Anne and George go Camping in France - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Anne and George go Camping in France - Part 2

... masculine fingers excited within her cunt, and he had to hold her up as she writhed in the throes of another unbelievably sweet orgasm. Meanwhile, back at their tent, George too was being introduced to the novel experience, for him, of a morning blow job. While he was still no more than half awake, Margrethe had slipped quietly into the tent, and pushing the duvet to one side, began to make love to him. "Oh George," she murmured, "you have such a beautiful cock, I can't get enough of it. I hope that later tonight my pussy might get fully acquainted with it. I am consumed with desire to ride you, and feel you pump me full of your cum." When she saw that George was properly roused, Margrethe turned round on the bed, still stroking his cock, and straddled his face, lowering her pussy over his mouth. The smell and taste of her sex acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on George, and he thrust his tongue between the swollen lips of her pussy, and as far as he could into her cunt to feast on her nectar. The raw sensuality of the situation was so intense that every nerve ending in George's body was on fire. The way Margrethe's erect nipples brushed against his stomach, and the feeling of her soft lips sliding down the length of his shaft, were taking him to levels of exquisite pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings. Every muscle and sinew in George's body was now focused on his rapidly building orgasm, his buttocks lifting off the bed as he thrust his cock hard and fast into his ...

... partner's willing mouth. The climax when it came, was like an explosion, an orgy of thrusting and grinding, licking and sucking, both lovers writhing in paroxysms of ecstasy, until they collapsed in exhaustion, totally satiated. This was how Anne found them when she returned from her shower, Margrethe still lying where she had collapsed, her head on George's thigh, while he was gently stroking the soft flesh of her hips and bottom. Anne was strangely moved by the tenderness of the sight, and was reluctant to break them up. She was eager to tell George all about her latest experience with Jan, although slightly nervous about his reaction, so she coughed quietly to attract their attention. Looking up with a satisfied smile on her face, Margrethe disengaged from George's arms, slid off the bed, and giving Anne a quick kiss on the lips, went back to her own tent. "George darling," she said somewhat tremulously, "I have a confession. Jan came into the wash block when I was showering. I was squeezing my tits, and playing with my pussy, thinking about the delicious things we did last night, so when he came into the shower cubicle, and finger fucked my pussy, I was almost out of my mind with pleasure. After that I was just putty in his hands, and I was powerless to resist when he lifted my leg and put the head of his cock in the entrance to my cunt. Oh, I am sorry George, but I let him go all the way and fuck me properly, and as he started pumping me full of his hot cum, looking me straight ...