1. Sorrento: Part 4


    Date: 9/27/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: LadyJaneGrey, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    good for me. I raised the glass in what I intended as a toast, without having any idea if anyone was in front of me or even looking. I focused hard on holding the glass upright and steady. There was going to be enough stains in this room without me adding to them. Hands started to touch me; masculine hands, on various parts of my body. One feminine one touched and then lightly gripped my fingers. There were hands touching my breasts and teasing my nipples. There were hands caressing my stomach and making their way downward. There were hands running up my back, and there was a hand fondling one cheek of my bum. It was impossible to tell how many men this was. A minimum of three, but it could easily have been more. What had started as warmth and damp between my legs was now a trickle running down my thighs. The hands at my back pulled my cheeks apart, and I could feel a mouth planting kisses against the puckered hole of my bum. Another mouth started to suck on one nipple while fingers squeezed the other. When a hand slid between my legs and a finger moved easily into my vagina, I had an orgasm. It was small compared to others that I had experienced, but enough to make me sigh loudly. It made me think of the first time I had an orgasm with Anna. It made me think of her sitting on my face. It made me think of having her cum in my mouth. I could hardly believe that was less than eight hours ago. I was guided to get down on my knees. I sat back. A penis brushed against the side of ...
    my face. I turned to kiss it. It tasted of sparkling wine. I remembered a film that I had seen many years ago, took a long sip from my glass, and offered my open mouth to the man before me. The effect of having cock in a mouth full of sparkling wine was delightful, for me and whoever this man was. I heard him groan, and felt him harden. As much as I had not wanted to drink, I had little choice but swallow, and that made this man positively throb inside me and moan even louder. He put his hands on the back of my head, and seemed to want to push his cock further in. I wanted to please but equally I was scared; if he tried to push too hard I would gag, and after the wine and pasta, vomit. But I had nothing to fear. He remained remarkably gentle, seeming to judge perfectly how far to push before pulling back. He continued for such a long while that I became concerned he would cum in my mouth. That was not something I thought I could swallow, but as he started to throb and shudder and I knew he was on the brink, he withdrew and sprayed hot sticky semen onto my face, my neck and my tits. Someone took the glass, helped me to stand and guided me back to lie back on the bed. Anna ’ s hand remained in mine, and someone very gently wiped me clean. The wiping clean seemed an odd gesture, until I felt cold liquid being poured gently onto my breasts and a tongue licking it off. Someone was drinking Prosecco from my tits. If I thought that was incredibly erotic, it was nothing compared to ...
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