A Walk On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

A Walk On The Wild Side

... fingers guiding me into her vagina. Her knees were as apart as they could be, giving me just enough room to get myself inside her.

“Push!”

I pushed, already uncontrollably about to ejaculate again, but she beat me to it.

“Yes, yes... yes!” she kept repeating.

“Come on, don't stop now!”

I couldn't stop myself now even if I wanted to, which neither of us did. I felt my foreskin being peeled back and rolled forward again and again as I pushed and she shoved her hips up against mine. Back and forward, back and forward, my foreskin rubbed against the side of her tight vagina. I was vaguely aware of her perky EEs rubbing on my tummy but I had other sensations to enjoy. After only a few seconds of trying to make it last I ejaculated again inside her, my foreskin and the tightness of her legs and pussy won a decisive victory, and out it all came, spurt after spurt.

After each spurt Rachel thrust herself back at me in pure pleasure, still moaning 'Yes' to herself and anyone else who was listening. I didn't know any woman ever actually said 'yes' whilst having sex, I thought it was just something you read about. My arm strength was not great and I realised I was lying on top of her without supporting myself much, but she didn't mind. As the spurts died back and the paroxysm faded away she put her arms around me and pulled me tighter on top of her, my anorak and ruckled-up skirt on her bare boobs and tummy, and we lay there for ages, just enjoying each other and ...

... getting our breath back.

At length, I eased myself out of her pussy and from between her thighs, rolled over and dug around in my pocket for a tissue. I wiped myself off then offered her a clean one still in the packet. I watched her put her bra on again, an engineering exercise to make anyone proud to be a part of, and we both stood up and reorganised our knickers, leggings and skirt. Without saying anything, but with our libido overflowing, we continued our ramble up to the top of Sheepstor (thankfully not very far away) where we ate the picnics we had brought with us, gazing around us at the terrific views in all directions, and just chatting about normal things.

Eventually, we gathered ourselves and our things together again and set off downhill, aiming for the car park. We had to pass the spot where we had just had such a great time with each other, and strangely neither of us wanted to pass it. We looked at each other naughtily, and ducked back behind the same rocks as before.

“Let's get all our clothes off, this time,” she suggested, already starting to take off her backpack.

“Good idea,” I said. “I'll watch!”

So I did. First off was her white tee-shirt, exposing her 32EE bra. Then that came off, too. Next, she undid her boots and took them off along with her socks while I admired her breasts which flopped around a little every time she bent down. My eyes were fixated her her lovely puffy nipples (a point not lost on her). Then off came her leggings and ...