Chapter 3: Touches - Sex Stories

Chapter 3: Touches

... her wet labia. Then when I was stroking my cock for her, T fingered herself, and her hands made contact with my increasingly sensitive scrotum.

We took our time like this for a while, in no rush, not quite edging but very turned on as we shared ourselves intimately, arousing and pleasing each other through pleasing ourselves. After a while, T’s juices, mixed with my pre-cum, coated both of our bodies as we spread it over our thighs, stomachs, chests, and loins. I sucked on my fingers and tasted our cocktail, and T mimicked me, licking her fingers. We were both starting to pant by this stage, and in our continued mirrored masturbation, we were each teasing one nipple in one hand and our genitals with the other.

“I need to come,” T gasped, “it’s been building for too long; I’m desperate now.”

“Do it; I’ll try and wait a bit longer. I want to see your pleasure,” I replied.

I stopped tugging but held my cock firmly, stroking my chest and belly as I watched T begin to pull pulled harder on her nipples with her left hand, and her body started to undulate as she rubbed harder on her clit with her right. I pressed my hips towards her so my balls were against her pussy lips, and she ground against me. That alone was almost enough to make me erupt by this stage, but I took deep breaths and watched as she brought herself off.

T had been breathing deeply for a minute, and she suddenly inhaled sharply, holding her breath with a rasp as her eyes closed tight and then ...

... opened wide as her body tensed before she released a huge moan that seemed to originate from deep inside her. Her fingers paused on her clit, pressing hard for a few seconds as the world appeared to stop turning for her before she let go of the clench and rode the waves of her orgasm. I heard a squirting sound as she came, and then she was pulsing against my balls, coming hard, and I revelled in her pleasure as I saw it overtake her in steady blows until it slowly faded.

I waited for her to return to earth. Her body was so relaxed, so supple as she enjoyed the glow of her orgasm, and after a minute, she chuckled, “God, I needed that. I want to see you come now. Take yourself over the edge for me.”

“With pleasure,” I replied, in part disappointed that this intense experience was about to end but also desperate to release the pressure that had steadily built inside me, not just today, for what felt like months.

I scratched my chest with one hand as I rubbed more of T’s juices up my shaft with the other, pulling roughly on my foreskin, drawing it all the way back and tensing my thighs as I did so. The tickle deep below my stomach had been there for a while, but now I could feel it rising, and being watched by T, who looked both pleased with herself and expectant, was an additional accelerant.

As my orgasm suddenly hit, I grimaced and let out a guttural ‘Oh…ugghhh!” when that familiar flash of almost white light and excessive pleasure of the peak arrived as I held my ...