He asked me a question

"Will you let my penis in your pussy?" was the question he asked when I had suggested a quick nap before our busy evening. I shouldn't be surprised at the question; he has asked me before work this morning and I'd had to say no as I was already running 40 minutes behind schedule.

"Yes," was my simple reply, and he beat me running into the bedroom.

"Strip! Woman." he commanded. I only giggled and pealed off my work clothes. We stood on opposite sides of the bed and looked at each other. He grabbed his balls and penis and shook them toward me. My hands cupped my boobs and bounced them toward him. He bit his lip in appreciation.

We climbed into bed and under the sheet, laying on our sides. One arm beneath each of our heads held hands at the top of the mattress. The other arm pulled us closer together, each one gently massaging the others back. Legs touched from thigh to toe. We started with light kisses. Lips that barely parted and kisses were soft and light. His lips parted more and his tongue swept across my lips gently in the way I had teased him this morning. I sighed and kissed deeper into him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and sucking his bottom lip as I pulled away. He moaned as I returned to his bottom lip, sucking on it and gently biting it. He started to suck mine in return but I pulled away to kiss more of him. I closed my eyes and let my lips feel my way around his mouth. His lips are plumper than mine and I loved to kiss them.

His hands started wandering down towards my butt and then up to fondle my breast. He palmed my breast softly and then circled my nipple with his finger to make me shiver. His fingers traveled down my body to push apart my legs. I shifted to my back so his fingers could find their way to my waiting clit.

I watched his face as his fingers found their way to my wetness. I had wanted him since I saw his hard cock this morning and teased him with my parting kisses; his eyes grew wide at the discovery of just how wet I was. He only gave me a few strokes on my clit before getting up to enter me.

He knelt over my body and positioned his penis head at the entrance of my vagina, but he did not enter. First he kissed me some more, from my lips to my breasts. He took time to suck on each of my pointed nipples, watching me slightly arch into him. As he made his way back up my body, his dick entered me slightly.

He rocked back and forth gently, his penis barely entering with each thrust. I was wet enough for his whole cock, but he wasn't rushed. He savored each gentle thrust in me, barely increasing his depth. The slow movement teased my G-spot and I closed my eyes again in pleasure. His head rested on my breasts until his entire dick was in me. He paused and pushed up to stare into my eyes. His face was pinched in pleasure. It was the face that had only entered our sex life almost a year into our relationship; a face of more than pleasure, but pleasure, passion, lust, and the deepest love. Like the core of his feelings worn on his face for me. The face I see so often now, and love so much.

He now thrust deep into me and pulled out slowly. More pleasure from my G-spot and I told him he was going to make me squirt. He called me a squirting machine. I said it was his fault for turning me into that. He gladly accepted that responsibility, and sank his head back onto my breasts.

From below him, I pumped my hips, pushing out as I flexed up and into him, then squeezing his dick as I pulled away. He stopped moving and let me fuck him from below. I could feel my wetness surrounding him, this cushion between us that felt so good. His hands moved under my head to cradle me and he kissed me with urgency. He moaned into me as I fucked him a bit faster. His breath caught in his throat each time I almost pulled away.

He knelt before me and started fucking me hard and quick, where his balls slap me and his cock hits my cervix so I cry out with each fast strike. Pain and pleasure mixed; it felt good in such a strange blend of feeling. His body made a loud slapping noise as he fucked into me and I felt an orgasm start to build. One hand still cradling my head, he kissed me until my hands clutched his back as my orgasm built and I came, squeezing him with my pussy and my fingers on his shoulders. He paused deep in me as my body shook around him.

A few seconds of my body being tense while my body was flooded with pleasure. He felt my fingers relax, and resumed fucking me, hard and fast again. My orgasm was barely subsided and the pleasure was coursing through my veins. Feeling him moving inside me again, feeling my come pooling just outside my vagina, I screamed in pleasure. My eyes were shut as he fucked me into another orgasm.

This time my hips bucked and my back arched against him. My body was wild and thrashing. He stopped his rhythm again to watch me in my ectasy. I could feel my body, my vagina, moving around him. Squeezing him and feeling his hard girth in me just caused the waves of pleasure to continue to spread through me.

He started again soft and shallow. Shallow hitting that spot that, if I could relax the right way, I know would end in squirting. I forced my body to relax, focusing on breathing and moaning. Our faces were touching cheek to cheek but where our lips were almost next to each other. We were breathing and moaning in each others ears. I clawed at his back, I could feel it coming.

