She Leaned Back: Part 2 - Sex Stories

She Leaned Back: Part 2

... nowhere, a surge of doubt cracked into his psyche, and he felt himself beginning to soften. Guilt and shame flashed through him, and he hesitated. She sensed and felt it immediately.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed; his voice slightly panicked. He pulled out, flabbergasted with himself, looking down at his cock, suddenly less than rigid.

“I can’t believe it. This has never happened before. Never!” In all the years of his marriage to a wife largely repelled by his sexually, often contemptuous toward him, he had never had any doubts or issues. It had ALWAYS worked! Now? What the fuck!

Jyll spun around, her face showing concern but compassion and understanding too.

“It’s okay,” she reassured. “It happens.”

He realized later that years of programming and imprinting of shame on desire and sex were the cause, but at the time, it felt like guilt.

Jyll wrapped his cock in her little fist and stroked, then she crouched down and took him in her mouth. Eagerly, she bobbed on him, sucking loudly, plunging him into the tightness in her throat. Then, without taking him from her mouth, she laid on her side, raised one knee, opened her legs, and started sliding her fingers over her wet slit. Seeing her joy in pleasing him and aroused by the sight of her pleasing herself, he felt the shame and doubt begin to disappear. The blood surged into his cock and gratifyingly he felt himself thickening.

She felt him swelling and hardening and, without a word, she spun back around, ...

... presenting her backside to him again.

He slid into her the second time with little resistance, except for that perfect wet friction. Growling, he pumped himself into her as her cries of ecstasy filled the room.

“I’m cumming!” she announced between her loud groans. “It’s so good! I’m cumming! It won’t stop!” She seemed to tremble against him between his hard, pounding thrusts.

"It won't stop! It keeps going!" she exclaimed, referring to her orgasm, as he continued to pound himself into her depths. He felt that familiar tingling sensation arising within him, and with it came that inner certainty that he was going to explode into her. He was breathing hard at this point, the blood thumping in his throat, and he strained to thrust himself into her as hard as he could.

“I’m going to cum in you!” he gasped between the ragged breaths.

“I love it!” she exclaimed. “Fill me up with your cum!”

“It’s getting bigger!” she cried, as he seemed to fill her up even more. “Oh! It’s throbbing! I can feel it!”

Then it was happening, his grip on her hips leaving red marks, his knuckles whitening. He felt as if he were emptying into her as the dopamine flooded his brain anew, and then they were both collapsing together on the bed, sticky, and sweaty. The aroma of their juices and pheromones floating around them.

He kissed the back of her neck, letting his weight pin her down for a bit as his body seemed to involuntarily go limp. As his breathing subsided, he rolled on his back, and ...