Lost in London - Sex Stories

Lost in London

... pleasure that turned my mind to goo.

My orgasm seemed to last forever.

Then... finally... I slowly slumped back down. My legs fell apart, and I let out a slow, breathy groan. I laid there, eyes closed, dark skin flushed a slight pink, from heaving breasts to cheeks to belly to the hot scarlet of my mons and labia... just panting. My body felt heavy and sticky, and as I opened my eyes I could tell that London had enjoyed the show.

We locked eyes for a moment, seemingly transfixed by our former faces, frozen, until a sudden, unspoken understanding formed, and passed between our swapped minds. The silence was shattered as I hopped off the counter, furiously ripping off what little articles of clothing still hung to my thick, nubile body. London wrapped her arms around my waist, lifting my off the ground and carrying me to the bed. My heart pounded in excitement as my lover tossed me onto the bed like I was her property.

I rolled into my back as London crawled up to me, her massive figure looming over the dainty body. She bowed her head and kissed me again, prompting a fresh wave of goosebumps to break out across my surface. I can't explain how or why, but my body was inflamed with London's touch. It was as if her yearnings had become my own. As if our desires were becoming crossed. I sensually dragged my fingernails up her sides and looped them around her neck. Then, signaling the acceptance of my role in this freaky situation, I slowly spread my legs apart, opening ...

... my sex for its masculine counterpart. I quickly glanced between the valley of my cleavage, and caught a glimpse of the red, swollen head of my former appendage glaring back at me.

I let out a sharp gasp as I felt London's soft, hot glans come to rest against the outer cleft of my slick, puffy lips. I didn't even have time to acclimate to this sensitive contact, though, as London quickly readjusted the angle of her new member, pushing downwards and into my velvety folds.

I clawed at London's back as she rolled her hips forward, gliding into my body. Words can't even describe the otherworldly, alien sensation of my body stretching across London's meaty length. It felt impossibly hot inside me, as though it might gently sear my soft inner walls as it parted my flesh like curtains, pushing ever deeper into my insatiable womanhood. Her slimy shaft raked against my insides for what felt like minutes, before her engorged head came into contact with the spongy barrier of my cervix. A thin sheen of sweat coated our bodies as her heavy torso came to rest on top of mine. Her wrinkly balls pulsed against my puckering asshole and her public hair tickled my swollen clit as she lay perfectly still, buried to the hilt inside her former body. I could feel my inner walls tightening and contracting, moulding themselves around her, so as to perfectly envelop her throbbing rod. The cacophony of previously unknown pleasurable sensations bombarding my brain as I adjusted to the control I had ...