1. The White Box -- Part 2


    Date: 11/22/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 87.6, Source: sexstories.com

    love. “Is this what’s going to happen now that we’re engaged? Teasing, but no sex?” “You know better, don’t you? I just love the sensation of your cock inside me.” As if to prove the point she rose, gripped me with one hand and slid down my shaft. I groaned in rapture as my cock disappeared into Rita’s slender body. She gripped my head. My hair was almost back to normal; I could part it now that Stan had been able to style and shape it a bit. We rocked together slowly for more than ten minutes. Neither of us was trying to cum; we were just warming each other up—showing how much we loved each other. It was something we had discovered months ago one evening when we were both too tired to have an orgasm, but were still desirous of each other—wanting to enjoy the feeling of true togetherness, of being united as one. Rita looked up into my eyes, mouthed the words, “I love you,” and went wild on my cock. She bent it back and forth in directions I could only dream about. Suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head and I knew she was gone. She shook like a palm tree in a hurricane. I lowered her carefully onto my chest, holding and caressing her body. “Why didn’t you cum,” she whispered. Laughing, I responded, “Because I’m not Superman. I’m old, you know, and you did some number on me last night. Besides, this way I’ll be back for more tonight.” I squeezed her ass cheeks and she squealed. A few minutes later she pulled me into the shower. We dressed in preparation for the holiday then ...
    relaxed in front of the TV until one in the afternoon. Carrying the five pounds of premium extra large shrimp I’d bought on special order from the fish market and the homemade cocktail sauce that were our contribution to the Thanksgiving feast, I drove the fifteen miles to her sister’s house. CHAPTER 6 Brian greeted us at the door with a handshake for me and a hug for Rita. She carried the platter loaded with shrimp to the kitchen. A minute later I heard a shriek and an older and slightly shorter version of Rita ran out to hug and kiss me. “I’m Sara…congratulations. Did you see Rita’s ring, Brian? It’s beautiful.” Rita returned; she was beaming as she led me into the living room to meet her parents. Her dad was a retired carpenter. Like Rita he was tall and thin with a full head of silver hair. Her mother was shorter, but I could easily see where Rita had gotten her good looks. Her mother was striking, with a good figure even in her sixties. “Tell us about yourself, will you Martin?” “Let me see…I was born here on the Island and grew up in Great Neck,” I began. “My parents are retired now, living in Naples, Florida. Dad was a banker. I enjoyed sports as a kid, but was never good enough to make any of the teams. Instead, I was in the drama club, both in high school and in college. I graduated from Penn with a degree in Finance and I stayed there to attend Wharton for my MBA. I started out as a trader for one of the big brokerage firms. I learned a lot and when I thought I had ...
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