Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... I was doing good things to her, but my current position was not particularly conducive to effective pussy-licking. I quickly shifted position so that my body was in line with hers, taking time out to cram a pillow under her tight little ass – which she very cooperatively raised up to help me - and slid in so that her legs were over my shoulders and my face was perfectly aligned with paradise. I slid my hands up her sides and over her ribs until I found her breasts, and then, with one of those firm little orbs and its stiff nipple in each hand I lowered my lips to her sex, buried my nose against her erect clit, and thrust my tongue as deeply into her as I could, savoring her arousal. I pressed my face to her, moving my tongue around inside of her, wishing I could get it in a bit more but aware that much of the sensation for her came from right around the opening anyway. She was dripping wet, a combination of cum – both hers and mine - and saliva, and as I finally pulled my tongue out of her I swallowed a significant amount of our fluids. I concentrated on the areas around her opening then and tried to move about and touch all the spots that brought her pleasure, but skipped numero uno for the time being; I’d get there, there was no doubt about that, but I didn’t want to rush things. I knew that I was enjoying this far too much to hurry, and, unless I was badly mistaken, so was she! She was practically writhing, her hips grinding as she thrust herself to my lips, and she was ...

... breathing heavily, and moaning… and, quite possibly, speaking in tongues! She seemed to be muttering something as she gasped for air, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Giving up trying, I lapped gently at her much-abused sex, knowing it had already had something of a workout that evening, but also well aware that it was going to get some additional miles put on it before the night was over. It was driving me crazy, holding back from touching her clit and sending her to her own personal Shangri la, and if it was driving me crazy the effect on her seemed even more profound! Soon, even though I was studiously avoiding licking her jutting clit, she said, “God, Davey, I’m going to come!” “Ruhree?” (That’s an approximation of what “Really?” sounded like while my tongue and lips were otherwise occupied – nonetheless, she seemed to understand.) “Oh yes…don’t stop!” “Uh-uh.” I had no intention of stopping, but I was duly impressed that she could come even without me being inside of her, or touching her clit! Like me, she was definitely over-stimulated by the night’s events. All of those sexy, erotic, forbidden sights and sounds, so arousing, and something we’d never experienced before! I had no idea which part of the evening she was replaying in her head to drive her intense arousal…actually, on second thought, I probably did. I chose to ignore that second thought and focus on her instead, for now; it would have been not only selfish, but utterly foolish to do otherwise. As her ...