The Picnic - Sex Stories

The Picnic

... leaning back with my hands supporting me. My tits were exposed to the sun, the slight breeze and Tom’s adoring gaze and roaming hands. He leaned down took one of my nipples into his mouth, nibbling, biting gently as it grew into protruding little pleasure buttons. Tom then gave equal attention to the other tit. The pleasure had the wetness in my pussy building. Tom slid his hands down to raise my skirt to my waist. Surprised to find panties, he got a slow sexy smile on his face, knowing why I, who never wore panties, had some on. We had played this game before. He started to rub my pussy through the panties, soaking the cotton crotch. His finger slid under the panties to play with my clit then slip down and into my wet waiting pussy. I moaned a he started to finger me. I had to get those panties off. I leaned forward and lifted my ass off the table so Tom could slip the panties down and off. He brought them up to his nose and smelled the sweet hot scent of my pussy. He moaned, set the panties on the table as he went down to bury his face in my pussy. He tongued my clit, sucked on it then moved in to tongue fuck my dripping wet pussy. I leaned back and enjoyed the pleasure he gave me. Tom had always known just how to make me cum and had me cumming multiple times in no time at all. After the fourth time I leaned forward pulling him up to kiss me. He had a full beard and mustache and his facial hair was glistening with my juices. We kissed as I licked my juices off his face. ...

... Mmm, damn, I tasted so good on his face. I just had to have his cock, covered with my wetness, in my mouth. He helped me jump down off the table. I turned around so he could enter me from behind. His cock was standing at attention, ready for some of that hot action. He slid right into that hot wet pussy that was puffy and swollen from all the fine attention he had given it with his mouth and fingers. Tom’s hands were on my hips as he drove his cock into my hot wet center, almost pulled it out then dove back in. We stood fucking and grinding for several minutes, both of us enjoying the melding of our bodies and the sounds of my sloppy wet pussy. I could feel my wetness starting to run down the insides of my legs. I didn’t want Tom to cum in my pussy yet, I still wanted him in my mouth, covered with my juices. I turned and told Tom it was my turn. I asked him to sit on the picnic table. I sat on the bench in front of him. Cupping his balls in my hand I brought his cock to my mouth. Running my tongue around the head I got a taste of my sweet wet pussy. I ran my tongue around the sulcus, that lip on the helmet that had caught and stored some of my tasty wetness. I began gently closing and opening my mouth, so my lips were able to join in the fun but my tongue still had priority. His raging hard cock tasted so good slathered in my juices. I ran my tongue down one side back up the other, circling in an eager dance as it got back up to the head of his cock. I always like to start out ...