such a beautiful woman he lost his temper like this.
“Oh yes, you’re Sherron?”
“That’s right.” She nodded her head vigorously, her long light-black hair falling over her shoulders like waves of ocean: “I’m so sorry to interrupt you, you play so well.”
“Thank… thank you.” Paul responded while sizing up the pretty girl who had been assigned to him by his professor to major in voice in the music department.
She seemed to be uncomfortable with him, her cheeks flushed like roses, and he finally managed to tear his eyes away from her face, but made an even worse mistake: his gaze lingered on her breasts. The notebook (what a lucky notebook!), which was held tightly against her chest with her arms wrapped around it, could not hide the tight sweater. It did nothing to hide the roundness and fullness of her breasts under the tight sweater.
“Um, so…” she tried to say something.
Paul struggled to take his eyes off her and said, “Oh, I’m sorry…” and then fell silent again.
Sharon sheepishly handed him the notebook: “These scores are for you to play while I sing.”
Paul took the notebook, looked at it a little, then looked up at her again: “So, which song do you want… want to sing first?”
“Uh…” she took back her notebook and flipped through the pages, “This is the one.”
“Um… let’s see… well, I think I should be able to play this one.”
He placed his laptop on the piano stand and nodded to her. Sherron stood at the piano with her hands on her stomach ready to begin. Her ample breasts and hands on her belly were like a small cave around which Paul really wanted to put his head, and it took him a great deal of effort to take his eyes off her again and onto the sheet music.
When Sharon began to sing, Paul felt a warmth come over him: her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her!
For the next hour they practiced two pieces, and being in such close proximity to Sherron, such a voluptuous beauty, reminded Paul of Christine in The Phantom of the Opera, whose round breasts were as powerful as her voice.
His fingers and her voice were tired, so they decided to call it a day. If Paul had been an energetic, do-it-yourself man, then he would have invited Sharon to a movie or dinner; however, for such a shy, piano-playing man, being able to walk a beautiful young girl back to her dormitory next to the Literature Department was more than enough to keep him excited for the rest of the day.
She stood on the promenade in front of her dormitory, smiling sweetly and waving goodnight to him before he reluctantly left.
Paul quickly returned to his apartment. He didn’t even change his clothes before he got into bed, and all he could think about was Sharon. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, how beautiful she was, how big her smile was, how her breasts were so full, so firm, so round…
“I can’t believe the professor assigned a Playboy cover girl to practice with me.” He thought as he flashed a smile. He reached under the bed and took out an adult magazine, looked at the picture of the gorgeous Pamela Anderson in the book, and then sighed: “I’m sorry, Pamela, but you’re being outclassed.”
Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night for the rest of the week, they practiced together, and he looked forward to those nights so much. Each time he tried to work up the courage to ask her out, but he could never get the words out, her beauty was like a powerful shield that a nerd like him couldn’t penetrate.
‘She can’t possibly like me.’ He always thought that.
One night in the middle of the night, Paul walked past the dormitory and saw Sharon on the promenade, Sharon smiled and waved at him: “Hello!” She wore a dress this evening, a conservative cut that wrapped her perfect curves skillfully, “It’s late.” Sharon said, “What are you doing here so late?”
“Oh, I’m visiting a friend.” Paul pointed to a house in the distance: “I was on my way home and then I saw you. What about you? Still out this late?”
“It’s a cool night and I couldn’t sleep, so I came here to sit and read and look at the stars in the sky.”
“What are you reading?” Paul was curious as to what book was laid out on the bench.
Sharon giggled as she covered the title of the cover with her hand, but it was too late.
“I see, so it’s one of those sappy novels? Do you like them a lot?”
Sharon looked at him shyly, as if admitting her hidden crime: “I… I like to fantasize about myself… you know…”
“Um, would you like to come in for a drink? I can make hot chocolate, um… my favorite drink!”
She stood up and her ample breasts bounced with her, holding Paul’s gaze.
“Yeah.”
Inside, he took a closer look at where she lived, very neat and tidy, not cluttered like the average college student’s room.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Mmm… hot chocolate sounds good to me when you say it.”
