This is My Freedom Day - Sex Stories

This is My Freedom Day

... especially one where there has been such a huge discharge of fluids. “We’d better clean up, David,” I said in a trembling sort of voice. “Come and have a shower with me.” David put an arm round me, and together we staggered to the shower. I’m not sure how much David understood the situation we were now in. Had it been an unsuccessful coupling, one in which there was minimal pleasure, we could have no doubt called a halt to further sexual acts. But on the contrary, it had been overwhelmingly pleasurable, and I was prepared to predict that we would not stop now. Washing each other in the shower got rid of the messy sperm and lubricant, as well as any little doubts I had about the future. Before I even got around to washing his penis, it was standing up like a huge tower. Nor did I need his fingers to probe my vagina to get me stirred up over him again. “I’ll have him again,” I decided, and after we dried ourselves I took his hand and led him to my bed. It was the old double bed Grant and I had once used, so this time David and I would love in a bit more comfort. Once I got him on the bed I said, “Now you’ll pay the price for being so brazen with your mother.” I pulled his head to my breast and said, “Suck me like you did when you were a baby, sweetheart.” He was lovely. He sucked and gently nibbled my nipple, all the time stroking my other breast and squeezing the nipple. I could have laid there all day letting him do that to me; in fact he almost brought me to orgasm he got ...

... me so worked up. I don’t think I’d ever felt such love for him or anyone, as he played with my breasts. After a while, still sucking one of my nipples, his fingers began to massage my mound. I felt as if I was going out of my mind and my fluid started to run out of me again, but it was when he began work on my clitoris that I really went into space. I pushed him on his back and sat astride him and said, “Now I’ll really give you something to taste,” and I crushed my vagina against his mouth. Well, he not only “tasted me” he nearly ate me. At one point he bit my clitoris and I nearly screamed the roof off with the pain. He was more careful after that. I swamped his face with vaginal fluids and still he licked on, thrusting his tongue into my entrance, while a slid and ground myself against him. I am not sure how long this continued because I’d taken off into space again, but I recall ending up rubbing my cleft down his body leaving a trail of lubricant, and then inserting his shaft into me and dropping onto it. There was more yelling and screaming and I was asking him to spear me to the heart, and him saying, “I love you, mother, I want to fuck you to death.” Then the train was coming again and I was trembling all over as I beat up and down on him and as I climaxed he gave an enormous howl and shot his semen into me. I pumped harder and harder, and he dragged on my hips as we tried to get his seed in deep. I sagged over him as I climbed down from the summit of our union, my ...