The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8

... moved it upwards, licking away at the silky smooth patch of skin where her public hair should have been. "This is torture," she moaned. "I wanna touch you, too!" I pointedly ignored her, backing away off the bed. "What are you doing? Where'd you go?" she whimpered. I stripped myself naked, then circled around the bed, grinning at how Tracy twisted her blindfolded head back and forth to better hear what I was up to. I crawled over her horny, helpless body, then pressed the tip of my cock down onto Tracy's lips. She yelped in surprise, but quickly went to work with bathing my shaft in happy kisses. A pearl of precum bubbled out from my tip, which I smeared around her mouth like lipgloss. Tracy was all-to-happy to lick it off. Then, just as she was really getting into it, I pulled my cock away from her face and circled the bed once more, this time lining myself up between her widespread thighs-- "Holy shit," Tracy groaned, for the first time feeling the sensation of my bare penis pressing against the naked lips of her cunt. Finally, mercifully, I reached forward and lifted the blindfold from her brow. Tracy briefly met my eyes with her own, then dropped her gaze to where my out-of-control erection was poised to enter her willing body. She bit down on her plump lower lip. The gossamer mesh of her barely-there nightie rippled from the the excitement of her breathing. "Is this really... real?" she asked. I stroked my cock back and forth around the outside of her cunt, coating it ...

... in Tracy's juices. "Oh god!" she moaned, throwing her head back in lustful frustration. "Untie me!" I held out for another minute, teasing her until it was absolutely unbearable--and then finally untied her wrists and ankles. Tracy attacked me, pouncing like a hungry predator and swarming every inch of my body with desperate kisses. Her slick, swollen pussy rubbed against the length of my shaft--burning on contact--and her fingernails clawed at my my hair. Amidst the chaos, I slipped the shoulder straps off her nightie and let it drop around her waist--then smothered my face with her abundant cleavage and groaned. We kissed--deeply and passionately--grabbing at every inch of sweaty, naked skin. Tracy’s eyes welled up with emotion: Then I threw her down onto the bed and eagerly spread her legs apart with my thighs. Once again, the tip of my cock lined up perfectly with her entrance… We’d endured three whole years of pent-up desire... One hundred and fifty six weeks of fantasies... More than a thousand days of non-stop lust… Tracy’s breath caught. Her heartbeat thundered. And then-- "Unh!" she cried out, tears streaming freely down her face as I finally sheathed my entire penis inside the heat of her body. Tracy whimpered. Her thighs clamped around my waist, drawing me deeper--and we both MOANED with pleasure. I withdrew slowly-- “Oh Shane," she panted. Then I slid back into her-- "Yes!" she moaned. Tracy's hands grabbed at my hair, holding on possessively while she peppered my ...