The Delight Of Riding Together - Sex Stories

The Delight Of Riding Together

... fuckable?” “Very.” Obviously the dancing of her tits was not intended for her pleasure only. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. When the terrain began to slope, we let the horses step again and eventually came into a small valley, in which a clear, shallow stream was rippling. It was lined by grass-covered, open and slightly slanting ground. We dismounted and let the horses drink and graze. She took off her little boots. After opening my pants and pulling them down a bit, she grabbed the magic flute. “It’s high time for one of your favorite activities,” she said. “Apart from eating out pussy and fucking.” “Not to forget sucking hard nipples. I take it that loosening the strings is sufficient to let that lovely thing slide down.” “More or less, but I would recommend pulling the strings out completely, one after the other for instance.” “Doesn’t that imply some fumbling before you can put it on again later?” “Who said I’m going to put it back on again?” “In that case…” Undoing the first string, I went on, “Considering the like-mindedness between you and Caroline, I assume it also applies to talking dirty.” “Fire away. Call me anything you like. Slut would be a good one to start with, because that’s what I am. While on the subject, what’s the origin of cum-begging? Caroline made the impression that you invented it.” “I didn’t. A fellow student used it to denote the darkly made-up eyes of a young girl that used to clean our students’ home. The only thing I did was adapting it a ...

... bit; originally it was semen-begging.” “Funny. That means I can use both versions.” Before starting to remove the other string, I pulled her zipper and cupped her candy, then tickled it and let two fingers slide inside the sodden tunnel, meanwhile sucking a tit. She groaned. As soon as she was completely naked, she squatted and resumed her previous activities, now including a nice treatment of my balls. When I felt I was approaching the danger zone, I warned her. “Lie down, little slut, and spread your legs. I want to inspect your dripping cunt at close quarters and drink from it.” She had a neatly trimmed black landing strip that was a tiny bit v-shaped, like an arrow that pointed at the center of gravity of her gorgeous body. I was wonder-struck by the length of her entrance. “That looks beautiful, and gynecological most interesting, if I may say so.” She laughed. “I had a presumption that you would say something like that.” After feasting on her for quite some time, the increasing volume of her moaning and her movements seemed to indicate that an orgasm was building. A few more licks over her swollen clit were sufficient to trigger it. Screaming and shaking she pressed herself against my mouth. “How far can I go?” I asked when she had recovered a bit. “All the way. That was part of the planning. But before you’re going to enter my semen-begging, slutty cunt, I want to do something else.” She told me to pull my pants somewhat further down, lie on my back and spread my legs as ...