Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Three Part 2 - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Three Part 2

... I was to have his rock-hard cock inside me.

I slid the chair aside and slowly bent at the waist. I could feel the hemline of my skirt rise, and when Stephen exclaimed, "No fuckin' way," I knew that my naked labia was exposed. He captured an image of my creamy ass and naked loins.

"Isn't my pussy pretty?" I asked as I straightened up.

"No, it's beautiful," he instantly answered.

I reached around and pulled the tiny tap of my zipper down and let the skirt flutter to the floor around my heels, then bent over again, moving my hands to my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. I asked, "Do you know how much I want to feel your big hard cock inside my asshole?"

"I think I do," he answered.

I moved my hands around, opened the last button of my blouse, slipped it off my shoulders, and let it join my skirt on the floor.

I turned to face him, stepped out of the puddle of fabric surrounding my heels, and toward him. As I started unbuttoning his shirt, I asked, "Do you have any idea how much I want to taste your rock-hard cock?"

I tossed his shirt on the bed and ran my nails down over his chest and the twitching flesh of his abdomen as I undid his belt buckle; I asked, "You do want me to suck his big hard cock, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes, Dianna," he instantly answered.

Stephen kicked off his shoes as I peeled the denim fabric off his legs, leaving his cock concealed by the white cotton fabric of his jockey shorts.

As I straightened up, I placed one hand on ...

... the solid meat of his erection and gently squeezed his shaft as I said, "Kiss me."

His arm circled my waist and pulled me toward him, crushing my tits against his body, pinning my hand to his big hard cock. Our mouths met not in a gentle first kiss between two new lovers but in a passionate, soul-searching kiss. Our tongues intertwined together, our lips crushed against one another, and my body melted against his.

His lips moved to my ear, and he whispered, "You're so beautiful."

I tilted my head back and said, "Sit down and let me show you how enthusiastic I am."

Stephen moved around me, and as he began to sit started peeling his jockey underwear off, but I stopped him saying, "Let me uncover that big beautiful hard cock."

He sat there, cell phone ready, as I got down on hands and knees and slowly crawled toward him. He must have taken three pictures of my seductive crawl, and when I reached his feet, I straightened up and shook my head, causing my wavy brunette locks to cascade haphazardly around my face. My fingertips crawled along his thighs almost as slowly as when I approached his seated body.

I couldn't wait to see it, to study the nuances that weren't revealed in the reflected image he shared with me, and commit the image of his throbbing erection to my memory forever. My fingers trembled as I hooked them beneath the elastic waistband of his jockeys. Slowly releasing his big hard cock from the cotton prison holding him was like unwrapping a sexual ...