Bacon And Eggs - Sex Stories

Bacon And Eggs

... harder, and bigger, before it squirts," I said.

It was unbelievably tight inside her. My finger was only to the second knuckle and it felt like I was stretching her.

As she rubbed me, I took off her shirt with my free hand. She swept her hair behind her and pushed out her breasts.

"Do you like them?"

I wanted to lose control. To bend down and take her entire small breast into my mouth. But I don't want to scare her. Instead, I brushed one breast with my free hand.

"Do you ever touch these?" I asked

She nodded. Her hand clamped tighter on my penis and she stroked faster.

"When I'm touching myself. I squeeze them."

"Do you play with your nipples?"

I rolled hers gently between my thumb and index finger. My other hand still cupped her vagina, my finger inside, almost all the way now.

She moaned. "Yeah ... I do."

A trickle of juices ran down her thigh.

I curled my finger against the front of her pussy and rubbed her inside.

"Ohhhh."

Her slender hips thrusted against my hand.

I was close. My penis twitched in her hand, the dripping head rubbing against her stomach, when her vaginal muscles clenched my finger.

When I felt her clench, I let go of her breast, wrapped my arm around her waist, and started fingering her faster.

She was small and light and deliciously vulnerable in my arms.

"Ohhhh ... Ohhhh," she gasped, and her legs opened wide as her feet came off the floor.

I had never so badly wanted to make a girl cum in my ...

... life. As my finger moved inside her, I heard her moans change pitch and her breathing speed up when I touched a certain spot. I focused all my attention on that spot.

I could barely talk, but I rasped, "Too much?"

Her body started to shudder.

"No...no...not too much," she gasped.

Her hips shook and jerked against my hand. She stroked my erection desperately.

I lost control in the best way, and started to thrust wildly in her hand.

"Fuck!" I groaned, and shot hot sperm all over her bare stomach.

She squealed. I kept fingering her as my sperm slid down her stomach and met my hand.

"Tell me when to stop," I said as she moaned into my shoulder.

"Don't! Don't stop!"

By now her vagina had opened. One finger moved easily inside her. I shifted her in my arm, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I slid my hand to her little butt to support her weight, and kept fingering her. Her fluids drenched my hand, and I slipped the tip of a second finger inside her.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

My cum was warm and sticky between us as she clasped me tight. My fingers were a mess of us both as they flashed in and out of her.

I worried I was too deep, too fast, but she was gasping and writhing in the best way, and I'd never wanted to own someone's orgasm more completely. Her body was out of her control, shaking and bucking against me as I held her tight and fucked her with my fingers. When she bit into my shoulder and hung on with her teeth, I knew not to ...