The Party Gift: Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift: Ch. 3

... passion and she dramatically increased the velocity of her thrusts; pounding her cock furiously, deeper and deeper inside me; growling like a wild animal. Sweat was racing down her seething body, sprinkling onto my stomach and breasts as she fucked me. Pumping with unbelievable vigor and speed, the searing pleasure nearly splitting me in half, Deanna suddenly stabbed me hard and deep as I collapsed on my back, arching it toward the ceiling as my howls of pleasure reverberated off of it. My left leg slid off her shoulder and joined my right in locking around her waist as Deanna toppled down atop me; her beautiful breasts mashing themselves against mine while her cock was still buried deep inside me. Both of us were gasping for air and I could feel Deanna's heart literally thudding against my chest as I held her against me; digging my fingernails deep into the skin of her sweat soaked back. Deanna regained her composure quickly and was soon lathering my neck with licks and suckling kisses as she sensually burrowed the cock around inside me. Bracing herself up on her arms, Deanna resumed her feverous pelvic thrusts; pounding that cock with an unrelenting and merciless rhythm deep into me. Suddenly, her hands went around my throat as she stabbed that cock ever faster and deeper inside me. My hands groped desperately at the sheets and at the headboard, my screams were reaching octaves higher than I ever thought humanly possible. The air in the room was very stale; stifling hot ...

... and inundated with the forbidden odors of passion! Deanna and I were both so saturated with sex, sweat and tears that we might as well have been swimming. Our bodies were slick; glistening in the dim light of the room for it was already well into the evening and the daylight was fading. Our hair was completely waterlogged and the long locks were sticking to our sweaty skin. The sheets and mattress too, were soaked clear to the box springs. Deanna pummeled me with such vigor and wanton desire until she suddenly collapsed in an exhausted pile on top of me and I held her close; grazing my fingers over her sweaty body. We rested for several moments, kissing so deeply and passionately. We breathed each other’s air and sipped from each other’s soul. Again, time was standing still. Then suddenly, she sprung up and turned me over onto all fours. Where was the energy coming from? To this day, even Deanna herself cannot explain it. And yet, it happens very frequently when me make love. Deanna positioned herself directly behind me, spread my legs, slipped in between them and impaled me once more, holding me by the hips and digging her fingernails into my skin as she pummeled me. The enormous bed frame was slamming against the wall as my orgasmic howls and Deanna’s guttural roars of frenzied passion and desire bounced off them and the ceiling simultaneously. Finally, the very last vestige of her physical strength was spent and Deanna slipped out from inside me and fell over backwards onto ...