And squirt poured all over his dick. He felt the warm stream hit him and pour down his balls. His hands, still in my hair, grabbed tight. His hips no longer gave me shallow thrusts, but quick deep ones which cut off my squirt and then forced it from my body. He called my name and I clung to him.

He was overtaken by the moment and fucked me like he needed to. Fast, quick, deep, rough. It didn't take much to send him over the edge to his own orgasm in which he pushed in as deep as he could while I cried out at the invasion. He collapsed on my breasts and I held him. We cuddled for a few moments sharing contented sighs.

Early Morning Booty Call (literally)

Loud, obnoxious jazz music jolted me awake. Actually I was already awake, but the music made me go from very sleepy to wide awake. I had known it was early and now that my boyfriend's 5am alarm was going off, I knew just how early it was -- on a Saturday. 

He snoozed the alarm and rolled over to cuddle me. His body was so hot to the touch. How could he sleep under the quilt and be comfortable? I threw off my covers and then cuddled into his big spoon. His arm wrapped around me and settled just under a breast. He moaned contentedly and kissed my shoulder, nuzzling me with his nose and lips.

My brain was so awake from that sudden music, but my body was still asleep and relaxed. Heat from his body warmed me. I noticed that he had no boner, unlike the ones I normally feel when he spoons me first thing in the morning. The alarm must have thrown his body off.We laid there together, little sighs and swallowed moans of early morning happiness as our communication back and forth.

Then the music went off again. He flipped over to turn it off, and I complained of the noise - it was louder this time. He turned it off and continued to just lay in bed. I turned over, laid my head on his chest, and asked if he was going to get up now. He laughed at my contradiction - asking if he were about it get up, but laying on his chest as if to hold him there. Guilty as charged.

He said he would jack off first and then get up. I snuggled in to him, wrapping a hand around his inner thigh and laying my head so he could tuck it under his chin as we normally do when I'm not participating or expecting an orgasm in return. This time I planned on just resting and enjoying it while he did all the work. It was too early for me to do anything else.

Not a minute later, he whispered to me, "I wish I could lick your booty hole." I perked my head up.

"Oh you do?"

"Yes," he breathed. "I wanna lick it."

"It's clean, you can if you want to." I had showered before going to bed. I pulled myself away from his body and crawled up, kneeling 'face down, ass up' on my own pillow so he could find my ass in the dark.

He got up, and knelt behind me. Still jerking off, his fingers of his left hand glided across my skin as he felt his way in the dark. Such a light touch despite his obvious lust. Finger were replaced by lips as he landed soft kisses that swept from one side of my ass to the other, avoiding the cleft in the middle.

I wondered if being in pitch black was making him act slower, or if he was just trying to find his way. Then a finger slide in my crack and expertly located my anus. He wasn't "lost" in the dark, he was just taking his time and slowly approaching the inevitable.

The finger circled around my hole before lightly pressing on it. My body tense, and then a tongue was suddenly replacing the finger and my body jolted in surprise and excitement. Oh, I love it when he rims me. The first lick was small and light, like a test run. He felt my body respond and heard the moan escape my lips. I was his.

He pressed his face into my ass crack and tongue swept across my booty hole. He made circles and sweeping movements. His mouth explored me expertly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure.

Normally I hear the sounds of his hand on his penis and his soft moans. We always have lights on during sex so we can see one another. But in the dark, facing away from him, with a fan running in the room, all I could detect of him was the tongue licking my asshole. It was strange, being so cut off from him and yet so intimately connected. My moans were loud and I knew he would hear me. I had no idea until my first rim job that I could get off just from him licking my asshole.

Suddenly I felt his tongue probe me, entering my asshole. My hips rocked in pleasure and I felt my anus contract around the tip that was in me, moan turning into soft scream. He pulled out and repeated this, my hips bucking more and I felt the orgasm draw close.

He pushed more tongue into me and was pulling out when I came, aware of the spasms I was making around him. He could feel every contraction of my pleasure around his tongue. He licked me and probed me through my orgasm and continued with the same fervor once my moans diminished a bit. I was lost in post-orgasmic bliss, hugging my pillow beneath me, and I heard his final grunts of orgasm break through that invisible sound barrier between us.

He collapsed for a moment on the bed and accused me of being naughty for talking him into such a filthy act so early in the day. I giggled and teased him for being so easy to convince.

Name calling

I've never really been called names before the BF. I used to beg to be called "slut" and "whore" and the ex never understood why.

Because I asked, dammit!

