Holy Dance Surprise - Sex Stories

Holy Dance Surprise

... press my thighs together to halt his movement. But now I climbed off him, feeling my pussy gradually release him, before quickly spinning around, dropping to my knees and taking his penis into my mouth; tasting him. No! Tasting my juices and smelling his musky scent, licking around his tip and feeling him slide in and out. I'm not claiming I could take him all in, but I took so much of him and gently sucked and squeezed as I released him, repeatedly. My tongue circled around and under his cock's head, licked his shaft and my hands held his testicles, my fingers tickling, massaging him. For a while his hands were on my head guiding my speed and depth, as his masturbated himself with my mouth. My fingers wrapped around his thickness helping that same process. And then he moved me, so that I lay on my back still tantalising him with my tongue, but now he was returning the favour as his lips found my labia. And his tongue danced. Danced between my thighs, twirled against my clit, joined in this tango by his fingers as they sought to delve into me, but always his mouth spoke such words of pleasure. Teasing and tempting. I repaid in kind with a mouth that took his cock in, and hands that held and caressed the wrinkles of his forbidden fruits, cupping them both and feeling the coarse pubic hair. And we turned up one more frantic notch signalling that we were both about to reach our crescendo, to explode into our exquisite orgasms and then....... to taste him as he shot again and ...

... again into my welcoming mouth, taking him all and swallowing his seed.........and finally to move around and to hold each other as the music bounded on, with an energy and vitality that was now spent in us. **** The rest of my night had continued in a daze. Sure Tony had paid up as agreed, but I was confused. My thoughts and emotions were all over the place, torn between the most intense and satisfying sex I had ever had and the fact that this had been with my b*****r, Greg. And my sl**p was disturbed my images and imaginings that had my b*****r's face and body. My dreams were occupied by a deep passion that woke me panting and sexually aroused to the hilt. So I was not fully rested as the morning broke, not in the right frame of mind to look for my ankle-chain that I discovered was missing and certainly not ready to receive an unexpected visitor. Especially since that visitor was my b*****r. Greg seemed to glow with unusual confidence, more sure about himself and in great spirits. He was slightly louder -- for him, though all this was a matter of degree. He took me out for lunch and drinks. We talked about his work, how I was enjoying Uni, Mum and Dad, friends, everything and nothing. We laughed and smiled, at people, at ourselves and at our memories. I walked down by the river holding his arm and aware of his touch, we saw the normal tourists drift by, watched the birds bobbing on the waves. In short I had a wonderfully relaxing day, happy in my b*****r's company with no hint ...