Jack's Adventures 02: Margaret 02 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 02: Margaret 02

... darkness. I turned back toward her, and felt her turn over, turning her back to me, but not coldly, because her butt then pressed up against my crotch. I put an arm over her and she held it, and I pushed my pelvis into her, my cock pressing against an ass cheek.

We lay like this for a few minutes, until she shifted her position slightly, her hips moved subtly, and her butt rubbed back against my dick. Once, twice, three times.

Okay maybe she wasn't just changing position.

I started moving my hips in return and lightly ground my crotch against her, and moved my arm so that my hand cupped a breast. The cotton of the pajamas was doing almost nothing to disguise the feel of her body underneath, the weight of the boob, the softness of the flesh.

Margaret reached behind her with a hand and dug around my hips for the waistband of my sweats. Then her hand was under the hem and inside, brushing over my inner thighs, and I felt it find my cock and grab it. She started tugging on it, and desire surged through me. I put my hand down the front of her shirt and grabbed her naked breast, and moved my chin over her shoulder, breathing in her ear. Her body started to writhe against mine, her hand continuing to play with my dick while I massaged and held her tit, lightly pulling on her nipple. Our breathing was heavy, but otherwise we were soundless, lusting for each other in the dark.

She turned her head and our lips found each other and we started making out, our breath ...

... fresh with mint. I took my hand off her breast and out of her shirt and reached for the front of her pajama pants. I undid the string at the front and then shoved my hand under the elastic and put my hand on her pussy. She lifted her upper leg slightly to give me better access, and when I first touched her labia her kissing grew more feverish, her hand tugging harder on my cock.

I starting rubbing at her clit, feeling the warmth of her, her wetness growing. I was running my finger around it in small circles, and at one point she broke off kissing me to say "oh shit" before leaning back to me and kissing me again. Her free arm bent up and gripped the back of my head, pushing our faces together. I put my tongue in her mouth and she reciprocated, and we explored each other's mouths as we continued masturbating each other.

I moved my finger lower, rubbed around her hole for a second, and then inserted it. She moaned into my mouth then turned her head away and rested it on her pillow, panting softly, her hand jerking at my penis. I hooked my finger and tried getting at her g-spot, but the angle was almost impossible on my wrist. I moved my weight, her hand came off my penis, and I climbed on top of her.

Light from the apartment building next door shone around the very edges of my curtains, so I could see the faintest outline of Margaret below me in the dark, her hair tousled darkly around her head. I pulled the pajama pants off of her, the marble color of her legs almost ...