Hypnotryst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hypnotryst - Part 2

... respond, but it’s delicate and soft, gently plucking at my lips; and then when I responded in kind, he touches his tongue to mine, pointed and furtive, stealing quickly into my mouth and then retreating, begging for me to follow. So I do! Oh, and the contrast of the hard tongue between soft and supple lips, mirroring the soft folds of my sex stretched around the thick, driving shaft of his cock; it’s divine. It brought me back into the game and now I feel my pussy buzzing again with real pleasure as I struggle to get my breath. I cry out softly when his lips pull away, but a second later they close around my nipple and I feel a warmth building inside me as he teases and licks my breast with that darting tongue, gently nibbling the point of my nipple and firing off sparks of electric pleasure that fizz through my entire body. He switches to my other breast, sending fresh bursts of ecstasy through me, and now I feel something soft pressing at my lips. What …? OH MY GOD! TW: What is it? SR: It’s not Ryan kissing me! It’s the girl on the bed! Oh my goodness! She’s crouched over me and sending me to heaven with her lips and tongue while Ryan fills me with cock; and now she’s cupping her own naked breast and holding it to my lips. I’m not acting consciously; I can’t even think. My lips part – almost involuntarily – and her nipple slips between them. Somehow my tongue reaches forward and touches it; it’s stiff and resists at first, but I press harder and the soft breast beneath ...

... yields to me. Tentatively I harden the tip of my tongue and brace it at the base of that hard nub, lifting it into my upper lip just to feel it push back against me, and then I suck, just the tip, drawing my tongue into a tunnel and mercilessly extruding her nipple into its hot, wet embrace. She moans softly with my nipple in her mouth and then bites me gently in retaliation, eliciting moans of my own. I feel her hand searching down over my stomach and then she touches my clitoris, setting off an explosive charge that makes me clamp down on Ryan’s cock. Her fingers play around his shaft and into the river of juices tricking down my perineum, and then she returns to my clitoris with wet, dancing fingertips flicking across my love button. (EDIT: My eyes are locked on Susan now. With one hand down her soaking panties and the other plucking and kneading her breast, her bottom is lifting off the chair to meet her searching, probing fingers and I can tell she is moments away from orgasm. The heat in my own sex is almost burning my fingers; I drop my notepad and cup my breast, tweaking the nipple as I slip a third finger into my straining entrance. It’s too much! With thoughts of Susan’s boyfriend deep inside my sex and her mystery woman sucking my breast, I tip over the edge of a gentle, shuddering orgasm; holding my breath to stop from crying out while my knees draw involuntarily up to my chest. Quivering down the other side, I draw a tentative, shaking breath and open my eyes again ...