One Flight Delayed - Sex Stories

One Flight Delayed

... the travel and sensation I needed to feel bliss, buried deep into her body.

She rode me hard, moving up and down my dick. Her slick juices were spilling all over me. Soon Serie was screaming. She had become an animal. Serie pulled my hair and scratched my chest. Then she yelled, “I’m cumming again, oh my god. I can’t believe it. I’m cumming!!.”

I was so very close too.

“You want to get up, I am about to blow,” I whispered between my heavy breaths.

“No, wait a minute while I finish,” Serie said. “I haven’t felt this for so long. Maybe I’ve never had a moment like this”

“What???? But!!!!”

She was panting and I couldn’t make out her words until Serie finally whispered, “Just cum, while I finish.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice and I blew like a geyser.

I knew her womb was unprotected. This detail was front and centeri n my mind. It didn't bring anxiety or fear. Instead, knowing I was burrying my seed in her fertile garden awoke something animalistic. In this moment i lusted for Serie more than I had ever lusted for a woman.

I could feel my balls straining to push every drop of semen from me to her. Rope after rope spilled from me filling her. She held her pussy tight to the base of my dick burying me deep in her body.

I knew. I don’t know how, but deeep in my bones I knew. I have had unprotected sex before. Not often, and usually when alcohol was involved. Today I was stone cold sober and I knew. Serie's body drank my gift, letting me mark her. ...

... Serie’s body and life would forever change because of our time together in Denver.

Series body would forever tell my story. First, it would bulge over months, then it would feed life, and finally the marks would tell our story on her breasts, abdomen and thighs.

We rolled over and I held her tight.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke hours later, seeing only dark. She was jerking me off and I was rock hard again. Serie guided my hand ever lower down her body once she realized I was awake.

“Finger me baby,” She whispered. “Get me off again.”

I slid my fingers between her vulva lips. They were still wet with what I guessed was a little of her and a little of me. She came again then stood, leaned against the wall, pulled me behind. Serie quickly guided me into her for the second time.

“You’ve earned this. Take me.”

I bent her tiny body in half and buried myself as deep into her as I could. I watched in the mirror as her breasts swung with every thrust.

“Fuck me honey. Go deep in me. Fill me. Holly shit this feels incredible,” she said between deep breaths.

We played through all the classic positions. As we both tired and I was laying on top of her she whispered in my ear. “Baby, don’t hold back. Cum in me. I've already cum three times. We don’t need to fuck for 45 minutes. I am fully pleasured. Now it is your turn.”

I don’t know how she knew. But I had been holding back. The moment she said those words I blew like a volcano erupting into her ...