Leaving the party - Sex Stories

Leaving the party

... you, my hands finding your breasts and playing with them, caressing them, lightly playing with your sensitive nipples that are standing as perfect attention. They look so wonderful in the dim light of the night sky. Mmm and now I want you more. Your lithe form craning to turn and meet my lips with your own and kissing me deeply, sucking on my tongue before you fall over onto your hands and knees, careful not to let me slip out of you, then wriggle your ass back at me. “Fuck me… please fuck me…” I needed no encouragement. But the talk only turns me on more. I grab hold of your hips and pull myself back to those depths which spurs forth moans of pleasure from both of us. “Yes, that’s it… fuck me…” I start pumping, admiring your hips I have my hands on. I love your curves. You are so sexy. It makes me start pumping harder, your moans turning to grunts with each thrust. “That’s it! Fuck me… Fuck me harder! Yes!” Now the a****l comes out. In the cool night air, nature all around us, the night sky blowing a gentle breeze to cool out heated bodies and the primal instinct starts to slip into my mind. I start pumping my hips harder into you, thrusting my cock deep inside then pulling out until your lips grip against the head of my cock to keep me inside before slamming them back against you only to repeat the entire cycle. Both of us crying out, “Yes! Oh ...

... God yes!” With you crying the occasional verse of “Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! YES YES!” It’s taking control of me. I grip your hips, my claws digging into your flesh, my whole body convulsing while I am thrusting as hard as I can, sometimes pausing in the backstroke to get a more f***eful push and slamming my cock deep within you. a****listic grunts escaping my lips as I push harder and harder, until my whole body tenses and convulses and I let out a scream that echoes through the woods. I feel a hot stream of cum shoot inside of you, buried deep inside your pussy. I want to ride this orgasm and I pull you up to me, giving a few more thrusts and convulsions, but holding you tight to my body. Gasping, panting and out of breathe. I lean back on my haunches and let my cock finish it’s pumping of cum inside of you, and letting myself slip out, but not letting go of my hold of my arms around you. My mind fog begins to fade, and I start to become aware of my surroundings. A light giggle the only sound now. I always giggle after sex. And I release my firm grip around your body to allow you to move. Giving you control again now that I have claimed you as my own. Marked by the grip I had on your hips, which you can hide well enough, but not the marks on your neck. Those are badges I know you’ll have to wear and explain, which make me smile knowingly.