Polly,Sandy & Steve - Sex Stories

Polly,Sandy & Steve

... face while she pressed my head against her bare chest. I then felt her leg pressing against me. Pressing naked against me from my hip to my toes. I suddenly realised that she was joining in, she was now part of us, part of me. Was I concerned? Was I outraged or shocked? No not a bit. Somehow and for some reason it seemed absolutely normal. Overwhelmed by my situation and lack of sex it wasn't at all surprising that I started to feel my orgasm building again. But it wasn't like before. As Steve occasionally moved around inside me, my body would shudder with ecstasy and low moans would escape from my mouth. As they happened, Sandy would whisper to me and stroke my face and hair. As I clearly became more aroused and comfortable they both became more adventurous and as they did, I responded and reciprocated. It was pleasure I’ve never experienced before and I drifted along that plane just beneath climaxing where my entire mind and body are so sensitised but not totally. Boundaries became blurred and edges merged together. It was almost as if I lost the clarity to understand where my body ended and where theirs began. It was as though we were one mass of naked entwined, sexually aroused flesh with no separation. We were all connected, me completely to Steve, and Sandy beside me with our bodies entwined. My arm had slipped around her and she was cradling my face to her breasts. Steve caressed my breasts as he surged slowly in and out of me and how I wasn’t already climaxing, I’ll ...

... never know. I saw that his hands were not just roaming over my body, but that he was also caressing, stroking Sandy. Her fingers trailed down both his and mine. My hands had found the tender, smoothness of her back and unconsciously had stroked, it sliding up and down and towards her shoulders then back down to where the roundness of her ass sank into the softness of the bed. His hands found my breasts and he squeezed moulded my sensitive flesh. He bent his body so that his mouth could reach my hardened nipples and with a wantonly slurping sound he took them into his mouth. Sandy's fingers slid down from my chin, slowly but purposefully. With her other hand she turned my face so our eyes met as her fingers went further towards my breasts. We looked into each other’s eyes they continued moving… continuing to a destination of which we were now both aware. Her eyes were looking to mine for a signal. I guess, a red light or a green one, or a sign from me that implied no or one that said yes. The merest shake of my head or a look in my eyes that indicated my disapproval. It wouldn’t come and the nodding of my head or the look of agreement or the closing of my eyes would tell her that her fingers would be welcome guests on my aching breasts cried for more attention. I smiled, I nodded and with my eyes closed, I felt her caress my breasts, fondle them, touch them and squeeze my nipples so delicately. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me. We gazed at each other as smiles slowly ...