Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part III) - Sex Stories

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part III)

... her own boldness. Was she really so sexually venturesome? She giggled inside. Who would guess that Ronnie Robinson was a wanton seducer with such wild ideas? And yet the urges originating from the sacred triangle between her thighs would not let her deviate from the path she was travelling. Ronnie pushed on Rob’s head of thick lush brown hair. Her hands were now firmly directing his mouth and tongue where she wanted them to go. The sexually deprived wife had never in her life acted with such vamp-like demeanour. Tease him a bit? Yes she could flirt. Trifle and be coy with him? Yes that was possible. But for Ronnie to play the seductress and become a sexual siren was beyond her prior imagining. Rob was lost in some new realm of his own as his mouth tasted Ronnie’s skin. As his lips and tongue playfully fondled her rubbery hard nipple, suckled so sweetly in his craving mouth, and he felt her naked skin against his own, his body became on fire. As he caressed, brushed, pinched, plied, poked, pressed, squeezed, fondled, groped, pawed, clasped and fumbled his way forward the naïve young lover did his best to listen and follow Veronica’s whispered instructions. Rob’s wet lips were now down at Veronica’s sexy hips. He was laying a soft trail of kisses across each hip. A new rich musky scent was striking his nostrils and inflaming his cock. Her nails were digging into his scalp more deeply as Ronnie’s arousal became more and more intense. Also her nerves were rising. Her stomach ...

... muscles had hardened into a flat plain of muscles as she anticipated the ultimate act. Veronica’s body was tingling. Her skin was like delicate rice paper. Every touch from Rob seemed to ignite the strongest response. And yet what did she truly crave? A man’s tongue and mouth had never touched her pussy, but that was her dream. Rumours had swirled in high school of girls who had tried it. They were “sluts” of course, but still. Ronnie had always wanted to know what it felt like. More than anything else, this was her strongest hidden sexual fantasy. Veronica wanted young Rob’s mouth between her silken thighs. She wanted his tongue to split her labia and suck her pussy juices. Rob gazed down at the woman’s almost naked body spread on the bed beneath him. He propped himself on his elbow. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she gulped nervously for air. Her breasts were perfect firm mounds topped by delicate pink nipples, now pert and hard, pointedly aroused and erect. Ronnie bashfully moved Rob’s hands to her sole remaining garment, her delicate pale yellow panties. She placed one of his hands on each side of her hips. She had to start Rob’s motion, as he was too nervous to take the initiative. At Ronnie’s haltingly whispered instructions Rob hooked a finger under her panties and pulled downwards on each hip. Slowly her panties were pulled to her knees. Veronica, her eyes closed, brought her legs together and lifted her hips to help her lover remove her final garment. Rob ...