Sandy Tim and Eddy - Sex Stories

Sandy Tim and Eddy

... Her head on my back as her free hand cupped my balls, my piss stream hitting the back of the pan with her hand controlling it`s direction. Suddenly her right hand pinched her forefinger over my foreskin sealing the outlet. The stream stopped, instantly diverted, I thought my skin would explode as pain ran up through my stiffening tool the loose skin ballooning as my bladder still pumped ship. She laughed, I let out a gasp and she released it again, she did that four times in all, I was unable to do more than just stand there and allow her to do whatever she desired. This angelic looking beauty was a master of her calling, By now I was suffering from utter frustration my balls blue, as I turned and faced her, wrenching my tool from her grasp as I did, she knelt and proceeded to drain my balls in a fashion that spoke of experience and the need of frustration, don’t get me wrong here she is no professional, she`s a gifted amateur who is at the pinnacle of her craft. She did not spill even a drip as her divine mouth took it all. What was left of the afternoon passed with her showing me some of her albums of pictures? Tim was quite a camera man, they had pictures from home and away mostly sexual, some of the adventures with dogs, some as secured victim`s, some with her as the recipient of a strong whipping, most stronger than hamster would have allowed, some with bl**d dripping from wounds inflicted by Tim , or others. In one she was impaled by a bedpost of mega proportions, in ...

... another she was riding a wooden horse; the resulting stiffy was for me spectacular, my dick like a rod of iron. He laughed at my discomfort so she suggested we go indoors, which stiffly we did, her bending her-self over the kitchen table taking hold of the far edge. The invite was obvious even to dim eddy, and my hands slid up under her summer frock tucking it up in her belt to find no knickers and the finest piece of tail I had seen, just smooth soft moist folds which were soon filled. Poor old eddy had little control over the next few minutes, his dick mind well in charge, instinct took over, deep thrusting sensational sex, her ooh`s and gasps were loud and long and not put on to impress. Together we reached our climaxes the pent up emotions of the last 18 months squirting deep into her body like a tsunami. My cock, limp now fell from its velvet sheath, and we stood, me at her back holding her tight as if I did not want to lose touch, kissing her neck, kissing as cum dripped down her naked legs onto the tiled floor. Her dress was still tucked up at the back into the belt of the dress my limp dick touching her cleft, we had been in another world, one just made for two, Shangri-La, extacey, call it what you will. The flash of Tim`s camera brought us back to reality, the moment past. I expected her to go clean up but no, for some reason she tucked the skirt of her thin dress into her belt all the way round, smiled at me then went and began work on something for our tea in the ...