Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... together.” I hugged her close, my arm over her hip and my elbow against her flat stomach, her breast cupped in my hand. “I’ll probably dream about the party and all the sex and everything we saw…and did, I suppose. I may just be hard all night if that happens.” “So I can just climb aboard?” “By all means! Just have your ticket available for the conductor.” She wiggled her slippery little butt against me. “The conductor feels like my kind of guy!” I laughed. “In the mood you’re in, any guy is your kind of guy!” We laid there quietly for awhile, drowsiness starting to steal over us. When Alli spoke again, she caught me just drifting off. “When we use that position we just did, with my legs up on your shoulders?” She’d said it as a question, requiring an acknowledgment of some sort. I grunted, “Uh huh?” “When we do it like that, you hit bottom – or top, I suppose – every time you thrust in.” I’d thought maybe that was true, but really wasn’t sure of it; the tip of the penis can sense a lot of things, but sensing pressure when just touching something is not really its forte. “Really?” “Oh, definitely! You are knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door when we do it like that!” I laughed. “Thank you Mr. Clapton – or is it Dylan?! Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” She giggled. “It’s good. It feels a little weird - you know, inside - but knowing you’re in me that deep…well, that’s a total turn-on for me. And, of course, your balls hitting against me is always a nice feeling. I ...

... love it!” “Well, if I’m hitting bottom you’d only be able to take about half of Michael’s big cock inside of you!” I don’t know why I said that; it was just an observation of relative proportions, but it occurred to me that it was probably not the right time for it. I hurried on. “You’ve gotta wonder how Marci does it – and why she isn’t bow-legged.” Alli laughed softly. “Don’t be mean!” She was quiet for a few seconds. “Everybody - or maybe I should say every body – is different; just like Michael is so much bigger than you, Marci is obviously bigger inside than me. I guess it’s good that they found each other, since they’re such a good fit.” I hesitated, considering her words, and accepted that she had merely pointed out the obvious. “I guess. I never really thought about women being so different…you know, in that way. Out of sight, out of mind, maybe - or maybe it’s because I’ve always fit.” She shrugged in my arms. “I suppose we must be - or maybe she adjusted to him over time, and lots of patient practice. Learned how to accommodate that huge thing. I don’t know.” I just held her, enjoying the feel of her lithe body against me, but with my mind once again spinning off into a bad area. “You really enjoyed seeing him like that, didn’t you? Naked, and hard…” She simply said, “Davey…” I waited silently, and she finally went on. “Yes, I did. Just like you enjoyed seeing Marci and the other girls – and I could see that you were enjoying that, so don’t try to deny it.” I didn’t, ...