Cunt Caresses - Sex Stories

Cunt Caresses

... love.

Sometimes when we play, we recognize cues from each other, and I’m sure this is one of those times. I refrained from sucking his cock earlier, content to simply caress it, only spitting to provide some lubrication and, if I’m honest, some mess. I didn’t even kiss him or lick his nipples or feed him my fingers; I just jacked him off. Ordinarily, I’d be gripping his hair as he ate me out, or feel his lips and tongue and teeth pulling at my nipples or ear lobes, but he’s refraining, probably because I refrained.

But he must have been working up some saliva for a while, because he leans over me and lets quite a stream of slick, warm drool flow right onto my bush and his fingers. Caressing the messy spit around dampens the whole area, providing a slick coating for his fingers to glide around and between my pussy lips.

Dragging the pads of his palm over my clit, he plunges his fingers into my vagina and spreads my labia, massaging all my sensitive girly parts all at once. The slurping and squishing sounds let us know that he’s mixed the perfect cocktail of his saliva and my pussy’s runny nectar and creamy vaginal lubrication.

My arms are stretched out behind me, my hands gripping the bed’s headboard, as I moan and gasp to encourage him to bring me off. “Yesss,” I hiss, “ohhh yesss!” He generally takes his time with lovemaking, but he just knows this isn’t the time to tease and leave me begging. His steady motions complement my hip thrusts perfectly, building the ...

... tingling in my core as he firmly caresses my cunt toward climax.

The smell of my pussy, mixed with the scent of his saliva and dried cum, adds a final dimension to the eroticism of our sex play. My arousal is complete as my ears tune in to the lewd squishing sound of his fingers working my cunt. It might be gross if it wasn’t so fucking sexy.

With a high-pitched groan interrupting my gasps, my orgasm hits. Everything from my clit to deep inside my vagina tingles and spasms, that dizzying sweet release making my muscles contract involuntarily. He has a hard time keeping his fingers inside and massaging my clit, but he’s had a lot of practice and does well, staying with me through my entire orgasm and its aftershocks.

He knows not to keep frigging powerfully, so he slows his movements as my hip thrusts die down, keeping his fingers lodged in my creamy cunt, intermittently curling them gently for a minute or more. When he withdraws them after one of my particularly heavy satisfied breaths, he drags some frothy mess through my bush.

Avoiding direct clit contact now, he caresses my cunt lips, painting my swollen labia with our wetness. My eyes closed now, and my muscles relaxed; I released my grip on the headboard, feeling his weight settle on my breasts. His fingers continue to caress my cunt as I close my thighs, trapping his hand in my warm wetness.

We’ll get up to make dinner soon, certainly making a detour into the bathroom to clean up our smelly, sticky, slimy, ...