A funny thing happened... pt 4 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened... pt 4

... first, and then the rhythm picked up speed, and the licks became harder, and a little longer, and the tightness began to coalesce again, just behind my pussy, right in the center of me. And the rhythm became faster, still regular, I could count on each stroke following the last, nothing would stop it now...and now Sim's tongue was lashing my clit...harder, longer, faster, then again...harder, faster, and the knot was tighter and tighter, like I was taffy wound around those...whatever they are in the candy store window...and it was faster and somebody was making this impossibly high moan, and it was me, and it was harder and faster and harder and faster and then...the knot...just came apart...and my body jerked and spasm-ed over and over and over and over and over and... "Stop, Sim, please...so...too sensitive, please...oooooohhhhh!" I sighed in pleasure and anguish as I felt the warmth of his face and mouth move away from my thighs and pussy. He moved up to lie next to me on the bed, but before he could get settled, I threw my arms around him, buried my face in his neck and burst into tears. "Ginny, Honey, are you OK, was that too...I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I found his mouth and kissed him gently, pulled back and said, or maybe sniffed: "No, Sweetie, it was wonderful. I don't think I've ever...cum that hard on a guy's tongue. It was...just so fucking intense. Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm better than fine! I'm...Sim, can we...I mean are you ready again? Because I...look, I ...

... don't mean to be a demanding bitch, but I really kind of need you inside me." 20. Sim smiled. "Christ, Woman, you're insatiable!" He lifted his hand as if to wipe his mouth, but I grabbed his wrist. I'd enjoyed tasting myself on his lips a moment earlier, and now I whispered "No, don't waste it." He looked surprised, so I gave him a saucy smile, stuck out my tongue and began cleaning my juices off his face. I tasted good, and I started to feel a little slutty again. Soon I was humming, and making wet little sucking and kissing sounds. Then I was moaning and purring: "Licking myself off your face is nice. Bet it'd be even nicer to lick myself off your cock. Come on, Baby, fuck your horny little slut. Don't make me beg...unless hearing me beg turns you on?" Sim grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head away and then kissed me hard on the mouth. "Greedy little bitch! Maybe I was saving some of that sweet pussy juice of yours for myself." Then: "Gin, I want you...that's to say I want to...fuck...you, but I didn't...this is so stupid...um, no condom. I'm...well shit, you can probably feel how sorry I am..." Condoms weren't a problem. I had half a dozen of them back in the bathroom, but then I had a thought. "Sim," I giggled at what I was about to say, "can I ask you a personal question?" He barked that laugh of his: "Wow, I dunno, Ginny. Maybe we should get to know each other a little better. How about we trade oral sex?" I tried to look offended: "You beast! What kind of a slut ...