Glamour Shots, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 24

We never made it to the bedroom. By the time we got to the stairs I had to find out how her smooth sex would feel against my lips, so with her skirt hiked up and me kneeling three steps below her I did. She sat on the edge of the landing, leaning back slightly, one hand behind her and legs spread as I kissed my way up her thighs, playing slightly, teasing, but far too eager to dawdle. When my lips met hers she gasped, and tangled her fingers in my hair so that she could feel me moving as I tongued her. I’d never before had the pleasure of performing oral sex on a sweet, wet pussy so perfectly smooth, and while it was no better and no worse than what she’d felt like yesterday it was new and different, and very exciting for me. There was a unique erotic charge to it somehow, despite the fact that it was still my Allison and she still tasted the same, it was still her intoxicatingly sexy scent, still the same little hard clit that I’d spent so many happy moments enjoying over the years, and her sounds and reactions were the same. This was not a new lover, although in some ways it seemed that different; maybe it was the things she’d revealed to me about her past and her true nature more than it was her smooth sex. Whatever the reason, I was ragingly hard and leaking profusely as I brought her to the first of several orgasms with my lips and tongue. I don’t know how long I focused my attention on her, or how many times she came, but I was aware of the feel of her fingers in my ...

... hair going from stroking to grasping, and of her pulling me forward in that way, grinding herself against my lips as her body finally exploded into a massive, shattering orgasm. Her juices filled my mouth as I pressed into her and she cried out, my tongue crushing her clit, and when it ended she went totally limp, only an occasional shudder passing through her. I was so horny by then, so desperate for release that I stood and stepped up, straddling her, quickly unzipping and freeing my cock from my pants as I did. I was rigid and slick with pre-cum, the head of my penis and much of the shaft glistening wetly. I aligned myself with her face, and she took me into her warm and willing mouth, and I came. It took seconds – if that - for me to begin emptying every bit of my pent-up arousal into her mouth, and the suddenness and intensity of it took us both by surprise. I gushed – for lack of a better word – filling her mouth to overflowing, still spurting as she allowed me to slip from her lips so that she could swallow. I painted her lips, cheek, and chin with cum, and sprayed a fair bit onto her neck and her lovely dress as well. When I finally ran dry, my body drained, I sank down onto the landing next to her. I was exhausted suddenly, and my legs were quivering, too weak to hold me. I slowly stroked her arm, and she turned to look at me, a strand of my semen suspending from her chin. “Wow! I’m going to say that the wax job gets your seal of approval. You nearly drowned me!” I ...