Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... mine and didn't realize it. But I didn't care because there was no pain and I was enjoying every second of this. I was so turned on, watching him drink my 'essence', with such fervor and passion, and then thrusting into me like he did. I was looking into his eyes as he made love to me and my orgasms continued rolling one into the next. My god! Is this what it's like? The continuous wave of orgasms? I don't recall ever hearing any of the girls in the locker room bragging about THIS while sneaking a cigarette. I can't help but wonder, why does anyone ever stop fucking? I feel absolutely amazing. And although I don't want to stop I already can't wait until we get to do it the next time. My hands are on his chest, his cock is resting deep inside of me. He's hovering over me, looking into my eyes and studying my face. He's at the perfect angle where his pelvis is massaging my clit. Slowly pulling almost all the way out of me, "Hi!" he says, holding it there, with just the head inside, before slamming it back into me. "How are you doing?" he smiles at me, pulling back out. I can't decide which pace I like better, they both feel just fucking fantastic!. "You're so fuckin beautiful!"

Over and over he slowly pulls out before quickly sending it back. His face is getting closer to mine as he's pulling out. "I want to kiss you" slowly I feel him pushing back in. With a slight giggle I say, "So why start asking now?" He stays deep inside and grinds his pubic bone into "Ohh FUCK!!" my ...

... clit. He says, "Because I went down on you and drank from you, I just..." I stopped him, lifting my hips grinding onto him, "Whao, let me just cut you off there. I don't mind, because I fucking love the way I taste. So, that being said, I will savor the taste on your lips and tongue. AND, I will suck your beautiful cock, and lick our juices from it, when you are done cumming. Just FUCK ME!!" And with that he dropped down, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, tangled his fingers in my hair, pressed his lips to mine and let his tongue slide into my mouth. He was right, I could taste myself on him. And I thought we tasted amazing together. When he laid down on top of me he picked up the pace of his wonderful cock pistoning in and out with a steady movement. Each inward thrust grinding his pelvis into my clit. My wave of orgasms had ended. But with this new pace, I could feel that they were just right there waiting for, I don't know something.

He whispered in my ear, "We have to finish up and get out of here. I want to cum inside of you." Probably a little too frantically I said, "But you're not wearing a condom and what about diseases? I can't get pregnant now! I'm too young and in college." He seemed a little amused that it was only up to now that I decided to worry about, and comment on, the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom. He kept fucking me at the same rhythmic pace, that was keeping me right on the brink. With that calming voice he whispered, "You have absolutely ...