The Game SeXStoRY

The Game She loved the way his hands felt on her Finger tips gently gliding down her spine Sending electric shocks to her clit and nipples All were hardening to his magnificent touch She threw her head back and moaned, brunette tresses tussling seductively He kissed her neck, biting gently then sucking leaving a mark When his hands reached her lower back He traced her curves and found her ample bottom Caressing each cheek he gave her a playful slap Coming back around, he traced the curves of her body with his hands Curves, beautiful, seductive curves, the joy of a real woman It’s what he loved and craved; what he desired And he desired her more than ever before Caressing her thighs he pushed one hand between her legs She opened as if to welcome him and let out another low sexy moan She loved this, the attention, the seduction, the heat and the passion He ran in his hand and those charged finger tips to fondle her Fingers found the soft mound and began exploring the wetness within First one, the two then a third Gasping and grasping his shoulders she steadied her wobbling legs stepping slightly on tip toe The slurping sound coming from below said she was enjoying it As noises of wetness were punctuated by panting and low groans of pleasure He kissed her again, with deep probing tongue that was met by its match in hers Her pelvis began to move rhythmically pushing against fingers forcing themselves on her Her right hand caressed his arm all the way to the hand that was fondling her sex And she ran it over her clit that was now like a pebble and throbbing, swollen with lust She sought his hardness and found it Caressing the head at the top she let her hand slide across the now rock hard shaft He licked his lips, closed his eyes and sighed a sigh of arousal Taking her hand away, she removed his from within her and replaced it with her own the one she was using on him He brought his soaked fingers to her mouth and hungrily she licked them clean She took her now soaked hand and put it back on his rock hard manliness And began to stroke him with a determination His fingers re-entered her and his thumb found her clit that was now hard enough to be flicked Her strokes became harder and with more fervor and she marvels at his hardness she loves the way he feels in her hand He leans forward and takes her left nipple in his mouth suckling, nibbling, biting Taking the nipple between his teeth he holds it there and pulling gently stretches it before letting go His fingers find the “spot” as she writhes, the tussled tresses and eyes closed, panting shallow breath She adds a twisting motion and he is now solid engorged flesh; the thickness and length all to her liking With her free hand she runs her fingers through his hair stopping at on point and grabbing it with an authoritative tug. Tossing her head back she moans, his mouth meets hers and tongues displace each other in their mouths His motions in and out and flicking become more rapid as her nectar flows out of her as if the tap were broken She feels his hard cock tensing in her hands and knows that the moment is coming He feels her muscles contracting inside her and he intensifies the pace Her body shudders, first jolt spasms though her, she leans on him putting her head on his shoulder Closing his eyes he feels the pulse of his rock hard shaft as his balls draw up She convulses again, screaming in that moment of pain/pleasure when the flood of warmth releases in flowing out and onto her thighs She screams his name again and again biting his shoulder as she revels in the bliss his fingers have given her He bucks wildly as the first burst leaves his shaft landing on her curvaceous belly His second explosive thrust lands on her thigh and trickles to mix with her juices The last “gasp” leaves him as she squeezes him to coax the last drop of cum out of that perfect hard cock She rubs it against the outer part of her right thigh Standing there catching their breath in a room laden with the scent of sex and sweat they giggle and laugh Leaning on each other they steady themselves and wait to recover from the Dance He looks at her with appreciative eyes as that familiar blush grows over her body and she glows with the outward sign of satisfaction the tell tale blush on her chest, shoulders and inner arms - around the lower curves of her breasts and across her slightly protruding tummy. She marvels that his age has not diminished his fervor and how handsome he is in the after of their pleasure. Looking at the bed, he smiles roguishly and says only one thing: “Shall we ‘play’ again?” © 2006 Linebacker56 Media LLC