Andrea's Exploits - Sex Stories

Andrea's Exploits

... dutifully rolled into the position she vacated. Her hands replicated the movements I had made on her just moments before.

I gripped the sides of the mattress.

“No, arms under you, and handsunder the pillow my girl,” she commanded., “I don’t want you touching yourself!”

I did as I was told. My face pressed to the bed and arms under me meant I could not lift my head and upper torso more than a few inches clear of the mattress.

Her hand pulled my knickers sideways, guiding the vibrator to my forchette via the leg hole and from there, introducing it between my labia and into my soaking wet cunnie.

She pressed it home with some force into me; my extreme wetness allowed this rapid and deep penetration.

Her fingers then felt around my bottom, her thumb finding my anus just as I had hers, and she pushed it against that entrance.

My bottom was as wet as hers had been but didn’t yield as easily. She withdrew her thumb and must have stuck it inside herself because when she reintroduced it to my rear, it was slippery and slid through my tight sphincter and into me with relative ease.

I squirmed, not having had that hole invaded before, apart from stroking the entrance and some gentle finger exploration; it felt really odd, but the vibrations in my quim, and my massive arousal, lessened any tension I might have experienced otherwise.

“First time anything up the bum?” she asked, obviously feeling my tension.

“Mmmh,” was all I could utter.

Now she started ...

... to bang me harder with the vibrator.

I felt it ramming in, and pulled quickly out to ram in again, thank fuck I was so wet; it was like an oiled piston running in my pussy; buzzing, squelching, and slurping noisily, as it did its work inside me.

I experienced what I’d given her, a blur as the tool thumped in and out, and her thumb fully in my bottom, lifting me by it like a hook inside me, under my coccyx, so that my hips were pulled off the pillow.

The intensity of the banging brought me off. I let out a gasping moan as my cervix bore down to meet the plastic tool, spiked inside me.

She immediately moved and sat on my back, facing down the bed, and while that climax continued to rip through me, she began an even harder thrusting of the vibrator into me.

One hand tightly squeezing my hip, her weight pressing me into the bed, feeling the springs rebounding as we bounced upon it; my senses reeling as my already orgasming frame was punished and pushed into orbit, the toy hitting my cervix as it dipped involuntarily with each climax, I cried out, my voice muffled by the bedclothes.

“Uh – uh, Chriss-ie,please!”

“Oh no, teen-slut,” she cried as she reamed my hole, but the violence of her fucking of me was receding, and knowing I was nearly spent, she slowed the pace.

She lowered the intensity as I trembled and shook under her.

After a few more gentle strokes, she carefully removed the toy and climbed off my back. She stuck three fingers inside me and held ...