Sara Jean Underwood : Scout's honor

Sara Jean Underwood : Scout's honor

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Sara Jean Underwood, an American model and actress, was chosen as the Playmate of the Month for the July 2006 issue of Playboy magazine and later became Playmate of the Year in 2007. She is a former host of Attack of the Show! on G4.


Sara Jean Underwood, an American model and actress, was chosen as the Playmate of the Month for the July 2006 issue of Playboy magazine and later became Playmate of the Year in 2007. She is a former host of Attack of the Show! on G4.


Submitted: June 03, 2013

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Submitted: June 03, 2013



When I told my buddies I was going to be doing a job at the Playboy Mansion they all got worked up and started handing me cameras to take souvenir shots for them, which by the way would be a good way to lose my job. But the whole thing turned out to be a big bust anyway. At least the part where I visit the Mansion; it was squaresville all the way.


First of all I didn’t see a single playmate or bunny or whatever; if they were around they were avoiding me. Which pretty much is the story of my life anyway. Second, I did meet the publisher dude, but that wasn’t cool at all. First of all, (OK, I’m a sound man, not an English teacher) the guy was not like I pictured him to be, not only was he old so it was hard to imagine him boffing all those playmates, but he was acting kind of crazy, even paranoid.


When I got to the Mansion I was brought directly to his office by some doddering old lady who turned to be a trusted confidant and aide. The big boss himself sat at an enormous cluttered desk and he kept fidgeting with papers as he talked. He was telling me stuff about his divorce, way more than I wanted to know, but what he really wanted was to show me some blueprints. When he found them I thought he was going to cry, then he told me the job and how it was top secret.


Now usually my job is to install surveillance equipment; I’ve actually done the kind of jobs where the person being surveilled was not supposed to know what was happening. The blueprints he shoved over at me with a trembling hand were for an installation that was at least ten years old. If the surveillee didn’t know she was being surveilled by now she was pretty dumb. And the way he was describing his wife she was anything but…but he still didn’t want her to know that the equipment was coming out. He seemed convinced that it would be used as evidence at a hearing; so my job, should I decide to accept it (he actually said that), was to get the shit out of the walls of the mansion he had been keeping for her. And to do it so she wouldn’t know it was ever there.  Which I did.


Now, if you think this is a story about the handyman balling some cougar, a playmate from twenty years ago, you’re out of luck. That house was empty and except for one framed centerfold you’d never know it was a playmate’s house. Oh, and the girl in the centerfold was not the wife. I guess that was something.


It only took a few hours and I brought the stuff back and dumped it on his desk. The guy was actually crying with gratitude, or at least I think that’s what it was. He kept telling me how appreciative he was and how important secrecy was. He asked me if I wanted to come to the Halloween Party but he was sort of freaking me out so I said something about I had to wait at home ‘cause they were selling girl scout cookies and I didn’t want to miss my chance. I was being a wiseass but he nodded like I was some great sage.


I got back in my van; the wind started blowing and already they were decorating for the party. The party I was going to miss because I was a wise guy. The trees were blowing around; it actually was getting pretty cold out for a change and I realized that I was being a jerk. I was going to spend the cold night alone.


So that’s why I was home taking a cold shower instead of hangin’ with the playmates at the Playboy Mansion. My job actually pays pretty well; I have a big old house high up in the hills, a fireplace and everything. It’s off by itself, on one of those LA roads where nobody knows anybody else and, for sure, nobody does any trick or treating. I’ve been slowly renovating it myself thus I spend a lot of time there alone so I’m familiar with cold showers.


Stepping from the shower, I caught a reflection of my nude body in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I'd always wished I was taller than my six foot four inches, but I guess my work kept me in pretty good shape anyway.


Unconsciously, my eyes lingered for a minute on the stiffening erection between my legs. I guess my stupidity was catching up to me; all I could imagine was a bunch of playmates at the Mansion anxious to show me how grateful their boss was to me.

Hell, I guess I was going to have to settle for beating my meat! Well, I’d done it before.


Before I had a chance to get to it, I heard the insistent ring of my doorbell. Damnit, I always had bad timing!


