Derby Dan's Dick - Sex Stories

Derby Dan's Dick

... it came as something of a relief when Dan slipped out after one particularly enthusiastic bounce.

“Need a rest?”

“Yeah,” I replied, gratefully. “My legs aren’t really used to this.”

He laughed and stood, giving me a kiss before guiding me to the bed. Instinctively, I turned away from him and climbed up with my knees on the towel and my hands on the floral duvet cover. Behind me, I heard the snap of a plastic lid followed by the cool sensation of more lube being squeezed onto my arse. I wiggled my buttocks impatiently while he spread the gel around.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I sighed when he re-entered me. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me back to meet his thrusts, slowly at first as I adjusted to the new angle, and then steadily increasing in pace. My arms began to tremble, so I slumped forwards onto my elbows, gripping the sheets.

“You’re so tight,” he gasped when he noticed me looking back at him over my shoulder. I squeezed my muscles around him in response and grinned at his reaction.

Guessing he might be close, I reached for my cock, soft now but sticky with precum, and began stroking myself furiously. A sudden, extra hard thrust shifted me forwards, and I thought he had come, but he remained inside me, using the extra space to kneel on the bed and lean over me. We kissed awkwardly as he reached around and gently but insistently replaced my hand with his around my dick, and then resumed thrusting, not quite as fast but in longer, more powerful ...

... strokes.

Everything disappeared for me shortly after as my orgasm boiled up through me and flooded my brain. The animal-like moans I heard turned out to be me, then they became gasps as the climax passed, but the orgasm lingered as he gave a last few shuddering thrusts before falling still. I lay panting on my side with Dan spooning me, his breath on my neck and fingers idly stroking the hypersensitive tip of my cock.

Once he’d caught his breath, he released me, wiping his hand on my bottom before pinching the base of the condom and withdrawing from me. I needed a moment longer to regain control of my body, and even then only managing to roll onto my back and stare at the tacky swirls of the Artex ceiling.

“You OK?” There was a note of concern in his voice. I nodded and smiled weakly, my powers of speech still eluding me.

“Thank you,” I managed finally, when he pulled the spunk-laden condom from his dick. “That was incredible.”

He snorted. “It was. You should probably get cleaned up, though. Mum will be home soon.”

“Oh, right.”

Sitting up, I looked down at my sticky stomach and the streaks on the towel. I really had made quite a mess. Hastily, my post-orgasmic haze receding to make way for my usual awkwardness, I stood on shaky legs and used the towel to wipe myself as best I could.

“Here, I’ll take that,” he said, somehow already dressed. He left me to pull my clothes back on in peace, waiting just outside the room when I was done.

“Got everything?” he asked, ...