“Yes!” She said happily, “I’ll have a cup too then.” She went into the kitchen and took out a cup and started to work on it.
Paul sat on the couch in the living room watching his beautiful new friend busy in the kitchen. He was glad that she wasn’t directly facing him right now, so that he could boldly admire her gorgeous body and beautiful face without her looking at him. She hummed as she ran the hot water.
Quickly she brought out two cups of hot chocolate and she brought one to Paul before sitting next to him with her legs crossed. ‘If only the dress was a little shorter!’ Paul thought so.
At first they were discussing the practices, what to improve on, what new tunes to pick, but after a while they seemed to run out of things to say, they just sat there while sipping their hot chocolate “Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked out of the blue.
“Uh… no, not right now, I’ve had a few in the past, but they weren’t my type.”
“Why?” She looked at him gravely.
“Well… they’re all fine, except…”
“Only what?”
Now Paul was shy: “Well, I don’t know if I should say… I mean…”
“I’m your friend, you can tell me!!!”
“Uh… well… they’re very flat.”
“It’s flat?”
“Um… yes… flat… you know… flat chested.” He looked at his thighs to avoid seeing Sharon’s angry look. This friendship has been really wonderful… I can’t imagine it ending like this Shirin looked at him for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, “Is it hard to talk about?” She asked while laughing.
“Um… I’m not sure.” He replied, blushing.
“I thought I was shy myself! Turns out you’re more…” she leaned her body against the arm of the sofa, laughing uncontrollably while her breasts jiggled gently. Paul realized that he was looking again and immediately shifted his eyes to his lap.
“Paul,” Sherron paused: “look at me.”
He happily did as he was told. Beauty! She was truly unapologetically beautiful!
“We’re friends! Know what? You don’t have to be so scared to look at me.”
Paul’s face was red again and he really didn’t know where to look now!
“Paul, do you like looking at me like that?” She was looking at him very seriously now.
“Uh…” he returned, embarrassed.
“What did you say?” Sherron came over and put her finger on his cheek : “I can’t hear you.”
“I can’t stop looking at you because you’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He looked nervously at the floor.
After a while, he dared to look up at her, only to see her smiling at him: “Are you serious?”
He nodded vigorously, then looked nervously at the ground again. His emotions were quite mixed at the moment, happiness: how close he was to her now; fear: because there was no doubt he had angered her. ‘She’s going to kick me out the door.’
She was silent for a while.
Lustful thoughts suddenly popped into Paul’s head and he looked up at her again.
Sharon smiled and asked, “What are you thinking?”
“Um, I was wondering, I wonder if you have any clothes in your closet that you normally wouldn’t dare wear inside the campus?”
She closed her sexy lips, thought for a while, and said, “Yes? Why?”
“Wow, it’s okay, I was just thinking maybe you could wear those clothes for me.”
Sherron gave a surprised look, then smiled and stood up, turning to walk into her room as she exclaimed, “Be right back.”
“Is… is she really willing to do this?” Paul thought as Paul sat on the couch and waited, after a while his playing partner came out of the room and Paul barely fainted at the sight.
Sherron stood in front of him, wearing a tight, thin white shirt with a very low neckline and several buttons down the front of the shirt. The shirt was far too small for her, and her two rounded breast globes were squeezed together, tightly holding up the fabric of the shirt. Her protruding pair of breasts pushed the shirt upwards, causing her belly button to show. On her lower half she wore very short pink shorts, he had never seen her thighs before, they were so white and sexy.
“So? What do you think?” She asked innocently.
“Oh…” he responded while looking at her unabashedly and lustfully.
Sharon laughed, “Remember, because you’re my friend, I’m doing this for you!” After saying that, she put her hands behind her head and tilted her head back, lifting her breasts up high in front of Paul’s eyes.
Through the thin fabric, Paul could vaguely see the imprint of her areola; she wasn’t wearing a bra! Paul swallowed hard.
“I would never dare to dress like this outside.” She changed her position and her breasts bobbed along like jelly. She had no idea how exciting she was to Paul in her current position! His rod was already bracing his pants like steel. Did she realize what she was doing?
