A Hand-fasting - Sex Stories

A Hand-fasting

... riding harder back and forth into her gaping hole, grabbing her butt cheeks and he pumped his semen deep inside her. She cried out more, no idea of time, no care for where she was. Her body desperate to writhe and roll, but desperate not to lose the cock inside her. The thrusting slowed, but remained deep each time, resting a little more. She began to find her awareness returning, felt her breathing, became aware of her bent over position. And then they stopped, Andy deep in Scarlet’s arse. His cock was still hard and his balls emptied inside her. She felt the last of her release. He pulled himself out from her. They gathered up their clothing as they kissed deeply and passionately. Rested against the tree and laughed at their noises, holding each other. Then Scarlet told Andy of her encounter with Mel. Of course the story of the encounter in Scarlet’s tent had Andy stirring to horny again. “Do you think she wants to fuck you?” he asked, not caring if he sounded desperate. “I don’t know, it’s a bit confusing. I'm still horny, I've just cum hard twice and I still want to cum again. My head’s in a spin. I can’t really think straight.” They chatted and agreed she was still getting over her orgasms. Andy had to go for his performance. “Make sure you’re there in about five minutes so you can watch,” he said. He loved having Scarlet in the audience, singing to her without the rest of the crowd knowing. He slipped off back to the gathering to offer his music. Scarlet went to the ...

... café to make a drink and put a little distance between herself and Andy, so as to avoid suspicion. The place was empty. Everyone was watching the entertainment. As she made her tea, a light rested on her shoulder. “Don’t turn around yet.” It was Mel. Her voice was trembling. Her other hand came to Scarlet’s back, gently rubbing it. Scarlet lent forward slightly so the table could take her weight a little. Again she began to feel excited. Her pussy started to tingle. Mel did want her. What should she do? She’d kissed women before, but nothing more. Mel’s body pressed against Scarlet’s back. She could feel Mel’s tits as her hands brushed down Scarlet’s sides. Mel moved her hips back a little and rubbed Scarlet’s butt. Kissing Scarlet’s neck, she whispered into her ear, “I saw you fucking Andy. I heard you getting fucked.” There was a relish in Mel’s voice that her heavy breathing couldn't hide. Scarlet felt the caressing of her bottom as her skirt rode up. “I heard you getting fucked, begging to be fucked hard. Was that you?” Scarlet’s eyes were closed. Mel’s hands on her butt were exciting her and she realised she still had the love eggs inside her. “Yes. Yes that was me.” “Do you like being fucked hard?” asked Mel. “Yes. Yes I need to be fucked hard,” said Scarlet. Then she gasped as Mel pushed her forward a little more, bending her over the table, and slid two fingers into her arse, an arse still sopping wet with Andy’s cum. “What’s this? Is this what you wanted? An arse hole ...