Moisture - Sex Stories

Moisture

... She pushes her ass at me insistently. "Come on." I move the head of my cock over her lips, exploring, brushing, nudging, then slide it home unhurriedly, steadily, all the way, as far as I can. "Oh, yeah!" We both say, synchronized, and then we laugh in realization. I grind my hips against her ass, hard, for good measure and she presses back against me. We move slowly against each other, slight, wet noises reaching us from below. She leans over, and, one hand rubbing her ass, I slide the other one around to her front. I cup her breast, my fingers busy, trying to find her nipple. I find it, brush it, pinch it just slightly. She groans. "FUCK me!" It's an order. When she says "Fuck" a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine from my hips, and bounces off my brainstem, and some primitive mammalian reflex causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. I know that she's losing control, and I love it. I withdraw from her, then slam back into her, her pussy swallows me without any problem and she utters a short, choked cry. I keep going, again, and again, and my very expensive dress slacks are pooled in the muck and grime of the alley and I couldn't care less. If I stop fucking her I'm going to die. My bare skin slaps wetly, loudly, against her ass. I grope at the front of her dress and somehow get it down and off her breasts. There's some sort of contraption there, I think it's called a strapless bra. As far as I can tell, she doesn't need it. I get rid of it, in a hurry. ...

... "Grab my tits. Hold me. FUCK me. FUCK me." Every time my cock pounds into her, "Fuck" come from her gorgeous, very lady-like mouth and it's completely apropos. It is a breathless, magic chant, and it's driving me joyfully crazy. I drive into her harder, cupping her breasts firmly from behind now. "Harder." I move my hand to her hips, pulling her to me hard every time I move into her. She ends up being pushed forward, closer to the railing. She gasps. I ask breathlessly if she's ok. "Oooh. My nipples are sliding on the metal. It feels really good, cool." She adds almost as an afterthought, " I'm close, don't stop." We keep along for a little while, and soon she stops her obscene chant and begins babbling filthily. I love it. "Oh, you motherfucker don't you stop you bastard fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck my pussy you son of a bitch, don't stop, fuck me harder-" A distant idiotic part of my mind wonders what she has against my parents. She inhales sharply as if I've hurt her, and then screams at the top of her lungs. In the neighborhood around us, dogs begin barking and I think at least one car alarm goes off. Her hips and pussy both begin clenching, shaking and impossibly, because she's so wet, rubbing my cock and before I even have time to realize it I'm coming too, and what feels like a few liters of semen boils into the front of the condom. She moves her hips against me in a milking motion, laughing. I half collapse on top of her, pinning her against the railing, she squeals at ...