Stranded with Samantha Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Stranded with Samantha Pt.2

... let in light and I could see how spectacular they were. They were very large and firm. They jiggled and swayed at our every movement but they were so hard and taut that they didn't lose their shape and flop to the side like you would expect. I sank my fingers into them and her breath drew in. I rolled them under my hands, feeling how resilient they were and I crushed them a little. She moaned and arched her back, pressing them more firmly into my hands. Her nipples were erect and beautiful. They weren't long but they were fat and very delicious looking. I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers and she gasped. When I bent and took one into my mouth she went wild. Her fingers tangled in my hair and she pulled my head into the firm softness, arching her back off the bed and babbling. "Oh, my God, Trace; what are you... what's happening... I... I'm, oh God. I'm running away, Trace." She shuddered wildly under me, pressing her pussy against my belly and tossing her head from side to side. He long black hair whipped around us, half covering her face as she came for me for the first time. She was obviously very inexperienced and very sensitive; my own twenty-five-year-old virgin goddess. I sucked the other nipple into my lips and she continued to shudder and moan. She gradually came back to earth and I slid up and claimed her lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and kissed me passionately. "Jesus, Trace; what you did to me. That was so intense. I've never let ...

... anyone play with my boobs before. That was so amazing. I think I'm going to love this. I think I'm going to love you. Do you make Ann feel like that?" "Better," I told her. "We're just getting started, baby." I slid half off of her and she could feel my erection drag across her. "Touch me, baby," I told her. Her hand slid hesitantly down across my belly. When she found my pubic hair she played with it for a minute before seeking what she was looking for. Her hand touched my cock and jumped away. She hesitated for a moment and then grasped me. She held my cock in her hot little hand, letting her fingers explore. They ran over the sensitive head, felt along the shaft and explored the fruit hanging underneath. She filled her hands with my balls and squeezed gently before returning to my shaft. "I need to see it," she whispered. She scooted down under the covers and I raised them a little so I could watch her and let in a little light and air. She used both hands and explored every inch. I saw her eyes flash up to mine. "Is it supposed to be this big?" she asked. "Do you think it's big?" I asked her. "I don't know," she confessed. "I've never seen a real one before." "You've seen fake ones?" I asked her. "No, silly; I've seen pictures on the internet," she said. "This seems really big. I always suspected the guys on the internet were like other actors. You know, bigger than life like actors are more beautiful than real people. Yours is as big as theirs though. Are all men this big?" ...