Aggravated, I threw a bath towel around my waist, tucked it in below my bellybutton, and headed for the front door. If whoever it was ringing the bell minded being met by a half-naked man then tough-shit to them! They ought to have better manners than to disturb a man with a throbbing hard-on.


I live up in the hills and if it’s cool in the valley it can get down right frigid up here. When I jerked open the door, I was met by a blustery blast of cold, late-fall wind.  A whirlwind whisk of a figure, a young woman dressed in a Girl Scout type of uniform, rushed inside and shut the door behind her. The shivering, coatless sprite took a few steps into the room and held her hands out to the heat of my crackling fireplace.


"Oh Mr. Parker, this fire feels so good," she said; her voice was melodramatic, like she was reciting lines for the high school play. "I didn't realize the weather would turn so cold so quickly. Why, it was actually warm this morning! I'm Sara Jean Underwood from down the street. I'm out taking orders for Girl Scout cookies. You know me, don't you, Sir?"

Before I could respond, the young lady added, "Scout Leaders don't usually go door-to-door selling cookies. That's for the Girl Scouts themselves to do. But, I'm helping my troop out because several of them are sick with a cold. I was a scout myself for years and now I've just become a volunteer leader for a Brownie troop. Our recruitment slogan for girls and leaders this fall is ‘get behind a girl'. Sir, can you get behind our girls and their organization? Do you want to get any of my cookies?"


Get behind a girl! As for her cookies, goddamn my horny wicked soul to Hell, but my sex-stimulated mind took what the young woman said and turned it into a dirty thought. Yeah, some sweet, warm female goodies would taste mighty good right now!


Before I answered, my eyes made a quick inspection of my unexpected visitor. If this was an official uniform then I had to get more involved in scouting. A brown plaid skirt hanging low on her hips, well below her cute little belly button, and a skin tight, low cut, brown top which barely came down over her breasts.It must have been a last-year’s outfit because the young female form was outgrowing it now. Feminine shapes and bulges stretched the fabric in several strategic places. The lady was short, perhaps a whole foot shorter than me. Slim legs extended out below a really short hem and ran down to knee socks and silver high heel shoes.  But she had one of those things like beauty queens wear, a banner or sash or whatever you call it. The thing they sew their merit badges on. But her merit badges said: “Lick me” and “Sweet thing” and “Delicious” and “I work on my knees” and “Balling is my game.” Jesus.


If I was a betting man, I'd bet she didn't weigh over 100 pounds. Her blonde hair was a tied in two cute braids on either side of her head. And she actually had freckles. If I hadn’t noticed the little bunny necklace that adorned her slim neck I would have believed she really was some kind of demented girl scout.


I must have been staring at her for too long and she definitely had been given a script and I was ruining it. She pouted cutely and frowned even more cutely. She started her lines again.

“I'm Sara Jean Underwood? From down the street? I'm taking orders for Girl Scout cookies. You know me, don't you, Sir?"


I nodded dumbly and she seemed relieved that I was playing along. She gushed through the next part in a rapid drone. "Scout-Leaders-don't-usually-go-door-to-door-selling-cookies-I'm helping-my-troop -‘cause- several-of-them-are-sick-I-was-a-scout-myself-our-recruitment-slogan-is-get-behind-a girl-sir-can-you-get-me-from-behind-I-mean-get-behind-me-no-a-girl-a-girl-scout-do-you-want-to-taste-my-cookies?"


Yes, she did. She asked if I wanted to taste her cookies.


With my over-stimulated erection straining my towel, I finally found my voice and answered, "Yes Sara Jean, I know you.”  Her eyes sparkled with delight, even relief when she realized I was going to play along with the script. Hey, why not? I wasn’t a great actor or anything so I said the next part kind of slowly as I made up my lines.  “I've, huh, seen you around the neighborhood?” She nodded, telling me I was in the groove. “Yeah, I’ve seen you. And…uh…I think I've bought some cookies from you in the past years."


