Close Encounters Like No Other - Sex Stories

Close Encounters Like No Other

... tongue in his mouth as they kissed, sucked the breath from each other, and tugged savagely on his cock. She was in control for now.

“You’re so long and so strong,” she murmurs in appreciation and resumes her claims upon it, giving him head as he guides her in these claims upon him. “Do you want me to go on?”

“Yes, you don’t have to ask me anything! Just do what you want! I’m loving being here with you.”

She keeps on pushing him back, to make John lie down and allow her the freedom to do what she wants. She is also a little curious at the change in him; the pursuer is now the pursued and she mouths him in quickening and tightening strokes, taking what she can deep in her mouth as one hand kneads his nut sac. John groans as she pursues only slow kisses over his length, swirls in tantalizing sweeps her tongue over his glistening tip, moist with precum.

“Me again!” he calls out and she’s pulled off him. “I can only take so much of that!”

John kneels between her legs pushes them up and buries his face into her slit once more, reaching up to clamp on her breasts before sliding caresses trail over her tummy, her cries to him as his tongue darts into her having no effect.

“It’s time for this, I think,” she hears him say, his fearsome grip on her legs pulling her to him as the domed tip of his penis presses against her pussy’s lips.

She groans and arches her back, claws at his chest as he enters her body and she shudders in dismay that he couldn’t wait any ...

... longer, just as she no longer could. He put the bulbous tip of his penis against the wet, swollen lips of her sex and penetrated deep and fast. Josie gasped for air, put her lips on his mouth, and attacked him with her tongue as he started taking her in a wild and unrestrained, pounding, rhythm, all finesse forsaken. He acted as if he had been starved of sex, the impetuousness of the events through the afternoon, and now this, a moment to savour.

One stroke follows another and, slowly, she is taking him deeper into her body, his lissom rocking and poking movements stretching her. He twists and prods; John moves his hips in a sinuous rhythm that has her climbing the walls in newly discovered pleasure. He almost lifts her off the bed with each thrust and she yelps in encouragement as she clings to him. They’re involved with each other and what Callum and Beth are engaged in scarcely registers.

“More…more…go on…more!” Josie calls out and John leans in, rests on his elbows, and fucks her at a stronger and quicker tempo, her legs caressing his hips and her arms clamped around his neck as he fills her with his staff of flesh, pounds against her and she can only cling to him.

“You’re so good in what you’re doing!” he calls out as she bucks her hips and tugs; summons up the strength to work him as he wants and she has been provoked into doing. He slides into her body with little or no resistance, his fingers having opened the way to do all that has followed. He now feels her ...