TRUE STORY: What Happens In Vegas ... Stays Burned In My Memory (revised) - Sex Stories

TRUE STORY: What Happens In Vegas ... Stays Burned In My Memory (revised)

... the bed, forcefully spread her thighs and attacked her bald snatch with abandon. She apparently loved my mouth on her pussy, and immediately grabbed my head to draw me farther in. Her large outer lips spread wide as my tongue made the trek between the bottom of her vagina up to her clit. I took my time to ... first grab a deep breath ... then bury my mouth and nose in as deeply as possible, sensually separating her inner lips and tonguing as deeply in as possible. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar scene of a satisfied woman ... musky and rich. I paused for a moment to look at her still open and pulsing pussy ... and I marveled at how pink her labia and other womanly parts looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the richness of the color. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with pleasure had something to do with the shade down there!

But I wasn't done. Raising my wet face up from between her thighs, I saw Lauren's post-cum smile widen as I began to caress her hips, thighs and intimate areas. I cupped her pussy under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to ease her into her second round of action. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my fingers would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my fingers up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer lips and teasing her labia and clit, three slipped inside. I could have gone for four, ...

... but I decided to focus on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my palm up and stroked until I found the magic point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full strength of my forearm to vibrate her pussy opening while the pads of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both hands to grab and hold my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her pass out. I relented and slowly ... gingerly even ... removed my fingers.

I got up off the bed and sipped some more of my bourbon. As I raised the glass to my lips I could smell the sweetness of the alcohol and the muskiness of Lauren's pussy. Those two smells were so wonderful together. Lauren had rolled over from her back to her side, and her head was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a piece of hot licorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my drink in my hand ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a walked toward her ... I placed my cock head to her ample Black lips. Without even lifting her head or opening her eyes, she licked my gland and then parted her lips inviting me in.

I slid the tip in and enjoyed the feeling of her tonging me. That, plus the bourbon float I was feeling, caused me to start gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my cock was in about half way and Lauren changes her position to open herself up more, and to take more control. I don't remember everything she did, but I do remember her reaching one of her slender ...