Déjà Vu - Part Two - Sex Stories

Déjà Vu - Part Two

... the roof of her vagina, and began stroking it while licking her clit at the same time. She had another explosive orgasm, so strong that she screamed as she jammed her cunt against my face and gushed even more liquid. I rose to my knees, draping her splayed limbs over my thighs as I moved my rock-hard dick up to her entrance. I ran the head up and down, wetting it before putting it up against her maidenhead. Using all the self-restraint that I could muster, I gently pushed forward. I could feel the tight ring of flesh yielding before my penetrating member, then gripping the shaft tightly as it slid past the coronal edge of my circumcised spear. Chari moaned a little, and I stopped. “Did I hurt you?” “No, no. It feels good. Please, god, don’t stop. Keep going.” I watched as the rest of my eight inches went in, inch by inch, until my balls were snug up against her ass. It felt like my penis was encased in hot, wet, velvet. I could feel her vaginal walls gripping every inch of my erect member, her muscles expanding and contracting to the rhythm of her breathing. As much as I would have loved to just stay buried to the hilt inside her, I knew that thrusting in and out would feel even better. I slowly slid about halfway out, then slowly pushed back in. I did this about a dozen or so times; keeping a slow, steady pace. When Chari started thrusting back, I went a little faster, and a little harder. Soon, I was slamming into her with abandon, and she was reciprocating; letting out ...

... little yelps every time I buried myself. I could tell that I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I wanted her to cum with me insider her first. I slowed down to long, measured strokes before coming to a complete stop inside her; then searched out her clit. Everything was so wet that lubrication wasn’t an issue. I slid the protective hood back from her engorged organ and started to slowly massage it. She started bucking and grunting, went rigid for a second, and then all hell broke loose. I could barely stay in her as she thrashed about the bed, repeating the refrain, “Oh god! Oh god!” over and over. I had never experienced anything like it; it was the wildest orgasm I had ever seen a woman have. The most intense part of her climax must have lasted a good twenty seconds. I waited until she was almost back to normal, then started thrusting in and out again. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me in on the intake. I was humping with urgency now, and she realized that I was heading for an orgasm. Using her legs, she slowed me down. “Are you getting ready to cum?” she asked. “Yes, why?” “You can cum on my stomach or my tits, but not my face.” “What?” I was trying to figure out what this was all about. “I’ve seen porn. I know that guys like to pull out and cum on their partner. I’m just not keen about getting a face-full of goo.” “Oh, sweetheart,” I said, “this isn’t porn. This is real life. I can pull out and cum on you if you want, but that isn’t what I was planning.” ...