Holiday With June - Sunday Night - Sex Stories

Holiday With June - Sunday Night

... cock grown as I could feel her cervix being passed and a low tremble in her body. Apart from my girlfriend, who I met at college, I simply had not fucked that many women, and perhaps she wasn’t as receptive as the woman I was fucking now. Thinking back, my early attempts at sex were pretty positive, and the few complaints were of the ‘too big’ variety. My last girlfriend had never complained about sex. I didn’t seem to find anything I did to get her off.

Perhaps it wasn’t me being too small or not any good, but just her inability to be satisfied. I just wiggled about with small in-and-out strokes on a woman who, by her husband's definition, was exceptionally sexually active. I was making her very happy indeed. I smiled to myself, and the trips down memory lane of sex with my ex-girlfriend certainly took me off the brink of coming. It was Tony who was closest.

He had also spent most of the day having his wife get him hard and close to coming. I imagine he got brought much closer to the edge than I was. Melanie didn’t know my limitations, so she would stop much sooner than she did with her husband. I recalled a couple of times just after lunch when Tony called his wife a few names for leaving him on the edge. He wasn’t complaining now because all that edging during the day meant the orgasm he was in the throes of now was one of the best.

He was telling her that as she sucked him as slowly as possible to make the climax last. I pulled out so she could concentrate and ...

... also so I could see it from the side. It was hot, and I looked forward to being in the same state later. Tony was shaking now, thrashing his head from side to side, encouraging his wife to finish him off. On the other hand, Melanie slowed down to make it longer and more intense. Eventually, the dam started to burst.

As it did so, Mel lifted her head until only the tip was in her cheeks and wanked him off hard and fast. As he buckled and rose, she kept sucking to make sure every drop ended in her mouth. Eventually, Tony stopped coming, laid back and thanked his wife for such an incredible blow job. I found myself applauding with a big smile on my face. I was intent on Mel’s face as she showed me Tony’s come on her tongue.

She stayed still until her husband recovered enough, and they started kissing. I was aware of the jizz, passing backwards and forwards between them and was a little grossed out. That was until Melanie pulled away and made to kiss me. It was tender and wonderful, nowhere as horrible as I thought it would be. The taste of Tony’s cock and sperm was not bad, and as our kiss broke away, I mentioned this out loud.

Melanie told me that was good because, by the end of the week, I would be sucking Tony off to excite us girls. I wasn’t sure whether she was joking, but I didn’t find the thought as challenging as anticipated. I was growing in my sexual experiences and expectations. In the short term, though, Tony was a bit out of it, so I slipped back inside Mel’s ...