I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... still, but I could feel the pulse of life in it. He whispered little words of love to me and nibbled my ear, probing with his tongue. He kissed me; I could taste myself on his lips. It was the final act. "Fuck me, Otto." One smooth, firm stroke after another, one sublime pleasure after another as his climax built. He pushed and pulled while staring into my eyes. "Fill me!" He was so aroused that it was all the push he needed. With a soft moan, his semen entered me, hot and hard. He continued to fuck me for some minutes afterward, and each stroke into me forced more mixed fluids out of my vagina. Otto rolled off me and pulled my face to him for a passionate kiss. At the same time, with his left hand, he penetrated my pussy and his left thumb nestled on my clit. During intercourse, I had become very aroused but Otto didn't last long enough for me to climax again. I minded not in the least. My feeling for him was so strong I was complete. Otto was not satisfied though. He would leave me in such a condition, and he fingered me with great feeling. In minutes, my orgasm rushed through and cascaded over my whole body. We lay in each others arms subsumed by the pleasure that men and women have felt over the ages. His flaccid cock on my thigh continued to drop his semen. I reached down and touched it, rolled it around in my fingers and then tasted it. He smiled at me while taking my finger and sucking it clean. I was surprised that he would do so. Then he offered me his two fingers ...

... that had been in my pussy. They smelled musky, tasted of sweet and salt, our fluids, and my virginal blood providing a never-to-be-forgotten remembrance of my becoming a woman. I grabbed his soft penis and began stroking it and rolling it against the skin of my thigh where it rested. As if my touch was the magic of the gods infusing life into a fallen hero, it grew and stood tall again. Oh, the benefits of youth and good health! "Are you sore?" he asked. My answer was to roll onto my back with legs up and back, pushing my sex high off the bed, lewdly displaying myself, bouncing my ass up and down off the bed, inviting him back. He entered me with more force than the first time, and I began to match him, thrust for thrust, moan for moan. It became a rutting of male and female, the sense of finality of lovers who have discovered their perfect fit together. He held out much longer, and I began to feel that peculiar sensation in my pelvis of an impending storm. I thrust harder at him; he pushed back pounding me into the mattress, my eyes closed involuntarily, and I came! Oh God, what a feeling it was! A rich, creamy feeling, more than my finger sessions could ever do, a sauce of ecstasy ladled onto my privates. Otto grunted, pushed once more and spurted into me again. He held himself inside me and then slowly rolled us over with me on top and held my body tightly to his. My little frame was exhausted. I dozed for several minutes and then woke with a start, alone. I sat up and was ...