Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12

... panties. He let my breast free from his mouth and looked up at me.

"Can I?" He asked, his fingertips waiting just under my waistband now. I nodded emphatically.

"God yes, please!!!" I sighed. I would have screamed for him to fuck me if I could think straight, but I was so focused on the immediacy of his fingers that it was all I wanted. He slid his hand into my panties, and I felt the cool air against my wet slit as the fabric was pulled from me immediately replaced with the heat of his hand exploring between my legs.

"Ohhh." He moaned as he touched me for the first time. I groaned back at him and lifted my hips, causing his finger to push between my lips and slide along my slit, barely brushing past my opening. I felt my eyes roll back. My hips fell and he found my clit again, directly touching it, and making me moan loudly, a sort of half startled whimper. I came against his hand, shaking as I could feel my insides flaring, desperate for something to grab onto.

"Finger me!!!" I moaned, and he responded quickly, dipping his fingers between my folds and getting them wet with my cum before searching for my aching opening. When he found it, he teased around it and my hips rose, causing one of his fingers to sink into me slightly. I threw my head back. He pushed the finger the rest of the way in and I felt my kegel muscles tightening around it. He hooked it, and felt around inside me, teasing the spot I can never reach. It was like he found it by instinct. God I ...

... fucking love him. He pumped his finger a few times into me, and I felt my insides flare. He continued to drink from me and I continued to squeeze my tit harder and harder. I could feel my hand getting wet but I didn't care. I was so close to cumming. And then he added another finger.

I gasped, and rocked my hips a little as he worked it into me. I must have been really tight even for his two fingers because it felt like he had to use some force. But then he hooked the fingers and I made a high pitched whine as I started to cum for him. He started to pump his fingers into me, and I could hear how wet I was, it sounded so obscene as he finger fucked me through my orgasm. I could feel my pussy gripping them on the out stroke, not wanting to let go. He nudged my hand out of the way with his face and switched nipples and I grabbed his hair as I shook. When I finally came down, I let go of his hair, and I let him know he could ease off of me, I was too sensitive.

He pulled his fingers from me, and sat up, holding his hand in front of his face, looking at the two fingers completely coated and dripping. I grabbed his wrist with both hands, and pulled them to my lips, taking his fingers all the way in my mouth, and sucking them clean. Savoring the taste of what he'd inspired from me.

"Holy fuck, Bee... that was so fucking hot." He exhaled.

I smiled and felt my face flush. "Oh my god, that was so good, thank you for that." I sighed, and then I noticed all the milk spilled all ...