Then it was like a bolt of lightning hit me. Or maybe it was the excitement of the light in her gorgeous elfin eyes. I got in the groove alright, like I was channeling the acting chops of Cary Fucking Grant. Suddenly I was Mister Suave. Standing there half naked and horny as hell, mischievous thoughts entered my mind and I decided to tease the young seductress arousing me, "But, little lady I remember you as a childlike girl.” Sexy Scout Sara Jean blushed all flustered and meek like a school girl. “Just when in the hell did your body start 'filling out' so much? What are you, about 15, 16 or so now?"


"No, I'm not 15 and I'm not 16!" the girl testily responded. Glancing at the watch on her tiny wrist, she continued, "I'm 18 and I've been 18 for two hours and five minutes!” For the record, later on I looked her up in Wikipedia and lovely little Sara is twenty-five now and so she was just saying her lines; but you know, in that tight little girl scout costume and with her pert little nose and cute little freckles, well, she was very convincing. At least I convinced as she went on with her part.  “And, for your information Sir, I'm not a 'little girl'! I’ve been a Playboy Playmate, Miss July 2006.” Here she vamped a bit like she was posing for her centerfold. Then she went on, “As to your other question, it seems like my body just up and decided to pop out all over the place awhile back. I don't know why it took so long to do it.” Whoever wrote this script had continuity issues; she was a playmate in Oh-Six but a Girl Scout in Oh-Nine. Not that it mattered, ‘cause she was gorgeous. She went on with her script the best she could. “But Sir, I didn't come here to talk about me. I came to offer you my cookies. Do you want a taste?"


My mind wandered away in an effort to digest her information. "Do you want a taste" is what she said. Why, she seemed to be offering her tight little body for any kind of sexual shenanigans a man might wish to engage in with her! My pretty little sexy cookie-seller would fit nicely into the hallowed category of available and delicious!


But slowly it dawned on me that this was too good to be true. Hell, I silently thought with my hard-on straining the bath towel around my waist, a lot of damn good this information would do me. She was a playmate and glamorous so she would have no interest or attraction for a chump. I'd have bet she had a movie star boyfriend.


Shaking my head in an effort to rid it of horny thoughts I still wanted to play along and try to figure out what the game really was; I answered the fascinating young lady, "Yes little Sara Jean, I'd like some cookies. Could I get about ten dollars worth? Girl, I'm horn...hungry as hell and I hate waiting for special treats. Would you have any cookies I could eat right now?"


"Oh yes, Sir," Sara Jean eagerly said. "I've got some sample boxes in my backpack. I can let you have ten dollars worth of chocolate mint cookies." Damn, I was right; this was some weird charity thing and all she was really doing was selling real cookies. Shit.


While the girl rummaged in her pack, I stepped back into the bathroom and picked up my wallet. I gave a quick thought to slipping on my pants, but immediately discarded it. I had plans for a masturbating party real soon with thoughts of a sexy young Scout Leader occupying my mind.


Back in the living room, I noticed the boxes of cookies laid out on the coffee table. I dug a ten dollar bill from my wallet and handed it to the sexily uniformed cookie salesgirl.


"Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tax," the girl apologetically said. "Growing up, my Scout Leaders told me to always remember the tax. It's eighty cents more. Is that okay?"


Smiling, I answered, "Sure little Sara Jean, that's fine. But, do you have change for a dollar bill. I don't have any coins in my wallet and I don't have any pockets in my towel."


"I've noticed that," the girl unintentionally blurted out. A crimson red blush immediately colored her face and her hands rushed to cover it. Demurely, she added, "Oh, I didn't mean I was looking at your towel! Of course towels don't have pockets! Towels like yours barely have enough room to cover a man's big...!"


The girl's face color reddened to a deeper shade of bashful blushing. Turning away, she nervously dug into her purse and extracted some coins. She turned back and reached her trembling coin-filled hand towards me.


As I reached out to accept the change, Sara Jean's unsteady fingers opened too soon and dropped the handful of coins onto the hardwood floor. The jingly-jangly coinage bounced and rolled all over the place.


Dropping to the floor, Sara Jean chased after coins. Her sexy young body made for such a delightful sight to watch that I too dropped down and began gathering the wayward change.


After capturing the last fugitive coin, the two of us stood back up. I soon discovered that my coin-chasing adventures had created a problem. My towel had loosened to the point where when I stood up straight, the terrycloth garment had stayed on the floor. My upper body and my legs were now not the only parts of me displayed in naked glory. My thick, muscular cock was standing at full attention!


