Good Vibrations - Sex Stories

Good Vibrations

... the bed, she went back to the nightstand and came back with a sleeping mask that she used when she needed to sleep during the day after an all-night shift at the hospital. She saw the quizzical look on my face as she climbed back over me. “I asked if you wanted to hear some more, not watch,” she said, smiling. She lifted my head and fitted the mask over my eyes. I guess that she was satisfied that I could not see, because after feeling her shift around a bit, I heard the whir of her vibrator come on again. There was more shifting, and I sensed that her pussy was right over my face. I flicked my tongue to see just how close. She tapped me gently on the head. “There’ll be none of that, mister,” she admonished. The buzzing sound from her toy grew louder as she brought it to her pelvis; then became slightly muffled as she must have brought it in contact with her pussy. “Oh, yeah, that’s so good,” she sighed. From the change in pitch and volume, I could tell that she was running it the length of her slit. I could feel her shifting her hips as she pleasured herself, while the viscous liquid of her arousal flowed freely out, dripping onto my face. There was another change in pitch; not only from her toy but from her mouth as she started a combined whimpering/groaning mantra while she apparently applied the tip directly to her clit and came. “God that felt good! That was one of the juiciest cums I’ve ever had,” she cooed, as she turned off the buzzing machine. “I’m so wet. And so ...

... hot. And still so horny…” She shifted a little again, and I could hear a sluicing sound just above my face. “Oh yeah, ooh, god that’s good. You know what I’m doing, Britt? I’m fucking myself with my toy. I’m making it go in and out, just like your cock does. Can you hear it?” I listened closely, and heard a moist, sliding sound. I could, and I told her so. “Doesn’t that sound hot? My pussy’s all squishy and wet. It’s sliding in and out so easily.” She kept it up for a while, and I was going crazy having to listen to something other than my dick invade her depths, giving her that kind of pleasure. But, finally, I felt her grab the headboard for support as she sped up the thrusting of her hips. In my mind’s eye I could see her speed up the pumping motion of her pseudo-phallus; confirmed by her grunts and groans and the obvious liquid sounds of the rapid, repeated penetration. This time her orgasm was accompanied by an actual shriek as she collapsed against my face, finally giving me oral access to her now soaked quim. I immediately took advantage as my tongue leapt out from between my lips; earning me another rap on the head. “If you wanted a taste, all you had to do was ask, dear. Do you want a taste? Do you want to taste how hot my pussy is?” “Yes, baby. Please.” I heard her sigh, then say, “Open up, sweetie.” I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue in anticipation of her laying her wet pussy on my mouth; but instead felt and tasted some disappointment as she slid the vibrator, ...