“So… what do you want me to do now?” She asked.
“Um… I think you should undo the top button.” Please, please, please, please, please!
“Oh… you want me to do that? Okay, but I’m doing it because you’re my friend!”
After saying that, her fingers slid up her chest and slowly undid that button. The weight of her breasts caused that shirt to immediately part to the sides, revealing the deep cleavage sandwiched between the two peaks.
Paul couldn’t control himself from looking at her, he was so hungry for that cleavage, he wanted to bury his head in it and start licking…
“Want me to undo the next button?” She gave him a sweet smile.
He nodded as her fingers moved to the button then slowly, in an unbearably slow method, undid it. The shirt parted a little more to the sides and now Paul could see a third of Sherron’s breasts.
‘There’s one button left, will she undo it? And if she does, will I be able to stop myself from jumping on her?’ Paul thought: ‘Please God! At least let me see the view from the top of the hill! What color will her areolas be?’
The poor buttons seemed to be struggling to keep the shirt open, and the fabric around them was stretched to the limit…
“Oh!” Sherron spoke softly, “I think this button is coming apart, and I think I’d better undo it too.” Her fingers slid to the last button then undid it.
Wowohh A. A. A. ！！！！！！！！！！！
Her shirt was completely open and her breasts were exposed, two full breasts aimed at Paul’s head. He looked at them again and again, he had never seen such perfect breasts, so round and smooth, so delicious, even the models in adult magazines couldn’t match them. The areolas on both sides were a beautiful pink color, and in the middle of them were… nipples, of course, the same color as the areolas, but now a little firmer, and firm enough to seduce any man.
Sherron moved her body gently, causing the two weighty peaks to sway from one side to the other and back again.
“What do you think?” She asked.
“It’s beautiful.” He sighed, “So beautiful I can’t believe it.”
“Very well then, now it’s your turn.”
He nodded, his gaze still fixed on her beautiful bosom thirty centimeters away.
“Please take off your pants for me, I want to see you… see your… you know…”
‘Wow…’ Paul thought so.
He slowly pulled down his pants, his hard rod immediately applying outward pressure, trying to break through the fabric of his underwear, he grabbed the top end of his underwear and slowly pulled it down as Sheridan watched, Sheridan looked like she was mesmerized by what she was seeing.
He pushed his rod up a little so she could get a closer look and he could hear her sharp intake of breath.
“Oh, Paul, it looks so good.” Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
He lifted it gently with his fingers and then touched it with his fingertips so he could make it bigger, and now it was as hard as a rock. But he must be careful, he was very excited now, if he played with it any longer, maybe he would cum.
Sherron dropped to her knees and lifted her breasts with both hands. They were so full they spilled out of her fingertips and palms.
She looked at the rod in his crotch with a curious look and slowly leaned forward as Paul also spread his legs apart. She held up one side of her nipple bulb so that her nipple was less than an inch from the tip of his rod, and he held his rod straight up so that if he let go it would touch her pink nipple.
Sherron moved a few more points closer, slowly, slowly, until her nipple touched his rod just above the tip, tip to tip.
It seemed that again he’d have to have quite a bit of willpower to keep from shooting all over these plump tit-balls!
“You know what?” She said softly, “I’ve never seen… seen a man’s…”
“Really?”
“Mmm… this is my first time… I’ve never done anything like what I just did.” As she spoke, she wrapped her fingers around her nipples and then gently, slowly, rubbed them against his rod.
It suddenly occurred to Paul that this was the first time they had ever touched each other’s bodies, and before that they had never even held hands! What a wonderful method of contact for a first time!
Paul felt intense pleasure coming from his lower body, still holding his rod in his hand so that Sharon could continue to caress it with her nipples. Her nipple turned and turned and turned at its tip, and if she had lowered her body just a little more, then his hard rod would have sunk completely into one of the soft, rounded nipple globes.
However, she had only teased him with the tips of her breasts. Now, she slid the tips of her nipples down the tip of the rod until they reached both of his balls, and then, slowly slid them back the way they came.