"Oh my good god!" Sara Jean unexpectedly exclaimed. "Mr. Parker, I now see why your towel was stretched out to the bursting point! Oh my goodness gracious, you had better cover that thing back up!" Her eyes were so wide I couldn’t tell if she was acting, but I wasn’t.


I had never blushed so much in my life. But, I admitted to myself that I was a little embarrassed to have accidentally exposed my pulsating erection to an unsuspecting young woman.


Bending over, I snatched up the towel and rearranged it around my waist. "Sara Jean, I'm sorry!" I repentantly proclaimed. "Damn it, I didn't mean for this to happen and I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you!"


"Well, I'm not exactly embarrassed, I don't think," Sara Jean said warily. "It just happened so suddenly I was unprepared to see your...your man-thing.” She blushed a deeper, sweeter rosy pink.


“Mr. Parker,” she asked, her nice cutely scrunched up in an affectation of little girl curiosity, “What do you men prefer to call your, um, things?” OK, the Playmate of the Year was definitely acting, but she sure was adorable. “I've heard all the slang words, but since I've never talked to a man or boy about it, I'm pretty much uninformed about things like that. I've never even had the sex talk with my mother. I guess for a playmate, I'm pretty ignorant in the ways of men." She was batting her eyes like some kind of innocent young thing but she was grinning like she couldn’t wait to jump my bones.


A puzzled look was on my face, but I went ahead and answered the question she asked, "Well, I prefer the word cock as name for the dangly appendage between my legs. A cock gets elongated and hard when it's near a sexy lady. My cock is steely-hard right now because I'm so close to you. A girl of your age should know this. Sara Jean, surely a playmate as seductively sexy as you are is not a virgin!"


"I most certainly am!" Sara Jean proudly announced. "I'm not about to let one of those grabby-handed boys get his hands in my panties! Mom says I'm a good girl and I intend to stay good until I fall in love with a special guy or get married."


OK, this has got to be a game I decided. I tried to hide a smile and then said something to keep the game going, "Good for you Sara Jean. You ought to stay virginal and innocent until the right man comes along. Listen, why don't you call me by my first name? Friends and playmates can call me Robert."


"Okay, I will," Sara Jean eagerly replied. "For some reason, I feel comfortable around you, Robert. Thanks for buying my cookies. I'd better go before the weather gets any colder."


Sara Jean turned for the door and took two steps away from my comforting fire. Shit, was I letting the game slip away? "Wait!" I shouted. "Young lady, it's cold out there, so let me give you a coat to wear home. I think I have an old jacket in the hallway closet."


Sara Jean followed me into the hallway. I scrounged around searching for the jacket. Reaching up into the far, left corner shelf, I found the coat and pulled it out. Turning back, I handed it to the girl.


Sara Jean was giggling and pointing at a place below my waist. The stretching and tugging had once more loosened my towel and left it lying at my feet. My erection was again exposed. My rigid manhood was pointing straight as a compass at the girl's smiling face.


"Hey Robert, I think you're fighting a losing battle with that bathtowel," Sara Jean said in a giggly voice. "For all the good it's doing you, why you might as well just leave it off! I've already seen your...your cock so you have no reason to hide it from me. Mister, I wouldn't bite you, even if I knew how."


Grabbing up the towel from the floor, I followed the girl back down the hall to the warm living room. Following her suggestion, I didn't wrap the unreliable covering back around me. Anyway what was the use? Watching her swaying young ass, I think my cock swelled to an even bigger size in length and girth.


"Let me help you get the coat on, Sara Jean," I said. Instead of throwing the towel on the couch, I flipped it into a rolled up shape and hung it between my lower abdomen and my swollen erection. Several inches of my cockshaft stuck out through the cloth.


Mischievous devilment came over me and I teasingly said, "Hey Sara Jean, what do you think about my towel rack? I reckon a cock is a pretty useful thing for a man to have."


Sara Jean sure was a giggly young woman. She giggled merrily now and answered, "Well Robert, I think you have the nicest towel rack I've ever seen. You're right; it does seem to serve a useful purpose. You're also right about it being pretty. Why, I've never seen anything so nicely-shaped and beautiful in my life!"


