Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two

... dreamed about for months. I pulled his trunks off and placed my hand on his cock. It was so hard, and I knew he wanted me. Paul took my virginity that night, and in the weeks and months that followed, we fucked every chance we got. I fell deeper and deeper in love with him; he was kind gentle, and always had my needs in mind. But there was always something missing, something that went unfulfilled."

I moved my hand further up his thigh. If I'd slid it between his legs, my hand would have touched his cock.

Jerry leaned forward, his head beside mine, as he whispered, "You can touch me if you want."

I continued my story, "After we graduated, Paul asked me to marry him. I said yes, hoping that our deep, undying love would compensate for the feelings I had been having.

I slowly slid my hand inward and touched Jerry's erect cock. His eyes closed as I began.

"You see, Jerry, what was missing, what gave me the feeling of being unfulfilled, is exactly what my hand is touching right now. Paul's cock is only three inches when completely erect."

Jerry's eyes opened instantly, "You must have loved him so much," he said.

"Yes, with all my heart and soul," I answered.

"The months turned into years. We were blessed with two children, and I was resigned to living my life without ever knowing the feeling of being completely satisfied without ever experiencing the sensation of having my pussy filled completely with a big hard cock."

As my hand slowly began sliding ...

... up and down his rock-hard cock, I looked up into his crystal-clear blue eyes and said, "That's what brought me to you tonight, Jerry. I want you to be the man who satisfies me, fills my pussy completely, and finally makes me happy."

"I will," Jerry said just before he kissed me deeply on the mouth.

The bartender had been watching us for some time and approached while Jerry and I were kissing. "Excuse me," he said, forcing us to break our passionate kiss. "I think you two should get a room."

Jerry turned his head toward the bartender and said, "I was thinking the same thing.” I smiled at the barkeep and then turned to Jerry, "Fuck me," I said just to let him know that the room wouldn't be wasted.

Jerry slipped off his stool, then helped me off mine, and together we walked toward the door, his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip. Every man in the place watched, knowing that later that night, we would be making passionate love.

As we walked across the street, I glanced toward my minivan; Paul's car was parked beside mine, his shoulders and head silhouetted by the light behind. He's spying on me, I thought, sitting out here in the dark to see me leave with my new lover. I decided to give him something to remember. Jerry's car was two rows in front of Paul's, and as we reached the passenger door, I turned and leaned against the side. "Kiss me again," I said.

Jerry placed his hands against the top of the door and leaned down, kissing me gently on the ...