Elf - Sex Stories

Elf

... ‘Christmas’ would have been spoken and heard, and the feeling to orgasm subsided. It came to the scene where Buddy was left home alone, and he was currently on his phone to his father telling him a story about the evil noise he keeps hearing.“It’s not evil Buddy....”Third level. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” I moaned repeatedly, “I don’t know how much more I can take.” I almost screeched. For over twenty minutes it was constant switching of my wand. One minute it was on level three and it had my back arching off the bed, and within a split second, it could have switched back down to the lowest level, leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied. “It’s okay babe, you can do this. I know you can.” Harry’s reassurance did very little to calm me. Infact, it probably made things even worse. It’s unexplainable, whenever Harry praises me, or encourages me sexually, tingles spread throughout my whole body, turning me on despite him maybe not even knowing so.... Or maybe he did. “I can’t.... Fuck.” I stated breathless. My back arched off the bed, and if I wasn’t so horny and frustrated right now, I maybe would have felt a little bit embarrassed the way I whined whenever Walter called Buddy’s name again. I knew I had no more levels to go up, but to just hear the words ‘Santa’ or ‘Christmas’, despite how stupid and weird that sounds, I would do anything to hear them right now. “Come on, Carla.” Harry’s voice suddenly grew firm, almost determined and I was becoming dizzy with pleasure. I tried, I ...

... really tried to focus, tried to calm down, and tried to ignore my pulsing cunt and the vibrations delivered to it. I really did try, because I knew we had still had to watch much more of the film, but I knew if I had to hold off, I would either faint, or come. “Break! Break, fuck PLEASE!” “Yes.” Harry’s tone was firm, almost sounding angry but I knew he wasn’t. As soon as that one word reached my ears I detached the wand from my literally dripping pussy, and switched it off. I knew I only had a minute to recover, so as quickly as I could, without falling on my face from my shaky legs, I stood and almost ran to the kitchen to grab a cool bottle of water, drinking it on my way back to the bedroom where Harry was probably left confused. I almost choked on the water as I got back into my position after setting the bottle on the bedside locker. Harry was sitting the on the sofa, his laptop now sitting on what I presumed to be a coffee table, and he was fully exposed. The picture I imaged on how his cock looked from the angle he was sitting in moments ago with his boxers on, was almost identical. Harry’s cock stood up proudly, the tip hitting against his stomach, and in the faint light, and slightly poor focus of the webcam I could see that the head was a deep shade of red. It never crossed my mind from the state I’ve been in for well over 45 minutes that I wasn’t the only one suffering. My suffering was more vocal and obvious, but while I was trying to focus on not coming, Harry was ...