Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine

... her inner passage and the warmth of her body engulfed me, “I’ll swear you’ve grown thicker since Spain.” I felt the heat of her thighs approaching mine as my latex covered head began to press against her cervix and the thicker base of my cock stretched her inner lips still further. “As thick as Steve? As thick as Mitch?” I demanded, my voice as breathy as hers in arousal, the masochist within me hoping for and expecting the right answer. In response, Alice began to raise herself on my shaft, her body lifting on her knees until just the head of my cock was within her. She looked me in the eyes, smiled then lowered herself again, breathing out heavily as the condom’s rough surface once again stimulated her hot, dampening insides. “You really want to know, Cucky-Boy?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “right now with your tiny cock in my cunt?” The ‘C’ word again! I felt great, encouraged that she might be really enjoying our lovemaking this time too. I nodded my reply before playing the game further. “Please, Alice! Tell me how it feels to have their cocks inside you.” Again she rose high on her knees before falling back onto me. Her buttocks striking my upper thighs made a soft slapping sound and I felt myself swelling within her body. Alice must have felt it too because she gasped quietly before whispering. “Steve is amazing! My first proper cock... stretching me sooo tightly... sooo deep inside me... makes me feel... sooo sooo good!” A shudder passed through her ...

... body and I felt her vagina tighten briefly around my shaft then loosen again. The bed rocked gently as she rose and fell again, this time accompanied by a soft wet smack as her rapidly-lubricating body descended more forcefully upon mine, driving me deeper into her. She gasped and I realised her words were having at least as arousing an effect on her as they were on me. “But no-one... has ever fucked me... like Mitch fucked me,” she hissed as once again my head was rammed against her cervix and her hairless vulva ground against my pubic hair. She wriggled on the shaft buried deep within her, as if rubbing her inner lips and clitoris against its thick base. “Christ... that boy fucked me… so hard... I thought I was.... was going to die!” she croaked, her hips gyrating, forcing her swelling clitoris against the top of my shaft and my short, wiry pubic hair. I reached up to stroke her tummy and breasts but she grabbed my hands in hers, inter-twining our fingers, leaning forwards on my arms for support as she thrust her hips back and forth, her face reddening with arousal. “Making love with you... is fun... and I love you,” she said, slowing her gyrations then raising her body high on her knees. I looked down and for a moment saw our two bodies united by the condom-covered shaft that spouted from my groin and disappeared into hers. Then she lowered herself slowly onto me once again, her vagina loosening with every penetration. “But you can’t make me feel... like I need to feel,” ...