Cum Dancing... It's Only Natural - Sex Stories

Cum Dancing... It's Only Natural

... intoxicating. Her breasts pressed against my chest, almost spilling out her top. I pulled hard on her hips seeking friction for my aching young cock.

She moaned into my neck, her breath hot against my skin. "You feel so good," she murmured. I couldn't help but smile against her skin, knowing that I did. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her and forget everything else.

Her movements became more urgent, her hips rocking harder against mine. I could feel the wetness between her legs, and it only made me harder. I knew I had to find a way to make this happen, to make us come together. Our grinding became less and less dancing and more and more just grinding. But we both needed the facade of dancing.

I pulled back from her slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. They were wild with desire, and it was all I could do not to lose control. Slowly, afraid she would stop me or be mad, I slid my hand from her hip up to her fat breast, squeezing it through her dress.

She moaned, arching into my touch. Her nipple hardened through the material of the dress and beneath my fingers, and I could feel her body trembling with need. But, we both kept moving as if dancing.

Her movements became more urgent, and I could feel the heat between her legs as she ground on my thigh. I slipped my other hand under her skirt, feeling the smooth warmth of her thigh. I moved it higher, closer and closer until I was holding her ample panty-covered ass cheek in my hand.

"You ...

... feel so good," she moaned into my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "Don't stop dancing, sweetie" Her hips bucked harder against me, grinding against my throbbing cock. I could feel the head of my dick pushing against her dress directly over her pussy now, desperate for release.

I slid my hands up her back, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. With one swift motion, I spun her around, pinning her against the laundry room door. She gasped as our bodies pressed together, her breasts flattened against my chest, and her one leg wrapped around my waist. Our hips kept moving, as if dancing. My hand on her ass had slowly pulled the hem of her dress up until my cock, trying to bust through my slacks, was rubbing directly on her panty-covered pussy.

"Oh god, you feel so good," she moaned into my ear. "Keep dancing. I am so close!" Her hips bucked harder against mine, urging me on. I could feel her wetness through her panties and my slacks; my own control was slipping away, but I wanted this to last. I wanted her to remember every touch, every breath, every sensation.

With one hand, I reached up and cupped her breast, massaging her soft, full flesh through the fabric of her dress. She arched into my touch, her back pressing into the door. With the other hand, I slid my fingers lower, until I was touching her through her panties. They were soaked and slick with her juices. It was the sexiest thing I had ever felt. "You are so wet, Auntie." She quickly hushed me, ...