Free Cole: Chrome Horsemen MC by Carmen Faye Page A

engulfing his cock with her mouth.
     
    She loved this playtime he started, absolutely loved it. Did he know? Could he feel how concerned she was about her own sexuality and what her atrophied self could offer him?
     
    After that rumpus playtime, though, she was immersed into bubbling clouds of hyper joy. Playing, and running, and defying him made the green glowing power of her fears turn into will-o-wisps, which are only dangerous if you follow them.
     
    She only sucked on his cock for perhaps five or six minutes just to bring him to a solid hardness. The thickness of his cock was a bit disconcerting and had her biting her lip when she thought about him pounding into her. She straddled him while mentally and spiritually opening herself to large-scale newness. His cock, she theorized, was going to bring arousal differently that she was accustomed to. It was both thicker and longer than she was experienced with. Such potential for new forms of stimulation would most likely reveal some form of new responsiveness in her.
     
    After some thought along these likes, she theorized that the sensations would, logically, be something different than -- just more. Perhaps something wholly different than even previously thought impossible. A radical alteration like that who be very rewarding.
     
    The stretching and filling sensations from his cock breaching her opening were thrilling and her body’s reactions were decidedly different already. She religiously observed and recorded her body’s reactions with as much detail as she could for her research and study of sexual stimulation and related subjects. She knew what reactions to expect from a hard cock entering her pussy and what was expected, wasn’t going on.
     
    Her excitement with having a new experience in this area was close to blistering. She had been certain for some time that her sexual experience had reached its limits as far as intercourse was concerned. It seemed see was about to be introduced to a fresh perspectives.
     
    Once the head of his cock had stretched her opening enough to begin working the rest of him, she became more aggressive with the grinding motions of her hips, changing her simple pushing down method into circular, tenacious exertions created by the harmonization of the effort of her ass, thighs and hips, using all of those muscle groups to create a powerful, and comfortable gyration designed to drill Cole’s cock inside of her while giving him some new stimulations too.
     
    The first unexpected experience came to her not by means of her erogenous zones where her observation was focused, but by the awareness of a heightened feeling of intimacy with Cole. She felt like she could feel his emotions, she was so connected to him.
     
    This connection with him also felt like it was continuing to open her up, promising even greater access to his experience. The effect of this heightened closeness was creating unexpected physical stimulations, as well, and these vibrations were coming from unexpected areas.
     
    They were coming from her erogenous zones.
     
    The alterations were maddeningly dissimilar to any previous experience she could recall.
     
    Everyone, of course, has erogenous zones around their body, which are places that if simulated or incited by various means, will raise the level of sexual arousal of the body as a whole. There is a set of common zone areas that everyone possesses and whose responses are, on the whole, predictable, such as the pussy, or the cock, or the ass and breasts. The nipples and anus fit into this grouping, as well.
     
    Then there was a set of zones that are common in location with nearly everyone, but not so predictable in the resulting response. An example of these areas might be the nape of the neck, or the back of the knee. At both of these areas, kisses, and correctly performed caresses, might arouse the body as a whole, but not to the same degree for everyone. In fact, some people may report that they were more