“Does that feel good?” She asked.
“Oh! Of course, very good!”
“Uh… that’s good…”
She caressed his rod with her nipples for a while, not allowing any part of her breasts to touch it, only her nipples. Her nipples were now erect and… oh… so good for sucking!
He was now holding his rod in only one hand, the other slowly traveling upward until his fingers touched her soft and warm breasts.
“Ah… you…” her breathing became rapid as he plunged his fingers into those perfect breasts. His fingers played with her peaks, wiggling them as much as they wanted, caressing the smooth skin and kneading it from time to time as he felt the globes of her breasts gradually swell between his fingers.
She held her breasts up with both hands, right in front of his face, for him to do with as he pleased. His hands reached for them and began to play with them. “Oh… oh… oh…” gasped Sharon from time to time as she was caressed to the point of great comfort.
Paul rubbed and squeezed her full breasts, and she wiggled her body to get away from him, and giggled, and then let out an even more pleasing moan as Paul’s fingers grabbed them again, and this time he took the top of the hill. He pressed, pulled, and rubbed her perfect pink areolas, and her nipples grew hot and hard, and Paul’s fingers grabbed them too, playing with them, twirling them, squeezing them, and she moaned even harder when he pulled them gently outward.
“I want to suck them…”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Sharon leaned her entire chest over, burying his face between her two soft breast globes. She put her hand on the back of his head so that his face could be closer… “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
He moved his hands to the sides of her breasts and then squeezed them toward his face, pushing hard so he could suck on them harder so he could satisfy his hunger. He felt her erect nipple slide into his mouth, and he shoved it inward with his hand, then sucked it, sucked it, sucked it! Licking it with his tongue, sweeping every inch of it with his tongue. Sharon’s moans became louder now, and continuous…
He sucked and caressed her round breasts for at least thirty minutes, kneading them, kissing and licking them. Finally he stopped: he didn’t want to stop, but his hands and mouth were tired, and he let Sherron’s breasts leave his tired fingers while he looked at her fondly. She looked at him tenderly too, and then her lips slowly leaned into his.
（Romance in the music department.
They must never forget their first kiss in their lives, they kissed so long and so deeply.
It was a little rough at first (because neither of them had ever kissed like this before), but they kept probing each other with their tongues, with their lips, and soon they got the hang of it, and then it was all over, their lips pressed against each other, their tongues entwined and dancing a hot dance like they had endless energy.
It was a long time before their lips reluctantly left each other.
Then she grabbed his rod with both hands, burying it between her tit-globes and rocking them ever so slightly as she ground her tits against them so as to suffocate his rod in the waves of her tits. She gripped the thick rod tightly and pressed it hard against her plump tits. His rod fell completely into those full breasts! It was as if it had become her own toy, and she could play with it as much as she wanted.
Paul braced his hands on the seat cushions of the couch and reveled in the intense friction of Sherron’s breasts. She squeezed her breasts in the center so as to trap the thick rod in the middle, then pushed them all the way up and down in one breath, all the way up and down in one breath, moving up and down and back and forth. Paul had never felt such intense pleasure. Sherron’s caresses were so wonderful! It turned him on so much, brought him so close to the breaking point, and yet it lasted without cumming.
Finally, he erupted and Sherron cried out in surprise, she had never stroked a man’s sex like this before and didn’t know that Paul would cum so suddenly and was therefore startled.
The thick cum sprayed over her breasts, neck and face, and she smiled mischievously, reaching down to rub Paul’s rod so that he could squirt all the rest of it out. She also ran her tongue over it, savoring the taste of him.
Paul reached down to Sherron’s breasts and helped her spread the sticky cum on them like sunscreen. She licked his rod and fingers clean first, then went down to lick the white liquid that covered her breasts, from the tips to the roots, like she was eating ice cream.
They were both very tired, so they lay down on her bed, laughing as they did so.
They kissed, stroked and explored each other’s bodies. Sharon buried Paul’s head in her full, soft breasts: she loved the feeling of his head between them, especially when his hot breath touched her naked breasts. He soon fell asleep, but his head still rested on those wonderful pillows.
