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

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part III)

... from Ronnie’s hands. He smiles. Knowing how badly Ronnie wants his tongue makes him grin. Slowly young Rob is learning to stroke and pause and begin again. He is learning to develop a cadence with his tongue. The young virgin moves his hands to spread Ronnie’s thighs wider. The way she is scissoring his head with her legs is hurting his ears. Ronnie eases the grip of her thighs. The aroused wife then reaches down and draws Rob’s hands back up to her breasts. The lovers can both feel the intense heat of the moment. With his hands back on her breasts Rob grasps each rubbery nipple between a thumb and forefinger. He gently squeezes and rolls and manipulates each nipple feeling Ronnie’s taut body jerk and gyre in response. The horny woman lets out a series of husky throaty growl-moans of satisfaction as her nipples joined the fray adding their contribution to the sexual cocktail of sensations. Teasingly Rob learned to graze and brush and then more firmly pinch the rubbery pert pink nipples. With each new effort he gauged Ronnie’s response and logged it away for future reference. The physical responses from Ronnie’s body are akin to an electric charge being zapped through her. Rob is enjoying his new task immensely as he learns Ronnie’s body. Gingerly Ronnie’s hands replace Rob’s on her breasts. Rob lets his hands trail gently back to her hips. The highly aroused wife is lost for a second; she is unsure of how permissible it would be, but then gives in to the moment yet again. She ...

... begins to pinch her own nipples in a sympathetic rhythm with Rob’s enchanting tongue strokes. A heavy sigh escapes Ronnie’s lips as she feels her body’s arousal growing incredibly intense. Ronnie cranes her neck and urgently arches her back off the bed. Her pale blue eyes roll into the back of her head. She bites down hard on her lower lip. Her hips thrust and rise to meet Rob’s lapping tongue. “ARRrrrgghhhhhh……oh YES!! Right there baby….” Veronica blushes. She has just called him “baby”? Yes she is lost in the moment. The sex-starved woman is so aroused she could faint. Rob’s amazing tongue-lashings are so intense she wants to scream. Veronica now realizes she wants to call this lovely man-boy by all sorts of endearing names. “Honey”, “Lover”, “Mine”: a host of possible couple’s nicknames stream through her sex-befuddled brain. Her former reserve fading, Veronica begins to knead her own nipples with new vigour. She feels Rob’s tongue taking her towards the edge of erotic bliss. Ronnie can now see over the edge into the bottomless canyon of total pleasure. Peeking over the precipice it looks like she will fall into an obsidian blackness so dark no light can escape, but her body hungers still to tumble forward and experience the fall. Ronnie smiled. It has been so long. She had forgotten how sensitive her breast were, how her nipples had an almost direct connection to her pussy. It had been forever since they had been touched and played with like this. The wet feeling between ...