Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... that little, short, familiar intake of breath as my penis slid past the first gripping ring of cunt muscle.

I lay on top of her and we kissed. The heat between us was sweet. Roger's presence receded from the scene. I wondered what he might be thinking.

My hips began to move. She pushed back into me and we coupled for a few moments, kissing all the time.

Then, and this is not uncommon when we seek an extended coupling, she urged me out, flipped me on my own back and mounted me this time.

Hands on my shoulders, two breasts dangling in front of my face, a slow smile on hers, she began to grind into me. Her head hair waved about as she slid in and out.

She often liked it this way and could get quite worked up. I looked over and saw Roger's eyes wide.

After a bit of exquisite grinding, as she would press her mons into me at the bottom of her pushing, I could tell she was getting close. Another flip, I wanted to finish on top of her. My next penetration was quick and urgent.

She lay back and looked at me when I went in, fire in her eyes.

Then, surprise, she turned her head, looking at Roger. She removed the hair tie off her wrist and awkwardly fashioned a pony tail. She opened her mouth, an invitation to Roger's now insistent erection.

Her arousal must have been powerful, since it did not take a whole lot of pushing into her before she was close to the edge. This is a rare event for us, for her to climax from coupling alone, but of course that night I ...

... perhaps had longer staying-power with a second round than usual. Typically I would finish inside her, and then furnish her own climax with tongue or fingers.

She'd left off Roger's penis as she climaxed, her face all scrunched up, breathing rapidly, eyes closed, while I continued to push into her. The sight of his own erection looked lovely as illuminated by the beside table light.

Her own energetic pleasure brought me close as well, as I felt her cunt clipping my cock.

Faster, harder, she was getting a good fuck. My anus clamped shut, my ass cheeks heaved, and she took my urgent discharge.

A few last feeble pushes and she had absorbed every last once of sperm I had to offer inside her.

The rest of my body then felt like a warm damp dishrag draped out on top of her. Her fingers ran up and down my flanks, a sweet embrace.

Finally, I uncunted and rolled to the side. She gave me a leer, then turned to Roger.

"Thanks for waiting. I don't want you to be left undone." Low voice, seductive.

So her attention went from me to my best bud.

She had Roger lay out on his back, his erection defiantly pointing up along his belly to his head, balls all drawn up in their furry nest.

Barb sat on her haunches at his side. She ran a hand down into his scrotal mass, cupping and squeezing. I think she remembered that I had said Roger liked this.

She leaned over and took his cock-head into her mouth. Her breasts drifted down, long and heavy, right in front of him. Roger ...