Paul forgot how long he had slept, all he knew was that when he awoke, his head was still resting on Sherron’s beautiful bosom, the pair of peaks he loved to suckle on. Remembering last night’s pleasure, his rod stiffened again, tightening against Sherron’s legs as he lifted the quilt off Sherron and took his time admiring her, the beautiful goddess of his heart, the goddess who was now at his disposal.
He finally couldn’t stand it any longer and lunged at her rounded but helpless breasts, waking Sheridan with an “ah”.
He rubbed and squeezed and kneaded and pinched, Sherron’s breasts swirling in front of his face in time with his rhythm, his tongue sliding over both peaks, licking, nibbling, circling around the nipple’s perimeter, and then sucking on their tips. Sherron pressed down on the back of his head so that he could suck harder and get more of them, and he slurped them up with unbridled excitement. Holding her breasts in both hands, Sherron pushed them deeper into Paul’s mouth, in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth, her full breasts were raping his mouth with excitement.
Just like last night, he caressed and caressed her breasts for quite a while until his fingers grew tired and he stopped, then with that he sent his tongue into her mouth and gave her an intense kiss as they held each other tightly and engaged in a fierce battle of tongues.
As they kissed each other greedily, Sherron unconsciously brought Paul’s hands between her legs, and when she reacted, it was too late, Paul’s fingers had already begun to stroke both of her already wet pussy lips. Paul suddenly awoke to the realization that he was touching Sherron’s forbidden territory, so he stopped and looked at her, wanting her permission.
“ohh… it feels great, keep going A., don’t stop…” she grabbed Paul’s right hand and then put it on her pussy.
“Hmm… let’s see what’s here?” Paul’s tongue swept over her neck, between her breasts, slid down her belly, over her navel, until the tip of his tongue was stopped by her pubic hair. He stroked her soft, pink pussy lips as he scrutinized her forbidden place.
He had never seen a girl’s pussy before except in adult magazines and movies. He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to caress a girl’s pussy, he just stroked his fingers over her labia, but judging by her cries of pleasure, he shouldn’t be doing anything wrong, so he continued his caresses.
“Oh… yes… oh… oh… oh… oh… Paul…” she gripped the sheets and let out a more pleasurable moan.
‘This must be the clitoris.’ He thought this, then attacked the sensitive area with his tongue unexpectedly, and Sheridan’s body shrank and let out a particularly loud moan.
Paul took her clitoris and sucked on it gently, flicking his tongue over it, his lover now beginning to scream his name frantically, she held Paul’s head up to bring him closer and closer, his tongue had no other place to go but into the lips of her pussy, exploring her secrets… It took a while for Paul to realize just how special what he was doing was: he was using his tongue to… He was fucking her virginity with his tongue!
Paul’s tongue bobbed, slid, and thrust in and out of her cleft, his tongue bringing her intense pleasure, her legs clamping down on his head, her fingers gripping the back of Paul’s head, and she was screaming so loudly, so intensely, that Paul was pretty sure she must not have been able to practice her singing for days. Her breasts jiggled along with her, and Paul savored her with satisfaction as he sent his hands up her upper body, assigning them a new task: one of rubbing and kneading.
Later, when Paul and Cheryl talked about it, Paul realized from Cheryl that his tongue had already brought her to two orgasms. But at this point he had no idea that he was that good, the only thing he knew was that oral sex was a very “slippery” thing to do, because his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, were all covered with her love juices. After stopping the tongue attack, he buried his slippery face between her breasts, rubbing the love juice on his face evenly over her breasts and sucking on them once again.
All morning the lovers lay in bed, sometimes making love, sometimes talking about love. If it hadn’t been for the return of Sherron’s roommate, Lisa, they might have spent the day like this. They hurriedly got dressed and hurried out of their room. Only to see Liza looking at them with a smirk, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud and said, “Well done, Sherron!”
That night, Sharon spent the night (and not just that night!) in Paul’s apartment. But the word “sleepover” doesn’t quite do justice to the time they spent together: her ample breasts were rubbed and sucked over and over again…
But that’s another story.
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