Lost in London - Sex Stories

Lost in London

... lips, probing and stroking and teasing against the tight line of my entrance. I arched upwards, moaning softly with her voice as London slipped my middle finger into me. Overcome by the surreal sensation of having something enter me, I flailed at her hand to hold it buried deep in me as London's vaginal muscles clenched hard, twice, on her hand.

"London," I moaned. "Oh, oh London, oh, you have... have no idea how good that is." She eased her finger backwards, then nuzzled softly into my neck as she pushed hard into me. London's subconscious instincts took over.

"Oh fuck," I groaned. "Oh fuck I need you. I need you so much. I... I want to come on you. Please, can I come on you? Just... just do me hard, please, please I need it, don't be gentle, just... oh... oh please..."

London moved closer, allowing me to wrap my arms around her round, strong shoulders. I held her firmly against me as she began to drive her finger hard and fast into my body. The liquid little noises of each stroke she gave me blended with the faint mewling little gasps I let out whenever her hand bottomed out.

I ached for her.

She was so assertive, so hot, so very much absolutely everything I wanted, from her strong back and heavyset shoulders, to her sculpted chest, to the intense pleasure of the way she moved in and out of me, to the faint scent of her musky, inebriating manhood.

I was utterly and irrevocably lost to her.

She curled her finger over to put pressure against the gently ...

... ribbed front wall of my vagina and the tone and timbre of my noises changed. I began to writhe, to undulate under her; I could feel my thick, heavy thighs quivering.

"London," I begged, "London, please..." She took my nipple between her teeth and bit down gently. I moaned and my leg jerked under her.

Knowing what I'd want, she added her tongue, rolling it on and around the hard firm nub of my tit as she gently suctioned my aching areola. The muscles of my belly began to quiver; my breaths became shorter, even more high-pitched. London shifted, released me, kissed up over nipple and breast and shoulder to my neck, where she began to nuzzle and nibble again. I knew she could feel me stiffening.

She increased her tempo, and then, acting on my own desire, she added her ring finger to my tight little pussy as well. I cried out, then seemed to lose control of London's body as I clamped my thighs on her hand and began to hump up madly against her, grunting little gasps in and out.

When it finally happened, I didn't cry out again, didn't scream or whimper in ecstasy like some girls I'd seen in porn. My first female orgasm felt more primal than that--my entire body quivering as my female muscles clamped and released over and over and over on her deeply buried fingers. Instead of quickly ripping through me like a sharp, male orgasm, this one seemed to crescendo upwards through my folds, flowing from my pussy through my nerves, into every crevice of my body with a soft, fuzzy ...