Glamour Shots, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 22

... Arnold, ‘I’ll be back’…just not quite this soon.” She giggled. “Nothing like a good Schwarzenneger quote to set a sexy mood. I’m really horny, you know.” “Yes, I can tell – but was that a non-sequitur, or a confirmation that Arnold does things for you?” I wrapped my arm around her thigh as I spoke, slowly sliding my hand up her leg, caressing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she parted her legs slightly, encouraging me to continue. “Arnold, definitely; touch me.” “I am.” “More!” “Demanding wench!” I gently parted her lips with my fingers, the soft heat and wetness of her sending a thrill through me. Sliding my fingers back and forth in her slit, enjoying the feel of her tender folds, I felt a shudder run through her as her hips began to move, meeting my touch. “God, Davey…that feels so good!” “It’s supposed to. You are absolutely dripping wet… but then, you probably already knew that.” She laughed softly. “Let’s say I had a hunch. Is that a problem?” “No! Kinda makes my mouth water, actually.” I pushed two fingers into her, and the sound of her gasp came at the same instant that her hot pussy clamped down on me, squeezing my fingers. I smiled. “You like?” “Ohhh, fuck!” “I’ll take that as a yes.” I began to finger-fuck her, sliding in and out of her tight heat as my thumb mashed her hard clit against her body. She moved with me, thrusting herself against my hand, taking my fingers in as far as they would reach. I felt her body ...

... spasm when I stroked the front wall of her pussy with my fingertips, and I knew I’d found the right spot. After that it didn’t take long for her to reach a climax, a sudden tensing and rigidity seizing her body as her orgasm took control of her, and I continued to work my fingers into her as she came, moaning and crying out. As her orgasm slowly passed, she melted against me. “Good gawd, I needed that! Now I need about six more of those, please.” I laughed. “Any reason we have to stop at six?” She looked thoughtful. “No, I suppose not… unless your tongue is getting tired.” “I think I can manage; my tongue is a finely-honed athlete, you know.” I slowly withdrew my hand from her pussy, my fingers dripping with her sweet honey. As I did, she seized my wrist and brought my sopping fingers up to my lips, then bent forward and trapped them between her lips and mine. Together we sucked and licked all of her glorious juices off my fingers, our tongues and lips finding each other often in the process. It was intensely arousing and romantic (to me, anyway!) and I felt my cock begin to swell as we shared her bounty. My fingers clean, though still wet, she moved so that her breasts were at my lips, leaning over me. I sucked one hard rosy nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it more roughly than I usually would, and felt her respond. When that one became too sensitive she moved so that I could give the same attention to her other breast, and after a brief time she shuddered and pulled ...