Don't Tell Me What To Do - Sex Stories

Don't Tell Me What To Do

... between her thighs, which she parted slowly, enjoying becoming gradually exposed, her lovely, generous, vulnerable cunt at the mercy of my eager, thrusting penis. I kissed her as I entered and the feeling of her glistening marshmallow inner padding on my upholstered cock head was sublime.

She was just tight enough that her lavish secretion of natural lubricant stimulated me. We worked together in a mutual desire to reach heaven. We kissed lovingly at the same time, smelling each other on our faces and driving each other crazy with our tongues as they circled each other.

Kissing is underrated and many people are not really good at it because they don't realise they should be or even could be. All their attention is on their genitals, but the tongue and the mouthare genitals and should not be regarded just as preliminary providers of love and excitement.

The kissing doesn't have to stop when penetration starts, either. Kissing while joined is like loving while fucking; two rather different things that benefit from being done together.

"Deep," she said intensely. "Deep. Slow, hard and deep."

Well, there's nothing like knowing what the customer likes for making sure you get it right. I ground myself into her and she ground right back. I whammed into her and she retreated, then threw herself at me. We buffeted each other and challenged each other and finally came to a powerful striding intensity like the climax of the Olympic 1500 metres. And then, joint winners, we wrapped our arms around each other in admiration, congratulation and exultation.

At that moment I had a flash vision of the future and it was a puzzle, exciting but almost alarming. If we were this good together, and the little bit of social interaction had been good too, how could we not be a couple?

There was so much still to do if that were to be our course. We still had, if not the rest of our lives, at least the rest of the afternoon.