Yesterday morning, I was woken up with naked cuddles. It was still early, even dark outside. We had hours still to sleep. But a very hard dick was placed in my hand and I knew what to do.

I toyed with it. Wake me up to play with your dick? OK, I'm going to touch the head. And ONLY the head. I won't let you take back control and you're not allowed to touch the head. At first he thought he was getting a hand job. But then I never continued my exploration of his penis beyond the head. I pretended like I was falling back asleep, so he reached and grabbed his cock, starting to jack himself off.

Sorry, this head is mine. I grabbed onto his had and started massaging it. His motions into my hand to push me off were not going to work. I just held on. Several times, I just held on and let him jack off the base of his cock, giving him the stimulation of having the head of his dick gripped, but no movement.

I knew I won when he said, "Oh, you torturous bitch!" in a gasp. I almost let him come. Almost.

I let him get close, really close. And then I stopped. I'll show you what a torturous bitch is. When he started to beg and my hand was cramping from the tight grip I needed to maintain control, I considered adding lube. But no, he woke me up so this was his reward.

I let him come all over the palm of my hand.

And then this morning was very different. Naked cuddles were again the start of our fun, but it started with soft kisses. Those kisses with lips playing and a soft sweep of the tongue. Gentle, patient. Building. You feel your desire spike and you reach for more of their body.

He reached for my hip, then travelled to my thigh, before reaching my clit. I adjusted my body and when I spread my legs wide for him, he said, "Good girl, good girl spreading those legs wide for me."

And when he forced eight clit orgasms on me, making me agree that I was a slut who was always ready and always wanting more, I couldn't argue. He was right.

Every orgasm, every body movement, every scream he told me what a good girl I was for him.

When I rode him reverse cowgirl after as a thank you, he spanked me, hard. He spanked me and said even good girls are spanked when I complained about how it was hurting me. The faster I went, riding his cock under me, the harder he slapped me.

And then his finger wandered into my asshole, already lubed up even though I didn't hear him do it, and I agreed to being a good girl all over again. Good girls get it in the ass.

At some point, I was too tired from the orgasms on his dick that I collasped on the bed, but he wouldn't remove his finger. "You like it, you know you do. Slut." I complained, I wiggled, I tried to get away but his finger stayed in me no matter how I moved.

And finally, he said, "Spread your legs, slut." And I did. On my stomach, head buried in the comforter from screaming, I spread my legs wide. He managed to keep his finger in my ass as he sat up and crawled over, placing his dick in my vagina once more.

I erupted in screams of pleasure as both finger and dick fucked me together. "I know, I know my good girl likes it. My slut." I did. My own screams and orgasm betrayed me as I fucked him back, wildly, hungry, desperate for more.

When he came in me, all he said was, "Take it! Take it you slut!" and I felt him pump cock into my very wet pussy.

See what calling names can get you?

Recap: His parents visit

His parents came to visit us, the first time they've done that. We have visited them three times as a couple. The first time I met them was when we were packing up his apartment to move in with me - only three weeks after we had met for the first time! At the time I was afraid they would be against such a quick decision on both our parts, but I've never seen any hesitation or distrust in our relationship, or dislike of me. In fact, quite the opposite.

Most hilarious moment:  We were giving his parents the grand tour of our home, and BF showed them our giant master closet. What is in the center of the doorway? BF's pink high heel shoes! Both parents notice them, and his dad asks me, "Do you actually wear those?" So I lie and say yes, but rarely since I have a weak ankle. In my head my thoughts are as follows: Oh no! We forgot those.... Should I excuse them as "fuck me" heels? NO I CAN'T SAY THAT!!! Oh please don't ask me to try them on... or put them on... they are 4 sizes too big! He didn't ask, and later I threw them on my side of the closet with my other heels. I hope they didn't look closer or they would notice the size difference.

Saddest moment:  On talking colors, I mention something about BF wearing pink, and his dad's homophobia rears its ugly head where he tells me I better not "change his son into a... you know, 'fairy.'" His mom speaks up and reminds dad that BF wore pink as a little boy. Dad shuts up, but its not the only time he makes that kind of comment. BF will never be able to come out as bisexual publicly.

Sweetest moment: 
Friday night, about 30  minutes after arriving from their 14 hour drive, his dad said to me:

If it had been ANYONE else who had made him move so far away, I'd kill 'em. 

Yummiest moment:  We introduce his parents to Middle Eastern food, specifically to some spiced lamb kebobs cooked by a Jordanian man at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. They are blown away by how good it is.