Blushing from her awkward boldness, Sara Jean started putting the jacket on. Reaching out, I grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it up. The tips of my fingers brushed against her swelling bosom. For a girl with her slim, diminutive stature, Sara Jean's chest seemed to be well-endowed with firm mounds. Firm feminine forms stretched the bodice of her sexy tight girl scout top. My fingers lingered and played a little longer than they should have.


"Sara Jean," I impulsively said. "Speaking of racks, why young lady you don't seem to be doing too shabbily in that area yourself! You really fill out your uniform nicely! Sara Jean, if your bosomy boobs swell any bigger you'll pop a couple of buttons and put some guy's eyes out."


Blushing and giggling again, Sara Jean shyly said, "Thank you, Robert. I think that's the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me. My nipples are getting all tingly and hard. Oh god, I didn't mean to say that out loud! Now, you'll think I'm a bad girl."


"Like hell, I will!" I exclaimed. "I don't think any such thing! I feel kind of proud of myself that I can provoke such a response to my touch in you. Young lady, you're making my cock hard, horny, and tingly, too! This doesn't make either one of us bad."


Unexpectedly, Sara Jean stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. Her slim hands lay against my nude chest. "Robert," she whispered. "Thank you for making me feel so relaxed and comfortable in the presence of a naked man. I think I can tell you a secret. In a way, I kinda wish I was just a little bit bad. If I was, I'd...I'd..."


Instead of saying more, Sara Jean allowed her fingers to slowly feel their way down my chest and belly. Her fingertips lightly brushed the warm skin of my stiffened manhood. To her own amazement and mine, she pulled my towel off its erect cock-rack, put it to her face, and breathed in the masculine scent imbedded within.


Suddenly, the always prepared Girl Scout Leader found herself in a situation she was not prepared for. Pulling away, Sara Jean stuffed the towel into her cookie-filled backpack.


With her back towards me, the innocent girl did something incredibly impulsive. She reached her hands under her uniform skirt and slipped her panties down over her legs, her knee socks, and her feet.


Turning back to face me, the impetuous girl twisted her panties into a roll and hung them over the elongated rod which had been holding my towel. Throwing her hands around my neck, Sara Jean once more stood tiptoed and kissed my cheek. She whispered anxiously, "Robert, forgive me, but I'm taking your smell with me, so I'm leaving mine with you. I think your cock makes a fine panty-rack, too!"


Before I could recover my wits, Sara Jean's voice sternly instructed, "Robert, please don't say anything. Just kiss me the way a man kisses a woman and then let me run away from the temptation I feel for you!"


Stooping slightly, I ran my hands under the young woman's uniform hem. I grabbed two handfuls of firm panty-less Scout Leader ass and lifted a featherweight feminine body up enough for our kiss-hungry mouths to collide. I felt the innocent surrender of Sara Jean's sweetly feminine passion run from my head to my toes.


Sara Jean's lips and mine relinquished all self-discipline and restraint. Moist tongues licked slippery mouths and dueled and teased with awakening desire; they mouth-fucked in a confirmation of undeniable lust.


Inspired by passion, Sara Jean's sock-covered legs encircled my thighs. As I pulled her closer, her skirt hiked higher and I felt wetness touching my cockshaft. Drippy feminine moisture was leaking from the naked pussy pressed against my erection.


This young lady's body was so light in weight I could have stood there holding her in my arms all day. Instinct propelled me to lift her into a position where her pussy was situated directly above my swollen manhood.


Sticky wet inner pussy lips kissed my cockhead. A river of sweet liquid washed over my cockshaft and bathed it in hot, slippery lubrication. Mother Nature's call was demanding a carnal conjoining of a cunt and a cock.


My stupidly rational mind was silently screaming, "Don't do it! She’s doesn’t want you too. Oh god, control yourself!"


Sara Jean must have known more than I was giving her credit for. She allowed her body to slip down until her warm inner pussy lips were wrapped around the head of my cock. Hesitantly, she allowed her pussy lips to be touched and stretched by the swollen cock intruder.


