Stranded with Samantha Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Stranded with Samantha Pt.2

... kissed my way down her spectacular body. She was writhing and moaning by the time I reached that little patch of soft curls. They were very soft, dark and springy. I pulled on them and she giggled. I lay between her thighs. That flesh was so incredible; soft and silky, but with iron underneath. I kissed all over her thighs and up between them was the most beautiful little pussy. Her lips were small and very pink, forming a thin line as they pressed tightly together. They rose smoothly to her little clitoris at the top. I parted them at the bottom, putting my fingertip just inside. She was dripping wet inside and I used her moisture to coat the little lips and slide across her little love button. Her hips jerked and twitched as my finger hit her clitoris. I was going to make this good for her or die trying. I tasted her with my tongue and she was sweet and tangy at the same time, clean girl cum spreading across my tongue. I probed her hole and tasted more. It was like nectar and I lapped it up. She was moaning every time I touched her now and I ran my tongue firmly up and down her perfect little lips. She began to thrust her hips up, seeking more contact and I gave it to her. I strummed her little button with the tip of my tongue and she began to tremble. I worked it up and down and from side to side and the tremble in her thighs became more pronounced. When I sucked it into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue she began to bridge her hips up off the bed and when they reached ...

... their peak, all that tension came bursting out. She screamed and thrashed under me and her hips were churning. "Cuming; oh God, I'm cuming," she groaned. "Trace, oh Trace; oh my God, oh my God, it's... it's... oh Jesus, Trace!" I felt her beginning to relax and thrust my middle finger inside her, curling it up to find the roughness of her g-spot. When my finger touched the little pad of nerve endings she exploded again. Her voice was rough and husky and she moaned my name over and over. Her body shook and spasmed as she came repeatedly, crying out her pleasure again and again. Her motions became frantic and she was pushing at my head, forcing me away. "Oh, my God, Trace; stop, please stop." I continued to move my finger inside her and she bucked her hips frantically, trying to get away. "Please, Trace; oh God please stop. I can't stand anymore. Trace, I'm begging you; you're killing me!" I slowly backed off and she stopped thrashing, pulling weakly at my arm. I kissed my way back to those big beautiful breasts and up her neck to her lips. She was sobbing and shaking like a leaf her arms clinging to me and pulling me against her, desperately seeking contact. "Are you ok, baby?" I asked her. "No," she sobbed. "I've never... Trace; that was so... so intense and so good and so scary." "Why was it scary, Sam?" "It was like I had no control of my body! You were just taking me away and all I could think about was cuming. I just wanted it so bad and it felt so good that I would have ...