Dahlia and Darren - Sex Stories

Dahlia and Darren

... lick and slurp his tongue over every part of her pussy lips, clit, and inner walls as best he could. “You taste so good, Dahlia.” Darren said, climbing back on top of her, guiding himself in again. He began pumping away. She grabbed his face, planting a huge kiss on his mouth so she could confirm his opinion on the taste of her vaginal fluids. After several minutes, Darren sat up and pulled her with him. He went to his butt, with his legs outstretch in front him, Dahlia sank down on his cock and began grinding back and forth on his, riding herself to orgasm over and over. After what seemed like hours of lovemaking they were exhausted. Darren had trouble getting ready for work the next morning. When he returned around five hours later, she was there waiting for him, naked in the bath tub. He undressed and joined her. She sat on him again, as he gingerly sucked on her breast. This was their life now and Darren hoped her memories never came back. The only guilt Darren felt now was occasionally lying to Sandee when she invited them out or over; he was nervous that she would get suspicious. Eventually, after a few weeks, he couldn’t hide from her anymore. They went out to dinner and Dahlia never acted different. They held hands, yes, and she groped his thigh under the table, occasionally squeezing his cock for fun, but nothing changed really. They didn’t make out in front of Sandee. He felt silly, remembering that Dahlia was shy and quiet now; public displays of affection weren’t ...

... the norm. They loved sharing showers together. They would soap each other up and he would pound away into her. He loved hearing her moan echo in the bathroom with the loud flesh on flesh slapping sounds. Victor’s arraignment was on Valentine’s Day. He had confessed after his initial interrogation. He pleaded guilty to arson, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted murder. Just as the judge ended the session with a strike of his gavel, Dahlia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Darren sucked on her engorged clit. “I’m almost ready, hon!” Dahlia called out to Darren a couple weeks later. He was in the bathroom, getting ready for their evening out. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and thought how much that sounded like something a wife would say to her husband. They returned later that evening, slightly tipsy. Dahlia tickled Darren’s sides as their entered their home. He led her to their bedroom, kissing her the whole way. “Ahh yess!” She cried out in pleasure, sitting on Darren again. He was gritting his teeth and meeting her bounces with his own thrusts. He was holding on tightly. “I’m cumming!” She cried out, throwing her head back. “I love you!” He said, as his own orgasm overtook him. The two lovers collapsed back on the mattress, together in each other’s arms. Dahlia rested her head on his shoulder, looking to Darren’s face. He was catching his breath, smiling to the ceiling. After several moments, she sighed a sigh of happiness. Darren closed his eyes, ...