Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca

... towards her burying his face in her generous bosom. “Have you been playing with yourself then?” as she put her other hand underneath the covers and pushed her fingers lightly down his chest and over his belly. “Oh yes you have, haven’t you?” she giggled as she gripped his now erect penis. “And you are naked in there, waiting for me, aren’t you?” With that, Francesca stood up. Both hands grabbed the bed covers and pulled them off, completely exposing him, leaving his pole, standing rigidly to attention, in full view. “Oh yes... very naughty boy,” she laughed at him as she grabbed the penis and slid her fingers vigorously up and down it, gently easing back his foreskin, and exposing the purple helmet beneath. “We like this too...”she continued, as she bent right over and placed the bell end in her mouth. Drew, a little taken aback by all the sudden attention, relaxed and lay there basking in intense pleasure as she sucked and slurped eagerly on his pipe. The intense teasing aroused him as rapidly as any lingering thoughts of protest evaporated. Growing abruptly, he slipped back down the bed, opening his legs thrusting his pelvis forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Intense, uncontrollable feelings rose up from the base of his penis and there was a subtle twitching in his pelvic floor as a little spurt of pre-cum erupted onto her tongue. Francesca tasted the salty emission with unconcealed delight. Not wishing to bring matters to a head quite that quickly, and ...

... contemporaneously aware of her own state of arousal, she squeezed the root of his penis tight, before lifting her head away. “Slow down,” she said looking intently at him. Francesca straightened up to her full height and took her belt off. Next, she slowly undid all the buttons down the front of her tunic. As they opened her breasts flopped forward to reveal their full glory. Peeling the tunic back, Francesca proudly showed him that she had neither a bra nor any knickers on. She was completely, breathtakingly, naked underneath the tunic. For both of them, the sex genie was now well out of its bottle. Francesca leaned over and planted a kiss full on his mouth. Her lips were soft and forgiving and, as their tongues met, Drew tasted a strange salty flavour. It was the first time he had ever experienced that; she had retained his posset in her mouth for him to taste. The notion, being taboo, bothered him a bit, but there was no time for that now. “Your turn,” she said and sat on top of him as he still lay in the bed. “Now suck me off, eat my pussy!” Francesca rose up on her knees and moved forward so that his head now lay between her warm copious thighs. She pinned his shoulders under her knees and, rocking alternately sideways, trapped his hands along his sides securing his wrists under her ankles. Drew offered no resistance to this erotic imprisonment; mesmerised by the whole action into total compliance, he just let everything happen. As she secured him, he looked up at her pussy, ...