Jill - Sex Stories

Jill

... a demand; and, a loud demand at that. The t-shirt went back into her mouth, lest the neighborhood be alerted to our activity and want to investigate. We went on like this for maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Long enough that I was beginning to sweat, and could now feel a growing pleasure spread through my body. I was getting ready to cum. I bent down close to her face and removed the t-shirt from her mouth, replacing it with my fingers and thumb. She sucked on my thumb as she indicated that she was close and begged me no to stop. I increased my pace, slamming my shaft into her very slippery pussy, as Jill grasped the sheets with both hands, sucked on my fingers and thumb, and moaned loudly. She was much too loud, but I really didn’t care at that point. I just concentrated on fucking her hard and fast, hoping that I did not cum before her. “I’m cuming. I’m cuming,” she roared. It was garbled, but I got the message. Jill was entering another zone, one where she would again experience the pleasures of an intense orgasm. “Cum for me! Cum for me!” I yelled. She did. I removed my fingers and thumb from her mouth, fearing that she might impose severe damage to those digits during her orgasm. Doing so, of course, left Jill free rein to make all the noise she wanted. And she did not disappoint. As I was nearing my own orgasm, and watching hers, I didn’t much care if Jill woke the whole neighborhood. Let her scream. I slowed down as Jill’s body heaved and she pulled the bed covers up ...

... off the bed with her clutched hands. “Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes.” This particular orgasm was a long one, lasting for several minutes, until she settled down on the bed, gasping for air. As I slid my cock out of her slit, she lay on the bed, moaning and shaking, twitching and jerking. I sat back and watched, like an artist admiring his work. I could roll Jill over and within a minute or so, maybe even seconds, cum all over her body. I was close to my own orgasm, and she seemed to like cum all over her when we did our threesome. But there was a little voice inside me telling me that Jill would want more. The little voice said that she had come to visit me in hopes of getting fucked, and that I should do everything within my power to accommodate her. Okay, maybe it was just my erotic, turned on, male ego and mind, and not an inner voice. In any case, I had an attractive lady lying on the bed in front of me, recovering from her second orgasm of the afternoon. I was close to cuming myself, but still very hard and erect. And, it would be a shame to waste such an erection on a self-imposed hand job just for the pleasure of coming on her. I could always do that later. Then sinister thoughts entered my head. Hadn’t both Carol and Jill deceived me? Hadn’t Jill and Carol fucked me and then left me alone in my bed only to go off and fuck another guy? Maybe it was just for a fleeting moment, but my anger towards Carol returned, and I saw Jill as an accomplice, someone who ...