Sex Diary with Girlfriend Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sex Diary with Girlfriend Pt. 01

... bare chest. Oh, how the nipples felt gliding across mine! We moved back to her bedroom as our kissed hungrily, our hands exploring every inch.

I spun her around, pushing her onto the bed. In a kneeling position, her buttocks were at just the right height for me standing.

'Please, be gentle. My vagina was battered' She moaned, slowly gyrating her buttocks, her labia were swollen from our liaison. But I didn't care.

I rolled back my foreskin, and my glans penis gently pushed her labia apart. She already had some vaginal fluids seeping out. It was warm, welcoming. I felt mad even holding for a second.

'Be what, sorry my darling? I did not hear that' I said, as I readied.

'I said, be-' she repeated, but I didn't let her finish. At that moment, with my hands firmly grasping her arse and pulling her close, I simultaneously thrusted my pelvis forward. My glans penis brushed aside her pubic hair, her labia, feeling every crease and crevice, as I buried my fully-erect penis in her floral garden once more. She moaned with a gasping breath, her eyes a mixture of lust and pleasure, both hands grasping the sheets in surprise. In but a moment, I reversed the motion, then back in again. I began thrusting in and out of her.

The bed creaked incessantly. I only gave her a moment to fetch a pillow under her lower abdomen, as she decided to be more restful, instead of kneeling, she was essentially laying on top of it. I complained, as it was now the wrong height for me. My ...

... penis, coated by her fluids, momentarily held aloft alone, as we desperately tried to find a solution. Ultimately, we found a few more pillows, 2 under her abdomen and 1 under her breasts, so she could lay comfortably, and I happily began penetrating her once more.

I would stop every time I felt I was about to cum, which was often. She definitely came at least once, with the pillow covers, and her affectionate butthole covered with a thin film of liquid leaking from our aggressive copulation. The fact she was flushed all over her body also clued me in.

I felt once more the familiar tingling of an impending orgasm, and I felt the time was right to release - but to my horror, I was tiring. I estimated I could not maintain the thrusting depth and frequency to achieve orgasm before I slowed from tiredness and have to stop entirely. I told her of my difficulties. She teased me about it, of course, saying she wanted to leave me blue-balled, as punishment for plowing her fields when she was still sore. I responded by slapping her arse, earning a surprised moan. I begged her to help with my release.

But to my surprise she relented. I had a brief moment to recuperate, as we now assumed modified doggy position. She even neglected having a pillow for her knees. She buried her face in the bedsheets, and her arse as high as she could. She was ready. Her pussy emanating an addictive aroma, beckoning to sheathe my sword once more.

She always struck me as someone quite conservative. ...