By raising and lowering her body no more than an inch at a time, Sara Jean was able to test the strength of my hard on. Pussy muscles squeezed and contracted around the cockhead in an age-old mating welcome.


Didn't this naive girl know she was playing with fire? Didn't she know she was getting perilously close to getting her sweet ass burned and her body ravished?


Heated, pulsating blood raced though pussy veins and cock veins alike. Male and female juices were bubbling and boiling. "Oh god, Sara Jean!" I huskily moaned. "Damnit girl, I can’t stop now! You aren’t going to tell me to stop are you?"


"I won’t say that," Sara Jean replied. "And, oh, hold me tight and don't let go even if I scream!"


Without warning, Sara Jean raised herself up almost to the point of losing contact with the cockshaft touching her body so intimately. Quickly, she lowered herself back down and impaled herself onto my stiffened, swollen erection.


True to her word, Sara Jean did scream. Her piercing wail echoed off the walls. Keeping my promise, I held the girl tightly. It was too damn late to stop anything now!


With hot playmate nectar now aiding in lubrication, I held onto Sara Jean's firm ass and bounced her young body up and down like one of those rubber tether-balls attached to a paddle. In this case, Sara Jean's pussy was the ball and my cock was the paddle.


I repeatedly bounced and paddled the sweet young pussy up and down upon my deep-penetrating cockshaft. Hot-blooded cream was begging to be released from its confinement. I knew I would start coming soon.


In this race for release, Sara Jean beat me to the finish line. She moaned and thrashed out of control with ecstasy.


Despite the thickness of her jacket, I could feel Sara Jean's heartbeat pounding against my naked chest. I could feel her pussy's racing pulse beating all along my erection's elongated length. Whimpering cries stole the girl's breath away. Breathtaking orgasms overpowered all her other senses and she moaned with overwhelmingly joyful lust.


Without awaiting my permission, my pussy-drowning cock went ahead and released a pressurized load of pent-up fire. Thick globs, white hot, shot into Sara Jean's sweet body.


Pussy muscles constricted against my meaty erection. Squeezing vaginal contractions milked my cockshaft. Euphoric, earth-quaking orgasms rattled and shook my world.


As my fire filled Sara Jean's pussy, she began to experience the thrill of multiple orgasms.

Sara Jean's tight pussy begged my cock for more and more. My mind told me that biologically I had no more to give. Yet, incredibly, my love and lust inspired body contradicted the rules of biology. In a matter of moments I was ready with another load to pump into the writhing playmate girl scout.


I began coming into my sweet girl scout's slippery pussy again. If I had breath to spare, I would have squealed with orgasmic delight. I held onto the ass of the girl riding my cock and allowed the victory of orgasms to sweep my mind and body into a netherworld of bliss.


Sara Jean' teeth biting into my shoulder let me know she was coming again, too. From out of nowhere, she found a breath of air. This once-virginal young lady allowed wanton unladylike squeals of joy and whines of pleasure to peal out loudly.


At long last, panting moans and whimpering cries began fading away. Sara Jean's arms held onto my neck with the seeming intention of never letting go. I too held onto the young female in my arms with no immediate plans of ever letting her go.


The room became quiet, so quiet that Sara Jean and I could hear the crackling of burning logs in my fireplace. Breaking the comforting sounds of silence, Sara Jean whispered, “Um, Mr. Parker, is it OK if I use your, um, bathroom, to clean up?”


I shrugged and pointed and stood dumbly listening to the sounds of her taking care of her business in the bathroom. I figured that she would be heading home so I got myself dressed. She spent a long time, even brushing her teeth. When she came out all she was wearing was one of my towels. She gave me a cute little pout when she noticed I was dressed now, then her eyes started to twinkle.


Sara Jean looked awfully fine dressed in nothing but a towel. She stood with a cat who ate the canary smile and winked at me. "Robert, did you enjoy doing me? Say yes because I enjoyed it for sure! Mr. Hefner told me to be nice to you but I want you to know that I really wanted to do you as soon as you opened the door." Her voice became mischievous, “That first one was for me, so now I have to obey my boss and do you again.” Then her voice was quiet and sincere, “Is that OK?” The towel dropped and revealed her naked body, radiant in its blushing.


