1. Anne and George go Camping in France - Part 2


    Date: 11/30/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: pusshikisu, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    who had been stroking their cocks, reinvigorated by their wives' explicit display. Margrethe took her fingers out of Anne's cunt, and sucked them. "You taste so nice," she said, loud enough for the two men to hear, "but it is time for some more real fucking. This time we will be in charge - these men are so hasty. It is much better to ride on the edge of ecstasy as long as you can, the final climax is so much more satisfying," and she took Anne by the hand and led her over to where Jan was lying. At first Anne was a little disappointed. In Margrethe's expert hands she had been enjoying a long exquisite orgasm totally different in character from anything she had experienced before, and deep down she knew that she wanted to explore all female loving much further. Margrethe took charge, indicating to George that he should get up and place his lounger opposite Jan's. "That way," she said to him, "Anne and I can watch each other riding your dicks, and share our orgasms," and to Anne, "just follow everything I do." Unlike the earlier frenzied orgy, the next half and hour or so was more like an erotic ballet, each movement choreographed in a steady ascent from the gentle foothills of pleasure to the towering summits of infinite rapture. At first Margrethe and Anne rode slowly and deliberately, as in the opening lento of a great symphony, pleasure coming in waves like an expansive melody of great sweetness. Then came a short prestissimo movement, the sensations becoming more ...
    urgent and piercing, and finally the accelerando to a presto finale, the music swelling in a great crescendo to its triumphant conclusion in a tumult of overpowering majesty. To Anne it felt like the sea breaking on the shore of her senses, the waves of pleasure coming at times in rapid succession, then more slowly, the waters drawing back before crashing like a great breaker on the strand in a tumult of sensation. Inexorably she felt the tide of ecstasy rising higher and higher, finally overwhelming the walls of her consciousness to flood through her mind and body in a roaring tide of intense and unimagined joy. As the waves of their rapture receded, Anne and Margrethe fell back onto the recumbent bodies of their lovers, the overheated organs of their fulfilment slowly deflating, their tumescent work complete. The four lovers lay there outside of time, lost to the world in a blissful state of unthinking euphoria, luxuriating in the languorous glow of post orgasmic peace. ***** The next morning, Margrethe and Jan called before leaving. They exchanged phone numbers and email addresses with George and Anne, promising to keep in touch, and to let them know if they were likely to visit England. George and Anne stayed on at the site for another couple of days, mainly sightseeing and visiting a couple of vineyards, before continuing their holiday. They didn't stop at any more nudist sites, but they both agreed that on future trips to the Continent they would definitely want to stay at ...
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