Orifice Stories

Connie, thirty-three, that’s me. Continuously searching. Constantly needing satisfaction, however brief. First orgasm at seventeen opened my mind to wild desires. Frequent iron-hard cock is essential. Foreskin or not. No matter. Fingers wrapped around such solidity is rapture. While tracing the large under-vein, viewing the shining purple, sometimes cherry, head, with its tiny slit, I’m deciding where I want it. Occasiona...

Long succulent kisses began it. Fingers ruffled her hair. Hands caressed breasts before nipples were nibbled and sucked. Typical of Jeff. Her juices flowed as lips and tongue nuzzled and sipped for honey. Her every orifice was explored. His hardness was gripped and guided to her weeping entrance. And she knew. That deep first thrust filled her. Immense. Pure rapture. His wilder response, deeper, harder, brought on her ecs...