02. Giving Jess a Hand - Sex Stories

02. Giving Jess a Hand

... Jess was breathing heavily, her whole vulva so slippery that everything seemed to melt together. She made a croaky kind of whimper, her hips arching back and up off the table exactly like an excited stroked cat. Her hole gulped greedily at my thumb and I swear I could feel her clit throbbing in my fingers. She pushed up on her knees in a kind of splayed flat ‘W’, her face still pressed to her hands. I dipped my head and retooled the production line, swapping my fingers on her clitoris for my tongue. She caught a breath and hissed, “Yes…” as it wriggled over her with an agility and slipperiness my fingers could never compete with. My thumb ploughed on, in and out. Jess’s hips lifted higher as I indulged myself in the drenched and puffy vulva. In this position the engorged flesh practically dangled into my mouth. I was utterly lost in the lusciousness of it all. Simply eating her. Indeed, I was so lost to my task that when she started swearing, my heart sank. Her stomach trembled and she whimpered, “Don’t stop! Oh don’t stop!” and I chuckled thinking there is no way on god’s earth I’m ever going to quit! I licked and sucked her with renewed vigour. Her noises grew falsetto, her hole fluttered and she babbled, “I’m cumming-I’m cumming-I’m cumming- Oh... GOD!” She spasmed rigid before bursting into a squeal of laughter, her body shaking in violent rhythmic shudders that threatened to tear her away from my mouth. She grabbed her mound and shut her legs on her hands locking me ...

... out, flopping down onto her front and letting the trembles ease as I stroked her well-moisturised buttocks. Her laughter dropped to chuckles dropped to a long satisfied sigh. The dreamiest smile across her face, shining at me through a black tumble of hair. With considerable effort it seemed, she extracted one hand from under her and pointed it at my cock, then with the same finger made a cheeky “come here” gesture. The hand flopped, exhausted down beside her. I smiled at her lazy blissfulness and moved around beside her where her upturned hand made a kind of cupping shape and I plumped my balls down into it. She chuckled hoarsely and wriggled her fingers underneath me, then squeezed me gently. My noises seemed to perk her up a bit and her hand slid up to my achingly stiff member. I let out an involuntary groan as she gently grabbed it like a handle and squeezed it in her palm, cool and soft on my rigid heat. I flexed it in her grip. “You are so hard, “she murmured, her glassy black eyes reflecting flames and she bit her lip. She pulled her other hand out from under her, while those eyes swivelled like gun-sights around my nakedness and she leant up one elbow. “Come round here” she whispered and pulled at my cock like a lead. She positioned me in front of her at the head of the table, hips level with her face. She petted my bursting member; body still stretched out naked on her front below me and propped up on her elbows. Her petting grew heavier as she pressed long, pillowy, ...