Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca

... now positioned above him, amazed by the sight. Here was another fully shaved snatch! “What is going on here?” he wondered to himself, but was too inhibited to ask. Francesca’s slit was large with big swollen outer lips; the thinner, inner pair extended out her vulva. Her swollen clitoris poked out of its tent at the front, and it was clear that she was very wet already. A delicious musky smell invaded his nostrils as he put out his tongue and began to lick from the back. As he did so, Francesca lowered herself over him so that suddenly the outer lips went over his nose and mouth effectively preventing him from breathing. Drew was now completely out of control. Helpless and unable to move, he now depended on her. At this realisation, strange, intensely erotic feelings went through his head. Not exactly panic, rather a delicious and overwhelming passivity, a strong desire to give in, to surrender completely to her will. At the same time his cock swelled hard, feeling as though it would explode. The whole experience was intensely sensual. He became lightheaded, but, despite the pressure of her weight from above, he kept moving his lips against her labia and pushing his tongue up the tunnel above him. Francesca rocked back and forth gently for a few seconds and then lifted herself up, releasing him to breathe again. “Wow!” he gasped breathlessly, “That was so unexpected... but what a huge turn on!” “Yeah, we do it again,” she replied, face sitting him a second time, after ...

... giving him a few seconds to get his breath back, still keeping him pinned down and unable to breathe or move. He pushed his tongue up her tunnel as far as he could; a few seconds later, the light headedness returned. She was taking him right up to the edge again. Trusting her, he relaxed into the enticing miasma of blackness that started to overcome his consciousness, but then, just at the right moment, she lifted herself off again. His breath returned immediately and with it a sense of reality. “Fuck,” he blurted out gasping for air again, “that is amazing.” Francesca opened her thighs, releasing his hands so that he could slide a finger into her slit, whilst at the same time continuing to gnaw away at her clit. She arched her back, pushing her mound harder against his face. “Oh yes, finger me...deeper...deeper,” she moaned. A second finger slipped in, followed by a third, which pushed hard against the anterior wall. He worked his fingers gently upwards, teasing away at her flesh. Suddenly the spot was located, causing Francesca to explode into an intense orgasm, her pelvic floor muscles gripping his fingers hard, and a mouthful of juice suddenly flooding out onto his tongue, dribbling down his neck to soak the bed linen. He kept the teasing going, and a few seconds later was rewarded as second, less powerful, convulsion shook her pelvic contents, and he received another shower of juice on his face. “Oh fuck... don’t stop... fuck, fuck, fuck... Holy shit, damn... sod it... the ...