Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... right now, I got somethin' to put deep into you."

Hands on my hips, he pulled me lower, his cock now anxiously pressed at my entrance.

Grabbing it by the base, I guided him in, sinking down over his shaft in one smooth, slow stroke that left us both gasping for air at the same time.

"Oh, God, Martin. So deep, hun. So warm, so thick, so... fucking... DEEP."

I couldn't believe how natural it felt, even after all that time. Our bodies moved as one, in sync, harmonious. I felt him throb with each heartbeat, felt myself contract then expand around his girth.

Even though I was on top, Martin took control; his hands supporting and guiding my body, leg muscles and glutes tensing as he lifted himself to meet my downward thrusts, plunging ever deeper, making me squeal in delight.

The wet sounds of our coupling filled the air, soon joined by another; Joan was enjoying herself on the couch, her voice now harmonizing with our chorus of passion.

Beneath me, Martin began to struggle. "Wait, Tess, slow down! I don't know that I can hold it back if you..."

"Don't hold back," I encouraged him. "Cum. Cum inside me! It's okay. It's safe. And I want it. I can feel you, oh, God, yes, I feel it! Swelling up inside me, hitting my spot! I'm gonna cum too, just don't... hold... back!"

The familiar heat rose from within me, spreading like wildfire through every nerve ending. My chest flushed a deep red, my breath now ragged gasps from my lungs, mouth agape, eyes ...

... rolled back as my body rocked with wild abandon.

Martin was howling, his cock a pulsing rocket exploding hot fuel deep inside me. Pulling him close, I held him to my sweaty bosom as we caught our collective breath, just basking in the afterglow.

I then felt another set of arms around me. Joan, now behind me, hugging me close to her, her hands gently caressing my sensitive skin in the way she knew I liked post orgasm.

The three of us sat there, simply holding each other, for what felt like forever.

Martin broke the silence first. "Thank you, Tess. And you, Joan. I'd... I'd almost forgotten what that... what that could... be like..."

His voice broke on the last few words as fresh tears ran from his eyes.

"You're more than welcome, darling," Joan answered while I kissed his damp cheeks. "We were glad to remind you. No one should ever have to go without intimacy. Tess and I truly enjoy sharing ourselves together. And it's been an honor to share her now with you, Martin. Anytime you need her, if she is willing, I'm thrilled for it to happen."

"Thank you, my love," I said, turning to kiss her. "Now, if you please, could you fetch me some tissues, or some wipes? I'm starting to, well... leak. And I don't wanna stain the cushions."

"Oh, I should say not! Don't you move an inch til I get back, you hear?"

While Joan scrambled to get something to clean up with, Martin and I sat together, his cock still semi erect inside me, grinning at each other like young ...