1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 20


    Date: 10/6/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    right time and place, it feels amazing; just so naughty, and extremely arousing! Mmmm, that’s so delicious…don’t stop.” I smiled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Instead I changed the position of my hand, allowing me to keep my middle finger in her snug anus while pushing my thumb into her dripping vagina. My hands were slick and oily, of course, but her own lubrication made the oil on my thumb and fingers superfluous. “When I do this does it make you think of fucking two men at once?” She moaned softly. “Mmmm, yes!” “Good fantasy?” “Wonderful fantasy! Now if I just had a third one so I could have a big, hard cock in my mouth…” I laughed. “Greedy girl!” She giggled. “As long as I’m fantasizing I might as well shoot for the moon, right?” “Mmm, I suppose.” I pushed my finger more deeply into her, my thumb in her pussy and my finger in her ass pinching together slightly, touching each other through the membranes between. “Two thick cocks thrusting into you, one in your ass and one in your pussy, their balls slapping against you – and against each other - as they take you. Filling you so completely, thrusting and pushing in unison until you feel them begin to erupt, the hot, thick cum shooting into your depths…” That did it, the path of her fantasy laid out for her in words, and that most amazing of all sex organs, her mind, took over and sent her crashing over the edge! Both of her tight tunnels tightened further, clamping on my finger and thumb as she came, a hard, intense, powerful ...
    orgasm, and she cried out – again my name, and God’s, a prayer for it to never end – as her fists clenched handfuls of our bed sheets, knuckles white with effort. All of her muscles were straining, and her ass thrust up tightly against my hand, taking my thumb and finger to their fullest length, each of her two tunnels tightening and pulsing rhythmically on my fingers. She ground out that orgasm, a low, guttural groan deep in her throat as it began to slowly wane, leaving her limp and depleted. Her vagina and anus relaxed simultaneously, releasing their tight grip on me and I very slowly pulled out of her, to a gasp of loss, or maybe tiny pain as she felt me depart. I leaned close and kissed her ear, and the side of her neck. “Good, huh?” “Oh my god…” “More?” “I don’t know if I can take any more!” “Roll over.” She barely wiggled. “Not sure I can.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She tried again, and it turned out she could. I repeated the massage on the front of her body, again spending a bit of extra time on her breasts. She may have thought she was finished, but her nipples were telling a different tale. Despite the temptations along the way, I took my time, carefully rubbing the oil into her flawless skin and massaging her flaccid muscles, her body completely limp after her massive orgasm. I worked from neck to toes rolling, kneading, and simply rubbing her smooth, resilient contours, enjoying every inch of her. Her face was simply beautiful, her features soft and relaxed, ...
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