Alice Upside Down - Sex Stories

Alice Upside Down

... is enjoying herself too much to stop now, the though of him watching only spurs her on. She starts to rub her magic spot lightly but firm enough to have an effect making a squelching noise as the rest of her hand becomes soaked in her slippery wet juices. She gasps as a wave of pleasure fills her body with a sudden head rush. She keeps going, harder, her tight wet slit squelching to the rhythm of her frantic hand movements. She starts to become aware of her breathlessness as a thin layer of perspiration starts to build on her forehead. She know it will look strange if she appears a little flustered but she doesn't want the pleasure to end. She feels her heart almost skip a beat as she gets closer and closer. She wants to finish it, she can feel how close she is but she knows that with a little discipline it will be so much better if she waits and makes it last a little longer. She withdraws her digit with a breathless gasp and curiously sniffs her fingers, looking at them glisten in the firelight while tries to recover for a few seconds. Catching her breath before the onslaught of another frenzy. Her fingers are covered in her sticky juices and her lips are soaking wet. She can feel a damp patch as she slides her hand down her tight lacy lingerie, and the wet patch of the delicate cotton fabric peels away from her sweet lips. She returns her attention to her perfect little love bud and starts to rub it again only with none of the finesse of before. She rubs it in rough ...

... little circles as if she has an uncontrollable itch. She rubs it harder and faster, the sweat building up on her head as she frantically polishes her sparkling jewel as if it is a precious f****y heirloom with a terrible a stain on it. Which in a sense it is but for all the rubbing she is doing she makes it worse, soaking her most sensitive of organs in a layer of thick sticky nectar. She is breathless and feels hot headed as she frantically rubs herself as if she is holding a genie in a bottle between her legs capable of granting her one last urgent wish. Which in a sense she is. She bites her lip even harder and desperately holds her breath, trying to stop herself from groaning at the top of her voice. Instead she makes herself feel as if her head is about to explode as a sensation of faint heartedness fills her body and she becomes weak in the knees. Boiling over with the urge, no the need to groan, her wish is finally granted in an explosion of blissful joy, her knickers now soaked in her sweet ambrosia. She is breathless, her hand now completely covered in her thick slippery juices. She withdraws it and curious of the taste starts to lick her slippery wet fingers. It doesn't really taste of anything yet at the same time is extremely moreish. Instead of sating her appetite this sudden rush leaves her wanting more. She can hear her heart thumping against her ribcage as she pulls her dress back down and wipes her hand against it, drying what little moisture is left after she ...