Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3

... to ruin his life. I saw him two afternoons a week and managed to meet him two other evenings during the week that first month; told my parents I was doing research, which I guess I was at first. ―Ah, hard again. Good, I’m wet again. I need to ride you; is that okay?” I sputtered and said, “Well, yes.” She settled on top of me and took me inside. She lay on top of me, snugly squeezing me with her pussy, and said, “TGFP. Thank God for the Pill,” and we laughed. As she built her rhythm, she said, “And that’s how I got this way. The first steps, anyway. I guess you’ve now heard the first thirty steps on my road to ruin,” and we laughed. She continued, “But yes, besides the experiences and the affection and the happiness, he was the man who taught me how to talk right during sex. Say what you want, what you like, what you need, and ask for it outright. Nothing mealy-mouthed. So, for instance, what do you want?” “You. This.” “What else?” “Talking with you all day long.” She nodded, “Yes, I like having a man who can actually keep up with my talk.” “I like having a woman who can talk like you do.” “But what else do you want me to do to you with my mouth?” she asked with a grin. “To ...

... go down on you every day and feel my cum shooting off inside your mouth every night. Feel your cunt around me.” “Yes, good. I love hearing you say how much you want me. I want all that too. I want to hold you inside my body and cover us with my hair. I want to wrap you up and use your body with mine until it hurts. I want to make you so sore the next day you can’t walk. I want to drain you and then fuck your face with my cunt until she’s exhausted.” At the end of this rhythmic incantation, I thrust upwards and spewed into her as she ground down on my hips in orgasm. As she lay on top of me, she moved her head slightly from side to side. I chuckled and reached up to run my fingers through her hair as she waved them from side to side. She pushed my hand away, gathered two long strands of hair, and caressed my face with them. She then wrapped them around my face and kissed me, then pulled back. When I raised my head to kiss her again, she slipped the strands of hair under my neck and said, “I told you about us mermaids. You’re mine now, you know, and I’m not letting you go.” I nodded in exaltation and said, “I’m yours.” She chuckled. “And now I guess I’ve finally met my ruin.”