Quarantined with Kell, Part I - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part I

... she lifted it and lowered her head, running her tongue in circles around the aureole.

Her other hand was buried deep between her legs. She saw my eyes looking and pulled them apart, revealing strands of auburn, curly hair plastered to the edges of her drenched slit. She ran a finger down her labia, then parted them, giving me a look at something I had only ever dreamed of since that night on the beach.

My cock leapt back to full attention. Our eyes locked and I stroked. I took a step forward towards her, then another, and another, until finally I was positioned just a couple of feet away from her. She stared at my cock, the aperture at the tip was gaped wide by the erection and pre-come was dribbling out. The sheets between Kell’s legs were soaked with her fluid.

She moaned softly and whispered. “Come for me, please come for me.”

I had been edging, but that was all it took. My balls contracted and a thick, sticky shot of come arced out and landed in the middle of the puddle of grool on her sheets. Shot after shot of the ropy jizz landed on her sheets.

Kell’s own rubbing had become frantic. Her eyes were still locked on my cock, but the hand that had been rubbing her breasts reached out to the puddle of juice in front of her, rubbed ...

... it across her fingers, then smeared it across her chest.

I had thought I was almost done coming, but this added fuel to my fire as a fresh load shot out, landing on her hand as it scooped up more of our combined juices to rub on her body. Finally she arched her back and lifted herself up on her knees as she came, a fresh flood of juices mixing with mine on the sheets.

She sank back onto the bed. I leaned back against the wall. We stared at each other.

I was the first to break the silence. “I’ll change the sheets,” I said.

“Only if you’ll join me in bed,” she answered. “If not, at least I have something to remember you by,” she added and ran her hands along the puddle again, lifting her fingers to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, licking slowly up her fingers, tasting the gaps between where the juices stuck together and lingered. She individually put each finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.

She held out her other hand to me.

“Want a taste, baby?” she asked.

The enormity of what I had just done struck me. My cock sank. I shook my head. Silently, a broken man, I withdrew, my head spinning even worse than before I had shot my load.

I was frightened.

Plan X was starting to look dangerously close.

[TO BE CONTINUED]