She Leaned Back: Part 2 - Sex Stories

She Leaned Back: Part 2

... perfect ass, the way the curves of her ass taper down her muscular thigh, the way her swollen sex and adorable, cute asshole curved below the globes of her ass cheeks. Again, it reminded him of the Bob GuccionePenthouse pictorials from the 70s- yet infinitely better in the flesh.

He stroked her ass and hips to increase his sensation of her person and she arched at his touch. Everything was so open to him, completely accessible. They had not discussed anal sex, but his gaze kept returning to her anus. Maybe that would come later, but he would merely graze it in his continuous exploratory touching.

“I love how you touch me,” she cooed.

“I want to devour you in every possible way,” he said. He could tell she felt his lust for her and savored it. They were so in synch. He didn’t fully appreciate it then how singular and unique it was to be able to create an experience of such intense mutual pleasure and for every action to intuitively turn out to be just right for that moment. Some people call it great chemistry, maybe great sexual chemistry, he ruminated later. Whatever it was, he thought, it was amazing. His mind felt overfilled by all the sensations and the utter eroticism and sensuality of it.

Stroking himself and pulling his foreskin back, he rubbed his cock along her wet gash, pushing slightly between her swollen labia. She could not stop herself from trying to back onto him, but to no avail. He held her back in place with one hand, then pushed himself into ...

... her.

His glans entered her easily at first, but despite her abundant slickness, his cock slowed momentarily as he hit a spot in her vaginal canal not fully coated in her lube. He pulled out slight and pushed again, and so deliciously she gave way to him as he finished his thrust all the way. She groaned deeply as he filled her and bottomed out, his fully length throbbing in what felt like her navel.

“Oh my god,” she gasped hoarsely, “you feel enormous! Oh god! It’s so perfect! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

His hands swept along the smooth curves of her hips and circle her small waist, tugging her back against him and he slowly began to thrust in and out. He relished each inch of her, enjoying the view of his glistening cock disappearing into her tight hole with each thrust. Her grip on him was fantastic, perfect, it seemed.

She pushed back in rhythm with his thrust and their bodies collided with a satisfying bump of his hip against her ass.

“I love the way you grip my hips!” she exclaimed, enjoying the fierceness in his thrusts.

Running his hand over her back, he felt a light sheen of perspiration forming.

“Your back is sweaty. I love it!” he said. That might have sounded odd in any other context, but his tone communicated his appreciation.

“Sweaty sex is the best sex,” she rejoined as their tempo gradually began to increase.

“Fuck me!” she cried, “God, I love it! It’s so good! Fill me up with that big cock! Ahhhh! Ahhhggh! Ahhh!”

Then unexpectedly, out of ...