Anyone For Tennis? - Sex Stories

Anyone For Tennis?

... She opened her legs wide, placed the soles of her feet together, then put both her hands back on her pussy, opening the lips wide so I could see her cunt and the hard knob of her clit.

“Watch your slut cum again!”

With that, she started to masturbate vigorously. The only sound was her increasingly fast breathing and the slopping of her fingers around her pussy. I was caught up in a trap. I needed relief and started to wank my hard cock, but at the same time, I was trying desperately to avoid going too far. I felt there was a lot more she wanted from me first.

Kirsten’s orgasm was good; her hips bounced on the bed, and her head tipped back with her eyes tightly closed. As her orgasm receded, she raised her head a little and looked at me.

“Don’t cum, Stefan; I want you to fuck me right now.”

So I climbed on top of her, positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole, thrust in, and started to pound her hard.

“Fuck me, fuck your slut. Do you like having a slut?”

“Yes, Kirsten, I love fucking my slut.”

“I love being fucked by an auld gadgie. If you think you’re my first, then think again. I had three old guys at the courts once; we went in the bushes, and I swallowed all their loads, one after the other.”

“Yeah, but today my load is going inside you, slut.”

“Yes, breed me; breed your slut.”

The banter went on, each exchange acting as another erotic stimulation.

“I’m gaunnae cum; fuck ye slut harder.”

“Look at me, slut; look at me while ...

... you cum.”

I felt her body stiffen, her back arched, her head back, her eyes fixed on my face until the last moment, then her eyeballs rotated up, and then there was nothing to see other than whiteness. Kirsten screamed; her head rolled left and right violently, and her body flexed underneath me many times.

The whole scene precipitated my orgasm; my cock felt like it was on fire, and the surge of cum flowing down inside me felt like a knife slicing through my body. I screamed, and I lost all control over my body, which jerked and thrust over her as my life juice flooded into her tunnel.

We lay there, both panting hard, my softening cock still inside.

“I want to suck you now. Remember, I’m an insatiable slut.”

As I rolled my weary body over to meet her request, I glanced down and saw a big grin on her face.

“Whatever my slutty one wants, the slutty one gets.”

So I shuffled up until my head was on the pillow, then watched as she leaned over my hips and took my stiff, wet cock in her mouth before her lips closed around my cockhead.

Every touch of her was ecstasy, and every cell she touched was still fully aroused. As post-coital pleasuring goes, it was perfect.

Then I felt a vibration on my calf; she was frigging herself again. Insatiable indeed!

Three times more, Kirsten came, each one marked by vigorous thrusting and rolling. Her groans were stifled by my cock in her mouth.

Finally, she pulled my soft shaft from her mouth.

“Yer slut is ...