Full Caribbean Moon - Sex Stories

Full Caribbean Moon

... process. Suddenly she stood, grabbed the top of her dress, pulled it up and off her and allowed it to drop to the floor. Now, she was naked to her paramour. Turning to Jonathan, she straddled the bench, exposing all of herself to him. Jonathan faced her on the bench, pushed her until she was resting on the arm, sucked at her outstretched nipples. A finger at first gently stroked her moistness, then plunged into the crevice. Terri gasped at this first intrusion, then rearranged herself to grant maximum access to the insertion, lifting a leg, spreading wider. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, the digit encased within her plunged in and out, explored the area from the urethra to the cervix. She allowed herself to respond to the stimulation, welcomed it, and began joyfully to feel the warmth begin at her vulva and travel throughout her body. When Jonathan massaged her G-spot, she gave it up, gently screeching as the billows of excitation competed with the ocean waves a few dozen feet away. Jonathan stayed with her, continuing to paw her insides until she begged him to stop, explaining that, at least for the moment, she was satisfied. "Stand up," she insisted. She quickly removed his pants, dragging the underwear along with them, and gently held the erection presented to her, wondering at the juxtaposition of softness and stiffness. Her mouth went first to the sack below the rod, drawing the testicles into her mouth, sucking on them while her palms manipulated the staff, drawing ...

... the foreskin back, oiling the head with the natural lubrication oozing from the small hole. Then her tongue was at it, tasting the concoction, wondering at the tart flavor. Soon, to Jonathan's excitement, three inches of the tool was buried within her mouth, and she bobbed, pleasuring her new man. She felt the strength expand within her mouth, and when she was certain he was ready, she released the penis and pulled him down onto the seat, facing her, each of them straddling the bench. A foil package was opened, the condom rolled down the shaft. Then she was on his lap, mounting him. The phallus slid easily into her saturated vagina, and she leaned upon his shoulders, first pushing herself up, then pulling down as completely as possible, plunging his hardness into herself. Through her fog of desire she managed to view herself almost as an observer from the beach, the moon pallidly illuminating her skin, two thin white stripes offsetting her tan shoulders, midriff and legs, her brown locks waving with her hysterical movements, her bosoms flattened into Jonathan's chest, his breastplate stimulating her nipples with each movement, the muscles of her calves straining and relaxing as she alternately rose and fell on her lover, and most importantly, her vagina clamping onto his scepter through the cycle of lust, roughing her clitoris to excitation with every stroke. Smells permeated her dilated nostrils: the salt of the sea, faint perfumes of night blooming tropical buds, an acrid, ...