Smiling shyly, the nude beauty scooted across to me and plopped her young ass in my lap. "Robert, I really want you to have my body," Sara Jean whispered. "I suppose I'm hoping you like my body."


"Oh god, Robert, please don't think of me as a wickedly wanton hussy!" Sara Jean hastily added. “But I’d sure would like to do it with you. Do you want to?"


My voiced boomed, "Hell yeah!"


Soft, luscious lips became the first victims of my desire. I kissed my naked playmate with lust-inspired passion. I was so fanatically aroused I tongue-fucked her mouth. Somewhere in the back of my kiss-hungry mind I realized that Sara Jean was tongue-fucking my mouth, too.


Sara Jean's fingers were tugging at the buttons of my shirt. Before I knew it, the shirt was off and lying atop her towel. There was something mindblowingly sexy about being undressed by an eager playmate. I thought I was going to explode with excitement with every touch of her rapidly working fingers. She unzipped my pants, her face expressive with a combination of girlish delight, vixenish desire and ingénue modesty. She trembled sweetly as she pulled the slacks off me and she averted her eyes demurely as she tugged my boxers down. My pants, underwear, shoes, and socks joined the heaping pile of clothing.


I'd made the mistake of getting my cock before the fucking-horse earlier. I was determined not to repeat the error of my ways. Before I did any more fornicating this night, I was going to do a lot of looking at tender young female flesh and I was going to have a feast of eating.


Pushing Sara Jean down flat on the floor in front of the fireplace, I gazed in awe at the splendid beauty of her unblemished and curvaceous body. Her creamy breasts had flattened out a bit. Her abdomen was a smooth expanse of slim, flawless flesh. Long, slender legs stretched out seductively. And there, right between the 'V' of my playmate's legs was a carefully shaved swollen mound of erotically exciting female pussy.


Without waiting a second longer, I bent over, spread the girl's legs wide, and attacked the tender young pussy staring me in the face. I viciously kissed the soft skin of her smooth skinned pussy mound. I kissed and licked every delectable inch of feminine flesh from her thighs to her sweet slit.


I spread the swollen pussy and captured the girl's clitoral jewel between my lips. I licked and sucked the rigid girlie-girl treasure. Sara Jean's sweet clit stiffened in an effort to accept this ferocious assault. My tongue flicked and licked feverously. I explored the young cunt with the slippery wetness of my tongue and mouth.


Sexually stimulated, pussy-hungry, and horny beyond belief, I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and plunged it into the hot-pink opening to Sara Jean's slit. This girl was eager so her young female body produced an abundance of delectable moisture. I licked and lapped all the wetness I could get. Sara Jean was whimpering wantonly and sighing contently.


I ate my young lover's cunt with the appetite of a pussy-starved man. Sweet, warm, wet flesh was mine to consume with all the wicked debauchery of a man gleefully possessed by bedeviling lust.


With this same unfettered lust, I assaulted Sara Jean's breasts. These delectable orbs and their nipple-topped pink buds fell victim to my untamed mauling. The skin of my face had been clean-shaven a few hours ago, but enough stubble had now grown out to scratch and scrape the tender flesh.


Stopping to gaze at Sara Jean's stubble-scratched breasts, I felt myself entranced by their flawless beauty. Abruptly, I ended this violent onslaught on the writhing girl's body. After pressing my lips to Sara Jean's in a deep, love-obsessed kiss, I bodily scooped her up from the floor with my arms and carried her featherweight body to my bed.


This luscious playmate had giving her willing consent to being fucked again, so curse my wicked soul to hell, that's what I would do to her! I pitched her pretty, silky-smooth, female body into the center of my bed. I climbed into the bed above my love, spread her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her delectable sheath.


With the breeding urges of a domineering stallion, I mounted her with all the uncontrollable, animalistic desires of a wild, animal. There was nothing romantic about this carnal coupling. With the uncontrolled lust of a wild creature, I fucked Sara Jean Underwood.


She fucked me back, wild with lust and frantic for pleasure. Then the damn clock struck. She suddenly squealed, “The party! I have to get back to the Mansion!”


In a minute or two she was gone. But she had left behind those panties.

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