Angie's Love - Sex Stories

Angie's Love

... pliant flesh, the insides of her thighs, and prising her legs apart. Angie, her face flushed rose with passion, softly kisses his lips pushing her tongue deep inside his willing mouth, devouring him with her taste.

She opens her legs wide for him, craving him. He splays her lubricious labia, drawing her lips apart with his deft fingers, stretching her veinous fleshy skin, rubbing her erect clit, struggling to restrain himself from thrusting his erect cock deep inside her, penetrating her beguiling love-hole, fucking this beautiful woman he barely even knows.

'Angie, I'm not wearing a sheath...' he begins.

She presses her fingertips to his lips to quieten, 'It's alright. I'll take a pill. Just fuck me, will you?'

They kiss-some-more. She impales herself on him, hungrily, feeding his full length inside her lubricious cleft, sliding, up then down, his slippery rigid cock, clenching his girth with her birth muscle.

He bears her body weight, kneading her doughy breasts, stimulating her naughtily with his stubby middle finger. She shudders at his intervention, writhing in ecstasy on his glorious spear, cupping her breast, forcing her stiff teat into his mouth suckling the baby she couldn't birth.

They ascend, pinpricks of light, glowing scarlet fireflies, pervading their ruptured minds. ...

... They bond, their bodies meld, locked-together-tightly, they grip, claw, clench, tear, and fight each other.

Soaring to her climax, Angie screams at the top of her voice, 'Miss you, Michael! Love you, Michael!'

Spent, shattered, his tarnished doll, she flops onto his limp body whimpering softly, lovingly, 'Do you love me? Please, tell me, you do.'

'I do love you, Angie, very much,' he groans then spurts his fertile seed.

Tenderly, she slips his still-stiff cock out of her runny snatch and kisses him on the lips.

'You made me all sticky inside, darling,' she laughs, 'I think I need a shower.'

He smiles, genuinely happy for her, truly content for the first time in his life, 'Think you do!'

He shuts his blurring eyes and falls asleep dreaming of her: his widow. Their torrid, rabid, lovemaking.

Angie says a fond 'Goodbye, Michael' under her breath. She grabs her bag, spreads five hundred pounds over the chair, has a hot shower, dries herself, does her hair, puts on fresh make-up, scent, then she climbs on the bed to lie with him, her naked body pressed to his.

Slumped on their love-soiled sheets, she kisses his ear, cheek and lips, then whispers her heartfelt invitation, 'Will you come home with me tonight, please?'

He tells her he will.

Angie's love has only just begun.