1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 15


    Date: 12/10/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    Her hips bucked up to meet me. “Mmmm, my god! If ‘G’ stands for great, then yeah that’s it.” “Good to know. I hear it’s an elusive little bugger.” I continued to touch and stroke deep inside of her, in behind her pubic mound, enjoying the sound and feel of her reaction to my touch. I slowly slid my thumb up between the two branches of that inverted ‘V’ until it was propped against the underside of her stiff clit, pushing it up and causing it to thrust out very prettily from its hood. “You have a very nice little hardon, babe.” She gasped. “I know – so do you!” “Thanks.” She half gasped, half giggled. “Okay, not the ‘little’ part, but you’re really hard. You knew what I meant.” She was right, I did - and I was. Extremely hard, like a piece of rebar. It was good to have it back, but right then I was otherwise occupied! I rubbed her little hardon with my thumb, while still thrusting and stroking inside of her with my finger, and in well under a minute she cried out and came. She tried to clamp her thighs shut on my hand – apparently an autonomous response to my touch – but couldn’t, because I was between her legs, so she squeezed me between tensed thighs and that’s where I stayed as her orgasm ran its course, gazing at her pink, wet, beautiful, glorious sex as she came. I slowed my assault on her senses in time with the diminishing waves of her orgasm, laying off her sensitive clit entirely once she’d climaxed. I’ve figured out, over time, that it’s much like my cock; ...
    extremely, almost painfully sensitive in those immediately post-orgasmic moments. I left my finger deep inside of her, although I slowly stopped stroking that “great” spot. When she finally caught her breath and could speak again, the first thing she said was, “That’s one more for me!” I laughed. “Oh, now that’s a nice thank you, gloating over your big lead and your superior orgasmic capabilities. Really classy!” I chuckled. “At this rate, the game could turn into a rout.” “Told you so!” “Again, dear; really classy.” I was slowly sliding my finger in and out of her hot pussy, just an inch or so, not a lot of stimulation. She was, if anything, even wetter and slicker than before. “Do you suppose if I started calling you ‘Twinkie’ that people would know it was because of your rich, creamy filling?” Laughing, she slapped my shoulder. “Don’t be gross!” I laughed along with her. “What?! That’s a good thing – I happen to love Twinkies! As a matter of fact…” I leaned forward and licked her, parting the ‘V’ and running my tongue all the way up to caress her sensitive clit, and then the space just above it, where her outer lips came together. Her body spasmed, and she tasted of salt, and semen, and her own slippery juices of arousal, wonderfully feminine and sexual. The scent, taste, and feel of our lovemaking on my tongue sent very clear and sensual messages to my brain – and then straight on to my cock. I was definitely raging now! Her hand tangling in my hair, holding me there, told me that ...
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