Freedom 3. On My Own - Sex Stories

Freedom 3. On My Own

... thong, and, finally, touched my vulva directly. Soon his finger pushed between my lips and found my slippery clit.

"Oh God," I moaned. The thought flitted through my head that my angry God might not approve, but it wasn't long before Roger's fingers were in my vagina and his thumb played with my clit. I couldn't wait any longer and wrapped my lips around his cock. He began thrusting in my mouth, and I began bucking as I felt an orgasm build. Then Roger did something I wasn't expecting. He rolled on top of me with his shaft plunging in and out of my mouth while he covered my mound with his mouth. His tongue lapped at my clit, driving me over the edge while his fingers plunged in and out.

I sucked harder and harder on his cock 'til it was obvious he was about to cum. He forced his tongue into my love canal and began fucking me that way. Our mutual climax began. The first jet of his semen erupted in my mouth. My belly contracted violently bringing my hips up to his face over and over. Even my feet were on fire. His strokes each shot another load of his juice into my throat. I thought I was about to pee, but I didn't stop. I felt something contract, but not my bladder. It seemed like my juices had squirted him in the face, and soon a hot stream of fluid ran down past my asshole.

When our orgasms subsided, we stayed in that position. I continued to suck and slurp on his softening shaft. He kept using his tongue in and out and all around my pussy. I could feel his face ...

... was wet. My clit was still on fire. It almost hurt when he licked me there. We rolled onto our sides and continued our play. I had a knee up to give him access, and he pressed his cock against my face so I could gnaw on it.

I felt his arm reach around my waist and grab my butt cheek. Then his finger, still damp from my pussy, rimmed my asshole. He sucked on my clit and fingered me with the other hand until I had another, somewhat lesser orgasm. I gave him the same pleasure at his rear as I sucked on his organ.

Eventually, Roger's shaft was erect again. I knew what I needed. I pushed him over onto his back and sat on his belly facing him. As I rose up and held his shaft upright, I mocked his earlier question, "Are you OK with this?" As he nodded, I eased myself down. It felt so wonderful. I just sat on his cock for a while appreciating its pressure against my cervix. Why had I put off lovemaking like this for so many years?

Roger grabbed both of my tits and squeezed gently. I began sliding up and down on his cock. He pushed up inside of me every time. I rode him like that for several minutes, grateful it was round two for him. I leaned over to be able to join my mouth with his. Now it was his thrusts between my legs that provided the action. Our moans were embarrassingly loud in the hotel room.

We rolled over into missionary position. He propped himself up on his hands as his penis hammered my vagina. My hips were free to push up against every stroke.

I was pretty ...