Peter, Paul and Mary - Sex Stories

Peter, Paul and Mary

... lost. "Oh fuck," I managed as I felt his intrusion into my vagina. Two fingers it felt, they moved apart inside me, opening me, widening me as his tongue danced around my clitoris.

He sucked my clitoris and whilst it was held in his mouth, with his fingers dancing inside my vagina, he clamped my clitoris with his teeth and flicked his tongue across, just lightly. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to, and I didn't want to. I knew I should not let him; I knew it was taboo, I didn't care.

I realised he had stopped licking me, I felt lost, I had been close. "Get up mum," he said.

I got to me feet, Peter took my arms and turned my round, "Lean forward mother and bend over the sofa."

I bent forward and took my weight on my arms on the sofa cushions. I felt my skirt being pulled up and laid over my back. I knew that he could see everything I had. I felt his fingers slide down my bottom and over my vagina, and he parted my labia and rubbed along my valley. I felt him stand close to me and then he pushed in.

I felt the end of his cock as he pushed past my opening and entered me, slowly, surely, he didn't stop until I was completely filled. I could feel his balls as they jiggled against my thigh, and then he withdrew. Not completely, but enough to leave me feeling empty, but my opening stretched. He pushed back in, the emptiness was gone, oh God, it had been so long since I had felt this.

He began to increase his tempo, his cock head pushing at my depth, then ...

... receding, I could feel it as it slid inside me, widening as it pushed in, voiding me as he pulled back. Faster and harder he went, the slap sound as he pressed deep and hit my buttocks, forcing them apart, and the squish noise as his cock fucked me. I had missed this feeling, oh Paul, why can't you do this to me.

I was gurgling, my breath seemed to hold and I could feel the heat in my crotch. A pulse started in my clitoris and electrical shocks flowed to my nipples and my toes. I felt my back tensing and then the explosion of pleasure came, an orgasm washed through my body like a hurricane through a tropical island. I was spent. Peter still fucked me, he wasn't done.

"This is it mum, this is what you need," Peter said as he went faster, harder and deeper, my body almost unresponsive as I recovered from my orgasm. "I'm going to fill you mum, fill your womb with my spunk."

The crudity of his language just made me hotter, and I felt the little pulses again, the tension returned and as he pressed in and held, I felt his spurts just before my body orgasmed and I lost all sense of what or where.

I felt him step back and his cock slipped out of me, my crotch feeling both used and abandoned. I didn't want to move. The warmth from my orgasms was still with me and I felt more relaxed than I had in years. I was sure I had a broad smile on my face.

I heard the click of a photo being taken. "The sight of my spunk dripping out of your cunt is the best thing I have ever seen ...