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

Anne and George go Camping in France - Part 2

... wrapping her legs around his back to pull him deeper into her hot wet hole. The crudeness of her words stimulated George to increase the urgency and rhythm of his thrusts, savagely possessing the tight cunt enveloping his shaft in raw animal passion, while the vision of his wife with another man's cock buried in her cunt, moaning and crying in wanton abandon, merely amplified his excitement. The climax of this orgy of rampant sexual passion was explosive in its ferocity. George and Jan ejaculated in unison, grunting and groaning in ecstasy, as their cocks erupted in huge torrents of liquid fire deep into the pulsating cunts of each other's wife. For the next ten minutes or so, all that anyone looking in in this scene of delicious debauchery would have seen, was a heaving mass of tangled naked flesh, like something out of Boccaccio's Decameron, where the exhausted couples had collapsed, overwhelmed by the intensity of their individual mind-blowing orgasms. Eventually the heap of flesh started to disentangle, as one by one a body extricated itself, to collapse lethargically on a lounger, still glowing in the aftermath of orgasmic euphoria. Margrethe cuddled up beside Anne, and kissed her gently on the lips. "Mijn lieve, dat was so heet," she murmured, uw man heeft een mooie lul," Margrethe cuddled up beside Anne, and kissed her gently on the lips. "My dear, it was so hot," she murmured, your husband has a nice dick," Anne had never thought of another woman in a sexual way, ...

... but there was something about the sensuous feel of Margrethe's naked breasts next to hers, and the fingers tracing delicate patterns on her hip, which was exciting in a way that was subtly different from the arousal she experienced with George or Jan. She began to return Margrethe's kisses, which became increasingly passionate, tongues probing and entwining in a sinuous dance of delight, as the two women abandoned themselves to the joys of all sapphic love. Over the previous two days, Anne had traveled so far from her former life as a respectable wife and mother, that she offered no resistance to this further step into a new world of carnality, and when she felt Margrethe's insistent fingers tracing a path down her stomach, she parted her legs in willing surrender, to allow them unrestricted access to the fluttering heart of her pussy. "Mmm, lieve Anne, u bent dergelijke een bereid leerling," Margrethe whispered in Anne's ear, "een andere dag, ik hoop dat u veel verder rekening met de heerlijke wereld van lesbische liefde, maar ik denk dat er twee lullen die bereid zijn te neuken opnieuw," and she looked over at George and Jan, who had been stroking their cocks, reinvigorated by their wives' explicit display. "Mmm, dear Anne, you're such a willing learner," Margrethe whispered in Anne's ear, "another day, I hope to take you much deeper into the wonderful world of lesbian love, but I think there are two dicks who are ready to fuck again, "and she looked over at George and John, ...