Mounted - Sex Stories

Mounted

... changed.

Her hands explored my thighs and stomach again before a finger slipped between my engorged lips. Slipped was exactly right. I was so wet and so aroused that the first touch of her on the hard knot of my clit almost made me cum instantly. Kirsten read the signs and withdrew to find the slippery entrance to my hole. Inside, she crooked two fingers, hooking them under my pubic bone, searching for sensitivity.

She found the spot, and I felt my hips flexing in anticipation. As she probed my innards, her thumb pressed hard against my clitoral area, and suddenly I was being masturbated in two places at once. I felt my body losing control, my hips gyrating and flexing. Her face appeared above me, my nipples forgotten, as she kissed me, mouths wide open, tongues dancing together. My hands were grasping the bed sheets, and my fingers were claw-like. I felt every muscle in my body being tensed to its maximum.

Then the dam broke. I saw nothing other than fireworks in my brain, but I heard my grunts and my screams. I saw nothing but felt great thrusts, and my body was rolling around in ecstasy. An orgasm like no other.

I was lying there, still panting, in post-orgasmic bliss, when I felt Kirsten move. I opened my eyes to see her body above me, legs splayed to my sides, and the gaping maw of her dripping, wet pussy lowering towards me.

Her flesh landed on my face, and as she pushed back, her wetness enveloped my mouth and nose. Automatically, I pushed my tongue ...

... out and flicked it around, exploring until I found the hardness of her clit. I knew exactly what to do. The smell and taste of a sexually aroused woman assailed my senses. It had been a long time, but I was ready to love a woman once more.

Her tongue pushed and slid over my hard clit at the same time as I was doing the same to her. There was little noise other than our quiet moans of pleasure whenever a tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot.

My clitty was already very sensitive from Kirsten’s previous efforts, and my next orgasm came fast. I felt my body jerk, trying to lift her off the bed as each spasm hit. As I relaxed, my tongue increased its pressure on her hard knot until her body started to thrash around, the uncontrollable movement forcing her onto my face. Mouth and nose immersed in fluids, her flesh like a gag, my head no more than a block to be ground down by her rotating thighs.

I lost count of the number of cums we had; the period between each one seemed to shorten each time until they merged into a stream of thrusting, heaving bodies. Until the moment when there was a resounding crash in my ears and a squeal of pain from Kirsten.

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3: Kirsten’s Caravan: Stefan’s Story

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When I awoke, I was alone, but in my befuddled mind, there were strange, unidentifiable noises. I sat up and took a long draught of the flat wine, lubricating my parched throat. As my brain fog cleared, I realised something was going on in the bedroom—a continuous stream of ...