Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... the 'Mandingo', but thicker. Derek guided our submissive beauty onto the bed so that she was kneeling with him poised behind her; his lean, powerful arms wrapped tightly around her graceful frame, his cock against her back. His straight, dark length coursed with swollen veins and the bulbous head was flared and full. I looked to be nearly half as long as her torso. Guided by an unseen force, I moved and sat at the side of the bed within reach of their bodies. I studied the golden contours of Michele's graceful curves, and the equally beautiful lines of Derek's dark, chiseled physique. They were complimentary. So different in every way, and yet a perfect match: soft and hard; radiant and dark; submissive and dominant; feminine and masculine. Each was the archetype of their respective gender. They were a breathtaking compliment to each other and I instinctively recognized their natural, irresistible attraction. Derek nuzzled her nape as she leaned forward. He moved down her spine, branching out to gently kiss her shoulder blades, his hands once more locked low on her hips. She was whimpering as she lowered her breasts and head to the bed. She arched her back, offering her sweet bottom to her lover as he pushed her knees far apart to where she was completely spread and vulnerable before him. Derek continued, kissing and licking the small of her back. Now his hands were on her backside, one on each smooth, toned cheek. He kissed the back of her thighs from behind, then her ...

... gorgeous cheeks, then finally her panty-covered pussy. He locked his fingers under her panties and peeled them back before snapping them at the sides. He tossed them over and I held them tightly. "God damn you're beautiful," he said breathlessly. Yes, she was! Her outer lips were soft, supple, and flushed; her inner lips engorged and firm, protruding slightly, parted and symmetrical. Glistening, her perfectly manicured honey-blonde bush underneath. Again he kissed her bottom, then the backs of her thighs, then her inner thighs, then all around her swollen mound. Finally he took the tip of his tongue and touched her clit, then slowly dragged it up through her slit to her anus. She gasped and whined in pleasure, thrusting into in his face as he worked her up and down, pulling her clit and lips with his teeth, lashing them with his tongue, then softly working her delicate anus. Up and down, over and over, then pulling back until she begged for release. "Pleeeaaase..." she cried. Finally he let her come moaning and squealing, grinding her firm cheeks into his face. Michele was looking over her right shoulder at me, her glassy eyes in another world. Her face was wild and full of lust, yet there was a sadness, too, like begging for forgiveness. Derek set himself firmly behind her. I moved up, placed a pillow before her, then kissed her forehead while taking her hand in mine. "We've come so far. Surrender to it, Michele. We both want this," I said softly. She remained silent, settling her ...