Naughty Theater of the Mind - Sex Stories

Naughty Theater of the Mind

... flesh with my wet tongue, I moved my hand between her legs. Remembering John, I grabbed his cock and dropped to my knees between the two. Feeling Anne’s hands on my raven black hair, with two fingers inside Anne and my other hand wrapped around John’s cock, I let my body take over. I didn’t care who did these terrible, wonderful things. All I experienced was love coming from deep within me. My gut contracted as I licked Anne’s protruding clit, tasting her essence. She shivered and her legs spammed as I continued my onslaught on her clit and pussy. John forced himself closer and pushed his cock against my face. Shifting my focus from Anne’s pussy to John’s cock, gave me another moment to admire the beauty of god’s gift to humankind, our sexuality and this beautiful act of making love. It was if I was in prayer, thanking the divine for this gift. Sucking on John’s cock, I pulled my fingers from Anne’s pussy and moved away from between them. I slowly stroked John’s erection between Anne’s pussy lips before I pushed it into her wetness. Getting up, I pressed them together. They kissed. The first time in two weeks. I turned and started dressing. Hearing their panting I looked around and saw Anne on top of the table with John deep inside her. I was happy and I didn’t know why. Maybe that was the answer I was looking for.