Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... arousal seemed to be reaching its peak, I suddenly switched my attention to her hard little clit, and she immediately crashed over into her orgasm, crying out and clutching me to her, holding my head tightly in place as she came. I was grinding my swollen, rigid cock into the bed as I did her, very aware of how hard I was, intensely, hugely aroused by her scent and taste and the sound of her coming, my balls aching for release. I sucked at her clit, and then nibbled it gently, and she convulsed, her body going rigid before thrusting once, and then again, holding herself to my lips in her moment of pleasure before collapsing limply on the bed, gasping for air. I slowed my ministrations, pausing to swallow the copious amount of her lubricating juices that she had produced as she came. I tried to lick her tender sex slowly and lightly, in a soothing way rather than as though trying to arouse her, but she spasmed and pulled away, pushing me back. “God, no, stop…you have to stop!” I raised my head and looked up at her, my face dripping with our combined fluids. “You all done?” She sighed happily. “For now” and then, weakly, “that’s one more for me.” I rose to my knees so that she could see my rigid cock, which was straining upwards, pointing at the ceiling, so hard that the veins bulged along my shaft as it arched back toward my navel in a gentle six-inch long arc. I had been leaking steadily, and much of my cock glistened with a slick of pre-cum; I had left a pretty good-sized ...

... wet spot the sheets as well, where I’d been rubbing. “Don’t count your chickens, babe; I’m going to get that one back, one way or another!” She raised her head and looked at me. “Wow, you’re really hard!” “You should feel it from in here.” She beckoned with her fingers. “Bring it here.” I moved from between her legs and knee-walked to her, bending down to kiss her as her hand closed around my penis. We tangled tongues, her lips sliding on mine in a smear of our cum. As we separated, she said, “You taste like us.” “I know. Pretty good, huh?” She smiled and nodded, agreeing, and we kissed again, her hand busily stroking me as we did. We’d been in a lip lock for several seconds when she giggled into my mouth. I pulled away. “What?” She giggled again, unencumbered this time by my mouth on hers. “You’re incredibly hard! I mean, you’re always hard, but this is amazing…feel it!” I did, reaching down to grip myself between my thumb and fingers. She was right; I was very, very hard, so hard that I could barely dent it. I know that the human penis (despite the slang “boner” for an erection) does not actually have a bone in it, like most other mammals, but at that moment mine felt for all the world like it just might! I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s kind of…scary hard! Guess that little Mickey you slipped me must be taking effect.” She laughed. “Apparently! A tiny little Mickey for a rock hard dickey!” I laughed. “I believe that may be the first time you’ve ever waxed poetic about my genitalia. ...