The Jones Account - Sex Stories

The Jones Account

... he continued his advance taking it slow and easy as he entered her. Kristina felt a bit uncomfortable as he stretched her, but not as much pain as she’d feared. Mr. Blackwell slipped his hand between them and down her abdomen to her mons. His fingers descended into her juicy heat and found her clit and devoting his full attention to it. Meanwhile, the cowboy was asserting himself inside her. Occasionally he'd have to stop as her body reacted to this tender invasion, and she’d spasm slightly as she adjusted. She could feel him inside her as well as Mr. Blackwell. His cock was hardening and twitching inside her as he continued to massage her. Finally, he was fully inside with his balls resting against her backside. A feeling of this strange yet wonderful fullness consumed her. It was a feeling she'd never had before and didn't even know existed. She became unbearably aroused sandwiched between two such powerful men! “You ready Bill?” asked Mr. Blackwell as he released his hand from her dampness. “Definitely.” With that both men started to withdraw, then slowly and gently started to thrust. Kristina gasped aloud when both men went back inside her. The feeling was so intense and overwhelming. She wasn't expecting it to feel that good! They both drew back and did it again, causing her to see stars in her mind, letting her entire body get lost in the sensation. They set up a rhythm together, gradually increasing their speed with each stroke. Again and again, they came at her, her ...

... nerve endings burgeoning on overload! “Kristina!” his speech gravelly and his breath ragged. “Do you like being fucked in the ass? Tell me!” He growled. “YESSSS!!!” she cried. With renewed force, they pounded her mercilessly. She could feel her orgasm rising within her, building and building until finally she released at the height of its crescendo. A shock wave of pure bliss overtook her. Her heart was palpitating madly, and her body was trembling in ecstasy. Next she felt the cowboy give a sudden and deep thrust. Grunting like a caveman, he finally goes limp and squirts his load in her tender ass. But Mr. Blackwell wasn't finished yet. Like a man possessed, he seized her hips and furiously began grinding her pussy into sweet oblivion. His deep thrusts prolonged her orgasm until she could barely breathe. He finally released coming into her violently and shouting in his euphoria. Kristina was laying there with both men still firmly in place, panting and trying to recover. The cowboy was the first to move. He removed his spent penis from her luscious body, giving her a friendly pat with his hand before getting up. “If you two will excuse me. I'm going to head over to the bathroom and clean up a bit.” With that, he disappeared into the washroom leaving them alone. Kristina lay there in a state of bliss on Mr. Blackwell's chest with the scent of his musky cologne wafting in and out of her nostrils. “That will be all for today Kristina,” he said in a business-like and impassive ...