Oddest moment:  At some point we talked about arguing, as we've been doing more of that lately. I fully admitted a lot of it is due to me not letting go of work stress and letting my extra sensitivity affect our relationship. His mom was shocked and said, "I thought you two didn't fight!?" We both laughed and said we do, but its never anything serious or close to relationship ending (like we see on facebook with his older siblings - frequently). She was still surprised, and I'm not sure why she would assume we never fight.

Most loving moment:  My BF and I gave up our bed for his parents for 2 of the 3 nights. His dad has a very bad back and we didn't want him to suffer. His mom can sleep anywhere, no problem. They tried to fight our decision but we over-ruled them. This left me on the couch and my BF on a twin air mattress. 

I could barely sleep, my "princess and the pea" sleeping habits prevented it. Every position felt uncomfortable and awkward. I tossed and turned.  The second night I could barely sleep and I finally sat up and starting crying out of frustration. I realized part of my problem was that I was missing my teeth-guard (I grind my teeth at night) and without that, I never slept well.  It was locked in our bathroom inside our bedroom where his parents were sleeping. 

He heard my restlessness and woke up. 

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

I vented my frustration and lack of sleep, then told him of the missing teeth-guard. He asked where it was and I told him.

He was up and gone before I realized he wasn't lying down anymore. He came back down stairs, placed the teeth-guard in my hand, kissed my forehead, and told me he loved me. 

I was moved. Middle of the night quest to help me sleep and relax. I wasn't going to wake him or ask him to do it. I didn't expect it of him. He held my hand as we laid back down in our respective beds, and I fell asleep for a few peaceful hours.

It's amazing what love can do.

He tied me up, and blindfolded me

I was nervous and excited. We had talked about tying me up. We'd bought the restraints more than a month ago during our date night. Only last night we had used them on him; now it was my turn.

He secured my wrists and then my feet. Then he took one of my silk scarves and blindfolded me with it. The room was cold. He went to make his preparations; selecting his toys, cleaning them, preparing them so I couldn't see what was in store for me. I asked for a blanket to keep warm while I waited. I was denied.

He left the room and I asked where he was going. He didn't answer, but I could hear the clink of ice into a glass. I started to fret nervously. It was too cold for ice. I asked him to reconsider the ice; save it for a warmer night. Again, I was denied.

He continued preparations. I squirmed. My wrist restraints felt tight. Too tight. Internally I started to panic. I have this "thing" about feeling trapped. It's why I can't fall asleep as the little spoon sometimes; I feel like I can't move. I start to panic. And last night, I started panicking. I tried to loosen the restrains, but how could I? I called out to him. It was too scary, I needed them looser. At first he said no, but the rising panic in my voice came through. He loosened them and I relaxed a bit more.

And then he started. Silk gloves touched my skin, lightly. His hands ran all over my body. The silk against my hard nipples felt so smooth, so soft. It was unlike anything that had softly grazed my nipple. His hands wandered down my body to my legs and feet. Occasionally he would brush up against my pelvic bush and my body would tense. It tickled yet was so pleasurable.

He told me to open my mouth. I did so obediently without hesitation. He lifted my head up slightly and put the head of his dick in my mouth. I start sucking it immediately, just focusing on his head while he called me a good girl for being such a cock sucker. I sucked until he let my head rest back onto the bed (only a minute or two) and then waited for more.

And then there was an ice cube on my nipple. So cold, and so wet! It made me gasp and try to move away, but I could not. Then it was on the other one, and I flinched the other direction. He chuckled at my struggle. It left my body, but the cold remained a bit. Then a light stroke of cold ice on my stomach. My breast. My leg. My hip. It would appear at random spots on my body; I did not know what to do!

He made me spread my legs as far as my restraints would allow. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips and found my clit. The ice was so cold and dripping cold water droplets onto my pussy; but on my clit it was cold and hard. So hard that after the initial shock, it was incredibly arousing. But too soon he took it away. It glanced across my skin randomly before returning to my clit and melting there.

He got up from the bed and left me there, quivering with excitement and chill. When he came back, I heard lube being squeezed from a bottle. Then, a finger touching my asshole, and once locating it, our small pink dildo sliding smoothly in. It's been a long time since I've had anything in my ass... it felt full without being too full.  He fucked me with the dildo a few times. I gasped in pleasure.

He inspected my clit. It wasn't hard like it had been from the ice; so he pulled my pussy lips wide and spanked my clit. My whole body flinched! I tried to move away and to hide myself from him; I could not move away. He persisted in spanking me until I was hard enough for him. Then, cool glass entered my pussy. 

