She Came to My Room Again Last Night - Sex Stories

She Came to My Room Again Last Night

I was awakened by a voice calling my name. "Alex. Alex. Alex!" Soft, feminine, but insistent. "Wh-wha?" I mumbled, still mostly asllep. "I had another nightmare. Can I sl**p with you?" This brought me fully awake. I looked at the figure standing in the doorway of my bedroom, silhouetted by the faint light from the hallway. As always, she was presenting herself perfectly, sheer nightie doing nothing to hide her rapidly-developing sexuality: The curtature of her body clearly displayed, her legs posed in classic cheesecake style, with her left leg bent slightly at the knee with foot magnificently arched and toes pointed straight down, just making contact with the floor. I could feel my cock getting hard. "Well, of course, honey," I lazily replied. "Come on in!" She squealed with girlish delight as she raced across the floor and leapt onto me. the fabric of her long t-shirt failing utterly to conceal the fact that the nipples of her full, young breasts were erect. "You know I have to get back to sl**p, don't you?" I asked mischieviously. "Of course, Alex," she breathed, kissing me on the lips. "But I need you to pull the blanket over me, because I'm just a helpless girl who needs a man to protect her." I did what she asked, reconfiguring the quilt that her late mother had knitted for me. She snuggled up against me, running her left hand over my chest. "Ooh, you're so hairy, Alex," she moaned. "Why you you insist on called me by my name instead of just calling me---" "Shhh!" she ...

... said, putting a finger to my mouth. "As long as I can call you by your name, then I don't have to feel so guilty about what we do." With that, she sat up in my bed, pulled the quilt down some, and took off the flimsy excuse for clothing that she'd been wearing. I rose up as well, pulling the quilt all the way down, and gazed upon her: God, she's gorgeous! Long, wavy blond hair spread out over the pillow, soft, smooth, moist lips, big blue eyes gazing adoringly up at me, and those TITS! Jesus! I grabbed them in my hands, fondling and kneading them as she gasped in pleasure. I began to straddle her, that I might fuck those beautiful orbs as I had in the past, but she stopped me. "No, Alex, I need it in my cunt tonight." This was not a problem! My head swimming with lust, I lifted her long, silky-smooth legs and mounted her. I had no patience or control at this point. Acceeding to her demand, I rammed my pulsing, throbbing, swollen cock into her vagina, causing her to cry out. "Fuck me, Alex! Fuck me like you used to fuck mom!" This inflamed me: She had never been so wanton before! I immediately began slapping here back and forth across the face, eliciting pleasure from her gasps and tears. "WHORE!" I bellowed. "How dare you compare yourself to your mother?!?" Her lovely young head arched back on the pillow in ecstasy. "Mom told me how to be your whore!" she giggled. This made me even angrier. "CUNT!" I growled as my slapping continued. "You fucking little harlot!" "YES! YES! OH ...