Galina 19 - Sex Stories

Galina 19

... me in an afternoon. I don't know how I was able to do it, but now, many years later, I suspect that the arak her Mama gave us contained some kind of local ethnic sex tonic. As Autumn progressed and the first snows appeared, we began to stay in our shack overnight. Mama provided us with warm furs and dinner, always with a wry smile and a glint in her eye that made me hard. One snowy night, I leaned over and blew a raspberry on Galina’s stomach. She wriggled away giggling, and there was fire in her eyes. I kissed lower down her stomach, and her eyes grew wider as I pulled her panties aside to find a beautifully shaved pussy. She had never allowed me to do this before. I could smell her excitement and I became hard as a rock. I kissed her thighs and around her pussy as she wriggled to escape. I moved between her thighs and kissed her pussy while holding her ass cheeks. She kept wriggling to escape, and I looked up to see a burning desire on her face. Seeing her desire, and being given only token resistance, I kissed her on her clitoris and she stopped wriggling, instead opening her legs and pressing her pussy up into my face. I stroked her clitoris slowly, savouring the taste of her wetness, and slid a finger inside her to find her g-spot. She took my hair in her hands, and pressed me into her pussy, urging me on. I took my time; we had all night. I focused on just touching her clit with the tip my tongue, tap tap tap. A long slow teasing dance. Soon, the urgency in her ...

... movements told me she was nearly ready, so I increased my rhythm and slipped a finger into her anus. Her whole body came off the bed as she exploded on my face, her hands pulling my face into her and her hips grinding in small circles. As she lay back, I caressed her body through the aftershocks of orgasm, which seemed to continue forever. My face was covered with her wetness, and I moved to kiss her. At first she gave me a small kiss, unsure of the taste, but soon she was kissing me in earnest, licking her juices off my face. I thought to myself, 'Wow, she really likes the taste of pussy!' Little did I know how true that would be... but that's another story. We lay back, laughing at the heat we had created, nestled in warm furs while the fireplace crackled. We drank Mama’s arak, and I put slices of nectarine into her mouth from between my lips, stealing a kiss each time and tweaking her nipple or tickling her, to much giggling. She would do the same, but tweaking the tip of my cock. Thanks to Mama’s arak, I was still hard as a rock and leaking profusely. After tweaking my cock, she would lick her fingers. In response I would dip my fingers into her and then lick them. Soon, thoughts of food fled from our minds, and we just took turns tasting each other and kissing. Our fire had returned, and we were both panting with desire. Unable to resist, she leaned forward to take me into her mouth, and I lay back to savour her talents. She surprised me when she straddled my face and pressed ...