Morocco - Sex Stories

Morocco

... your body, along your sides, along your breasts, along your thighs. You were quiet as this play took place, only the occasional inward gasp of breath. I had his fingers trace your face and neck. I had his hands make circles on your belly. I took his cheek and brushed across your thighs. You swirled in contentment and rising desire. My young friend became aroused as well. I disrobed him to reveal an enormous erection, a dark penis so thick at its base that I could not put my hand around it. It curved upward in a long, thick arc, a mahogany spear with a bright carmine head. I laid him alongside you and you arched a leg around him, commanding him to enter. You touched his smooth chest and started suddenly, "What?!" you gasped. "Shuuush, my love. This is a gift. Take it in." You acquiesced; knowing the lover to your front was not I, but another. Your encircled leg tightened and impaled you deep upon Hamid's huge cock. You kissed hungrily and began to rock, and he to you. At this, I removed the mask my cravat had made and you gazed upon the young man who thrust deeply into your body. His smooth brown face and red mouth became your food. You pushed and pulled seeking his cock. Watching this erotic dance, I too became aroused. Removing my trousers, I joined you in the bed, stroking your back and reaching for your breasts from behind. Hamid grunted as he thrust himself against you. I reached down and felt the pulsing course of cock and cunt. The ...

... place between your thighs was slick with the mingling of two fucking bodies. I stroked his cock as I stroked your cunt. My fingers became slick with your lubricant. I needed to join this dance. I lay as a spoon to your back and kissed your neck. Your arched leg about the boy gave entrance to a dark place as you rocked back and forth. With my own penis, I slid myself into your vault and you moaned again, completely filled. You had become the meat of a sandwich of men, and yet it was into you to whom they plunged and clung so deeply. Your loins became a pendulum of pleasure as your pelvis was filled in any direction you moved. The rhythm that had been slow and steady built faster and more urgent. The three of us rushing into each other's bodies. You clawed the young body in front of you, thrusting his horn into your belly. The thickness of his cock rubbing all of you completely. Your tongue plunged wildly into his mouth as mine plunged deeply into your ear. All became a confusion of sense and sweat that had no boundary or beginning as you cried. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," became a mantra as you thrust back and forth. In waves, you began to shudder, and there was no more control to your dance. Your head arched back to senselessly kiss me as your body throbbed upon two men who had faded into unreality. We stroked you quietly in the sunlight for some time. Spent. Completed. The smell of oranges and cinnamon came into the room on the breeze.