Quarantined with Kell, Part II - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part II

... with it,” she said, wiping laughter tears from her eyes. “Go check your phone, see who it is. I bet it’s Bella.”

I was laying on the floor holding my sides as tears of laughter rolled down my face. I crawled to the phone.

“Nope, it’s Bridget,” I said. “I’ll call her back when we’re done.” I tossed the phone back on the table.

Kell lept at me and pulled me flat on my back on the floor and rolled on top of me. The laughter and silliness was gone. She needed to fuck. I needed to fuck. No more interruptions or trying to re-create the past. Here and now, hot and hard, were all that mattered.

She planted her lips on mine hard enough that I felt the back of my head sink into the carpet. I pressed back. Our damp lips met. I inhaled her breath, her life.

She disengaged and ran her tongue down my chest, licking my nipples. I gave a little moan. Her hair cascaded across my body. I ran my hand through her curls. I hit spots where the jizz/grool from last night’s stroke fest had dried and tangled hair. The fact that she was still covered in her own juices and my come made me only harder.

Her mouth reached the top of my bathing suit. My cock was straining, tenting the fabric. She looked up at me and our green eyes met.

“I have been waiting an eternity for this moment,” she whispered.

She used her mouth to slide the trunks down and off. She ran her tongue up my leg, starting at the ankle, sliding up the inside of the calf, the inside of my thighs. As she moved, her ...

... breasts slid along my skin, I could feel her hard nipples against my legs. She lowered her head and breathed against my balls, my cock, then ran her tongue up the underside, flicking it across the base of the head.

I gasped. “Jesus Kell, suck it.”

“You want me to suck your cock?” she whispered softly. “Tell me you want me to suck it.”

“Suck it already.”

“What’s the magic word?” she asked, still flicking her tongue all around the head, driving me mad.

“Please. For fuck’s sake, please either suck it or fuck it. I don’t care which, just do something.”

She giggled and for a moment I was afraid she was going to lapse into another round of laughter. But she opened her mouth, closed her lips, and slid them down the shaft about halfway, where she stopped and pulled back up, my cock slipping free from her lips with a loud pop.

“Can’t take it all?” I challenged.

“Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.

She slid her mouth down again, this time about three-quarters of the way. Then, before I could make any more comments, she slid her lips down until they were at the very base. I could see her distension. It felt incredible and it looked hot.

Slowly she slipped my cock back out of out throat. It slid free of her mouth and left a thread of slime from the tip to her lips. She smiled and let the slime dribble down her tits.

“Any more questions about how much I can take?” she asked.

“Nope,” I said. “But when you get finished playing around, maybe we ...