Confessionns - Sex Stories

Confessionns

... enjoying herself. “What do you mean heavy petting?” I asked. That could be a whole range of things. She laughed. “I guess it was the whole range. Finger fuck for me to jerk-offs but there really wasn't all that many times. If we hadn't moved things might have been different but that really changed things. We didn't know people all that much. Things were different. There wasn't that wild group anymore. I never really was all that interested in anyone. Besides who could I trust.” “So after we moved that was no more fooling around?” I pressed. She smiled, “Not entirely. Like I said, Jim and I got together once early on. One time when Bill A had a birthday and we went to their house for the weekend. Bill and I went for midnight swim. He talked me into skinny dipping while we had dinner. After a while we ended up on the raft rolling around, giving each other some oral sex. At one point we were kind of teasing each other.” She laughed, I can still remember the feeling of my pussy rubbing his hard cock. At the time I could feel the head of it kind of slip inside my pussy lips at times. I would move and it would slip away and we would start again. Every once in a while it would slip in an inch or so. Finally, one time it got in a little more then usual and I stopped teasing and let it make it's way in all the way. I was on top at the time and I guess I fucked him more then him me. He ...

... filled me up with a creamy load.” “You like those creamy loads don't you?” I asked. Sandy laughed, sucking a sticky finger that just left her pussy. “You know I do. You seemed to like it too. One day you started feeling me up after Jim and I had been together. You teased me because I had on my favorite jeans on. You didn't know I just slipped them back on. (Sandy favorite jeans were a pair she altered the seam in the crotch in. She removed the stitching about two inches. The hole wasn't that apparent unless she sat down and spread her legs so no one really knew. However wearing them turned her on. She would ware them at times when she was in the mood. She got a kick when she felt the air blow by. The breeze teased her pussy and she could easily finger herself.) In any case that afternoon you didn't know it but you were fingering Jim's mess inside me. You had sloppy seconds.” I laughed. “I wished I knew. At the time I just thought I caught you playing with yourself.” “Do you remember?” She asked. “Oh yes. Now you got me wanting to try it again.” “I will have to see. I will get back to you on that.” She laughed. “Were there any others?” I asked. “I'm not going to say any more till you confess up to me.” Sandy answered. “I'm sure you have more to tell. You first.” I laughed. “Sure why not but you got to fess up yourself and tell all. “Ok but only after you.” Sandy poured herself more wine.