Mounted - Sex Stories

Mounted

... increased in tandem, louder and longer, until there were no gaps other than when she drew breath. I knew the signs—a body so familiar—but the intensity of her orgasm was far greater than normal; her fingers fisted, pummeling at the sheets as her body writhed beneath me.

One down, one to go. I pulled out of my wife, glanced down at Kirsten’s taught buns, and then turned to push my slippery shaft between her pussy lips.

“Are you ready, slut?”

“Fuck me, auld gadgie, fuck me hard.”

Just as I was about to push home, Angelica sat upright on the edge of the bed, leaned across Kirsten, and took my cock slathered in her juices into her mouth, sucking my head with gusto. She then used her hands, one on each cheek, to pull those delicious orbs apart. I looked down to see Kirsten’s puckered hole staring back at me as I repositioned, and then I slipped my cock head inside her cunt.

Angelica lay down beside Kirsten, rubbing her hand over her back and shoulders before she turned to her and kissed her on the lips. As I watched their tongues flickering around, I pushed all the way home, then started a slow, gentle fucking motion.

Lifting herself once more, Angelica resumed the gentle rubbing motion on Kirsten’s back, and then, with a wolfish glance at me, she shifted her hands to Kirsten’s buttocks, pulling them apart for me to see into the depths of her anal hole, just as she had done a minute earlier. But this time she leaned over, her tresses softly brushing the white ...

... flesh, and started licking the exposed crack.

The two sensations created the perfect combination of pleasure, and Kirsten’s body reacted quickly. Gasping and heaving, she had a series of violent spasms on my shaft.

Two down, just me to go. I pulled back from Kirsten’s sopping wet cunt, my shaft erect in front of me. Angelica wasted no time in getting on the floor and taking me in her mouth again to enjoy the slimy flavours that had previously been inside her new lover.

Kirsten knelt beside her, and then the two of them started deep kissing while stroking each other's breasts tenderly.

Standing above them, I stroked my slippery cock, running my fingers across the sensitive glans, pressing harder around my frenulum, gradually increasing the pressure and speed, and taking myself closer to the edge.

The slurping and groping below never let up; the two women were engrossed in their post-coital nirvana.

I knew I was getting close to cumming.

“I’m ready; come and drink.”

They broke their kiss and turned to face my body. Two mouths were held wide open, waiting for a few drops of the cream of my life. Angelica kept her eyes screwed shut, knowing how powerful my jets can be. Kirsten’s face was turned up, her eyes fixed on the hand furiously wanking my cock.

And then there was the feeling every man knows—the beautiful sensation of his semen racing up the length of his shaft. I heard myself gasping with pleasure just before the first rope flew out to land across ...