The Matinee - Second Feature - Sex Stories

The Matinee - Second Feature

... beautiful paintings of outdoor scenery. It had a warm and inviting feeling to it. “It’s not much, but I call it home,” he said humbly. “It’s beautiful, I love it. It’s you,” I replied. He was looking at me as though he wanted to sexually devour me. I assume I had the same look on my face. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. Even though we had incredible sex in the theater, we had never kissed. We had not even touched, except for his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. His lips were soft and warm and I could feel myself melting in his arms. He pressed against me and I felt his enormous bulge straining to get out of its confines. We stumbled to the couch and I felt his body on top of me as we continued to kiss. My juices were already flowing at the thought of his giant cock pleasuring me once again. He pulled at my blouse and a few buttons popped off. His lips plunged between my breasts as he fumbled for my bra strap. My hands eagerly helped him and soon my heaving breasts were released. His lips surrounded my nipples one at a time as he gently sucked them in and out of his mouth. My hands ran across his chest as I slid his shirt up over his head. His body was firm and toned. My fingers traced lines across his chest on their way to his belt. With ease I unbuckled his belt and had his zipper down on his pants. My eager hands slid inside his boxers and felt his huge cock. It throbbed between my hands. It was so huge I could place both hands around it and still not ...

... cover but half of it. I pushed him up so I could slide his pants off of him. I slid down his body as I slowly guided his pants to the floor. My head was even with his bulging cock. I was only able to see glimpses of it in the theater. As I pulled his boxers down and released his cock it seemed even bigger than I had remembered. It sprang to erection as his boxers slid to the floor. I think I gasped as I looked at it, thinking of how I would ever get that monster into my mouth. I rose and put my hands on his chest, pushing him backwards to the leather recliner. I kissed his lips and then let my lips flow across his chest and downward to the treasure I had been wanting for so long. I held his cock in my hands, marveling at its size, its perfection. It was truly a beautiful cock and larger than I had ever imagined. I was shaking as my lips drew nearer to its tip. I wet my lips and licked his bulbous head to moisten it. It was so warm against my lips. My body shook with anticipation. Opening as wide as I could I was able to slide his tip inside my mouth. I told myself to relax. Slowly I slid my lips down his shaft. I felt the warmth and softness of his skin against them. He was enormous. All I could get inside my mouth was his tip and about 2 to 3 inches of his shaft. My hands surrounded what remained and it took both hands to cover it all. Slowly, I guided his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt his tip hitting the back of my throat. I could feel the blood coursing through his ...