For all the wifes / our special time - Sex Stories

For all the wifes / our special time

... shoots from their tips to the pit of your stomach. As he moves along your body, hovering just above it, you feel his penis, erect, inflamed, pressing into your thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing gently up and down. You feel his breath panting on your neck, and the extinguished flame of your desire rises again from the ashes. You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently at the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on the skin of your shoulders. Your hands move along his back, stroking the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his skin. You feel his body begin to thrust at your vaginal entrance, and you sense his need through the insistence of his movements. Your hands run down his back and grip his iron hard buttocks, and you pull gently, encouraging his joining with you. As he feels your hands pulling him firmly toward you, he thrusts forward, and your well lubricated vagina engulfs his engorged penis. You both gasp with pleasure at the penetration. His smooth stiff penis begins to stroke rhythmically, and with each pistoning movement he seems to fill you completely. His body is very strong, and his desire for you is intense, but his movement is surprisingly gentle. This strong, hard man is making love to you, and the sudden realization of it brings on an orgasmic release which is as unexpected as it is pleasurable. You rock together in a rhythm as old as time, as waves of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the spiritual plane wash over you both. As ...

... your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting grows gentler, virtually stopping at times. Still he moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle thrust of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of the other sensations you have created together. You have no sense of time, or place, only the joining, the oneness. You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles a growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part of his primal being as the white hot fire in your belly is of yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to finish the act, to leave part of himself inside you. You feel this need building with every pistoning of his massively erect penis, with every thrust of his hips. You can feel his buttocks clenching with increasing desperation as he nears his completion. As you feel this need, you want to join him fully. His increasingly powerful thrusts are greeted with your own ever more powerful thrusts as you strive together to join in this most human of acts. You pound together, stripped of intellect, reduced to primitive a****ls, grunting, panting, sweat intermingling, senseless, inflamed , and desperately reaching for each other. In a moment his thrusting becomes beyond his control. You open yourself totally pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until he moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at the moment you feel his ...