Jill - Sex Stories

Jill

... to eat. Besides the stifled moans and groans, and a rivulet of her juices, you could feel the tension in her body grow as she neared her climax. She gave out bodily signals that allowed me to speed up or slow down, flick her clit with my tongue or lick her pussy lips, as I tried to slowly bring her to her first orgasm. Jill bucked her hips, holding my head in a death grip, and pulled my face into her pussy, all the while screaming into the shirt stuffed in her mouth. I buried my tongue deep into her hole and sucked on her clit, rolling the swollen nub around with my tongue. “I’m gonna cum,” she yelled as she pulled the shirt out and then shoved it back into her mouth. I tried to keep her going, hopefully flooding her body with long spasms of pleasure, but her release was not to be held back. I could feel it coming. I slowed down, but her body shook, her back arched, she pulled on my hair, and the moans and groans stopped. For seconds there was no sound other than the slurping of my tongue on her swollen lips. Jill was in the midst of a violent orgasm. It was the kind of orgasm where time freezes, every nerve in your body lights up, and you lose awareness of your surroundings. And then there is the sweet release, as the grip of the orgasm frees your body, and ripples of bliss engulf you to your core, until you finally fall back to earth, satisfied and content. Even as Jill was moaning and trying to catch her breath, I flipped her over and put a pillow under her hips. There was ...

... no quizzical look on her face; no questions about what I was doing or what I was going to do; in fact, nothing was said. Jill was here in my bed to be fucked. That’s why she came to see me. That’s what she wanted. She knew it; I knew it. I spread her legs and eased up between them on my knees. I stroked my cock, causing pre-cum to run out of the tip and hang in a long, thin, web-like string which eventually clung to Jill’s ass. I slid my cock all the way into her slit as she moaned loudly. I motioned to her to put my shirt back in her mouth. I was energized. I wasn’t even close to cuming. I wasn’t even breathing hard. I began a steady thrusting of my cock deep into her love hole, while I held her hips and pulled her ass towards me. At first there were the usual muffled moans, as Jill squirmed a bit, impaled on the bed by my manhood. Slowly, as I kept up the steady pace, her moans became more exuberant, and she began to clutch and claw at the bed sheets. I held a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “Do you like that?” I asked. A slight nod of her head and a muffled grunt told me she did. “You came here to be fucked, didn’t you?” There was another grunt and affirmative nod of her head. “Do you like being fucked like this?” She tried to look back at me. She nodded “yes” and grunted something that I couldn’t understand. I pulled the shirt out of her mouth. “Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Please. Don’t stop. It feels so fucking good.” It wasn’t a plea as much as ...