String Of Pearls - Sex Stories

String Of Pearls

... pleasure through me, so who was I to complain? I could feel my heart rate rising and my pussy getting wet, I knew this was going to be good. Almost as if he had suddenly remembered what he had been doing, he abandoned my breasts, lightly tapped the sides of my ass cheeks, indicating I should rise up a little while he removed my panties. Then first removing his shoes and socks, he stood up, dropped his pants and underwear and stepped out of them. I saw the raging boner, figured it was time, turned to the side in order to lie back on the bed. Charley put a hand on my shoulder and simply said, “Not yet.” I turned back to face him. This really was going to be good. I don’t know if this was his way of paying me back for having sucked him off the last time or some kind make up sex for his inadvertent rough treatment, but we were going to start with him eating me out. What more could a girl ask for? Kneeling in front of me, he put his hands on my knees and pushed them apart. I leaned back on my elbows, sliding my hips to the edge of the bed to give him better access. He leaned in kissing my inner thighs, working his way towards my waiting pussy. Once there he first kissed the outer lips, then his tongue lashed out, running up and down between them. I laid all the way back crossways on the bed and began to moan loudly as his thumbs spread me wide open and he licked the inner lips before moving up to my aching clitoris. I was on my way to a shuddering orgasm. Everything he did from ...

... there drove me to higher and higher levels of ecstasy as I lay on the bed, my hands gripping the bedspread, eyes closed, breathing hard, lost completely in a world of passion. As I recall, I couldn’t say anything coherent, just a jumble of “ooos” and “ahhs” with an occasional “please, please” thrown in. Who the fuck wants to talk at a time like that anyway? Not me! Charley then moved on to the classic finger fuck, making a fist, pushing his extended middle finger into me, the knuckle of his index finger banging against my swollen clit as he worked it in and out of me. I was beside myself, my hands now covering my face as I began to sob uncontrollably. Pulling his finger out briefly, he unclenched his fist, and then worked two fingers into my now soaking wet cunt where it felt like he kind of crossed them and began twisting them back and forth, the asymmetrical shape causing my cuntlips to stretch and contract irregularly as the fingers rotated in me. I was now out of control; all I was really aware of was the monstrous orgasm that was building within me. Charley, while continuing to ream my snatch, managed to climb on the bed next to me to where he could get at my tits, which he started kissing and sucking on. My hands moved from my face one grabbing him by the hair, the other the back of his neck as I pulled him tightly to me. It was all too much, triggering a thunderous orgasm. I cried out loudly as wave after wave of erotic pleasure washed through me, my vaginal contractions ...