1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


    Date: 8/15/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    gasped and held on, and when Beth understood what he was telling her – that he was about to lose control but wasn’t yet ready to, or willing - she allowed herself to be lifted off of him, his thick cock slipping free of her maddening embrace. With his hands he pulled her closer, and she walked on her knees until her wet, willing pussy was over his face, and when she lowered herself to his lips he again eagerly tasted her, the sweet nectar of her arousal flooding his senses. She began to move on him, sliding her slick sex against his willing lips and tongue, and he lost himself in her, and when she came, pressing down on him, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her to his lips in order to feel every tiny tremor of her orgasm, his tongue busy on her engorged clit. She rode it through, pinching and tugging at her own sensitive nipples, a long, rolling orgasm that seemed to be in rhythm with a long, low, distant peal of thunder, and when it began to finally wane she lifted off his mouth, allowing him to again breathe. As she moved back his hard cock nestled against her wetness, and she fell forward onto his chest, her lips meeting his. She tasted herself, the sweet, coppery tang of her sex, and their tongues tangled, and then she felt the big, blunt tip of his cock probe her opening, and push, and he was in her again, stretching and driving deep. She pushed back, taking him, impaling herself fully, and this time when the thunder crashed and the lightning lit the room, ...
    and the electric power of their orgasms climbed to a crescendo, neither stopped or held back anything. He gripped her waist, driving himself deep inside of her, and she arched her back and thrust onto him, crying out, cursing him, begging for more, thanking God, the sheer intensity of it astonishing both of them. When she felt him pulse and strain, filling her with his seed, her body shuddered and closed on him, squeezing his cock, milking him dry, the spasms of her own orgasm draining him. Afterward she lay limp on his chest, both of them breathing heavily, sated and exhausted. His thick cock, beginning to soften to that heavy, rubbery stage, remained inside of her, although a small trickle of white semen dribbled out onto his heavy but satisfied balls. Her face was buried in his neck, both of their bodies reflecting the lamplight off a thin sheen of sweat. When she finally began to catch her breath she put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Good God, Henry! You were amazing…magnificent!” He didn’t answer for a long time, satisfied with silently stroking her sweat-sheened back and caressing her long, shimmering, blond hair. When he did finally speak, it was with considerable wonder in his voice…but some regret. “Sweet Beth. That was…incredible. But it shouldn’t have happened.” She laughed softly, not raising her head. “Wrong, Henry; it had to happen. There was no stopping it.” He laughed too, albeit more ruefully. “No, at some point that was true! But it never should have ...
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