Full Caribbean Moon - Sex Stories

Full Caribbean Moon

... artificial scent of ammonia, residue from the cleaning woman, the aftershave and deodorant Jonathan had applied earlier that evening, and the powerful stench of perspiration, unwashed from the agitated dancing of earlier, and now, the feverishness of their joint rage. Nor was her sense of hearing impoverished. Crickets and other insects buzzed, trilled and trumpeted, the surf thundered in the distance, breezes rustled the palm leaves. Her own breath came in short, sharp gasps, her lover whispered raucous entreaties in her ear, and obscene slurps emanated from the conjoined genitals with each stroke. She concentrated on the sensations being applied by the man below her, how his hands stroked the large muscles of her exposed back, the insides of her legs, the swell of her rear end, the throat and her lips. She sucked on the proffered finger, enjoying the salty taste and the friction on her lips and tongue. She pleasured her hand in the locks of his hair. Then all sensation was suddenly converged in her labia, how it clenched Jonathan's wand, the twinge of pleasure each time his pubic bone met her clitoris, the deep sense of fulfillment at the conclusion of every piercing as her innards were filled with his length. She waited for, she willed their orgasms to transpire and rapidly shifted from side to side and front to back, bringing forth the coming ecstasy. At last she drew the first tremors from the truncheon and placed a hand between them to better stimulate her distended ...

... button. Within seconds she sensed his relentless throbbing, perceived a slight increase of pressure as the lubrication of his cream liqueur spewed into the plastic tip, listened to the siren of his moaning. It was then that the spasms hit her, darkness overtaking all of her senses, replaced by flashes of crimson. Fever fumed through her body, focused at her tunnel, reached out to every extremity, the soles of her feet, the nape of her neck, and, most pleasurably, her aureoles, distended and rosy. Terri's first thought when the pounding of the majestic climax subsided was of Jonathan's stiffness still plumbing her depths. Tenderly she fondled her newfound lover, thanking fate that he was more than competent and chose to be interested in her pleasure as well as his. They spooned together, kissing and fondling until the phallus within her softened and she was afraid the liquid would spill from the protection. She reluctantly rose, releasing him. She stepped to the bathroom, dampened a face cloth and cleansed her belly, thighs, and the area between her legs. She rinsed the cloth and brought it to Jonathan, now sitting inside on the sofa. She cleansed him, moved one of his feet onto the back of the couch, the other remained on the floor. Terri crawled between these limbs, reclined on her side, her head on his shoulder. In this position they had access to each other's nudity, and they took advantage of it, kissing, fondling a breast, a testicle. It was a soft, mutual cool down period. ...