I definitely felt full. Slowly he started fucking me with it, then letting it rest in my vagina as he fucked my ass again. Then back to the glass. Then, my favorite bullet vibe lightly resting on my pussy lips just above my clit. He turned it on and let it sit there sending vibes through my pussy while he went back to fucking my ass again.

He rotated between moving or adjusting two of the three at each time while I reacted with flinching and moaning when I needed to. He started to focus on my clit with the vibe and the G-spot more. I told him to fuck me more with the dildo, yes right there, right there, harder, oh yes baby, oh yes, keep going, just like that, oh it's so good, I love it, please keep going, oh fuck don't stop. I had a G-spot orgasm. Then the intensity picked up and I felt that "Oh I have to pee!" like I had never felt before. I really thought I was close to squirting; I was certainly closer than I'd ever been before. I tried to pee, relax, let it go, but it didn't happen.

I did have another orgasm, this time a combo of G-spot and clit. he started playing with the rhythm on the bullet vibe. as I came he didn't stop playing with me. His tongue played with my clit for a bit; I moaned and screamed in pleasure. It was a complete surprise but another orgasm hit me.

More fucking with the glass dildo; he turned the vibrator up. He fucked me and kept the bullet on my clit so directly. He let the pullet rest on my clit while my pussy flexed against the dildo in me. It didn't take long for me to orgasm again.

All of a sudden, my blindfold was gone. He was kneeling over me leaning against the wall, staring down at me. His hand was jacking off his dick. But I couldn't focus on him. Instead, another orgasm was hitting me. My eyes shut in intense pleasure, when I opened he was intently staring, watching me writhe in pleasure. And another orgasm. They were growing more intense with each one. The bullet vibe remained, almost glued to my clit it seemed, while the glass dildo was unmoving in my pussy. My movements from orgasm only triggered more as my body moved the dildo slightly around my very sensitive vagina.

He watched me cum over and over, crying louder and louder. Really, truly struggling for relief. He jacked off over me, watching me unable to be still on the bed. Sweet torture. The orgasms wouldn't stop. I looked him in the eyes when I could open them, almost pleading for relief but the orgasms were too exquisite.

After something like 10 very hard orgasms in a row, he turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo - slowly. It took minutes for my body to calm down and stop twitching. He stood over me, jacking off and watching my face as the aftershocks waned. I whimpered my thanks and my helplessness. I was still bound and I wanted to be held by him. He wouldn't let me go until he had been satisfied.

I told him to jack off into my mouth so I could eat his cum. He knelt down and we shared minutes of looking in each other's eyes as he came closer to orgasm. When he came, I caught most of his load in my mouth and swallowed it happily.

He let me out of my restraints and it felt good to curl up into a ball on my side. He helped me up to get a drink and use the bathroom, and then held me in his arms as I fell almost instantly asleep.

He told me the next day the only reason he stopped the vibrator was my volume was beyond anything I'd screamed before and he was legitimately concerned the police would be called. If/when we get a house, I'm in major trouble.

He returned the favor

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Then I cried when he ate me out

Note: This is part 2 of a 3 part series on one evening of sex. Read part 1 here. 

 I laid back, waiting for him to make his move. Had I changed his mind?

Yes, I had. He laid down in between my legs to see my freshly shaved pussy. He laid sideways so one of my legs was over his body. I opened my legs far for him, and one touch of his finger to my clit, so light, so gentle, had my eyes closed tight. He slowly slid his tongue over my clit and I moaned loudly. He teased me lightly, fingers from both hands wandering around my pussy.

I moaned and cried out, he flicked his tongue across me rapidly. It was like heaven touching me. My whole world became my clit, my pussy, my vagina. A finger in me, gentle, barely there, tantalizing me as his tongue wandered up, down, and circled my clitoris. His tongue wandered down me, to the spot just below my clit.

As he teased me, he would stop his tongue and not move it, just let it sit on me. My body would tremble, and I begged him to move against me. He would sometimes remove his tongue altogether and yawn, I could feel his whole body fill with air. But he didn't act tired as he played with me, he continued loving my clit. His finger wandered further into me, fucking me gently as he sucked at my clit. His wet mouth felt amazing on me.

Then another yawn. But this time, I heard something different. He wasn't exhaling air. He was inhaling.

"Are you smelling my pussy?" I ask, bewildered.

"Mmhmm," he tells me. He inhales again, and I feel his fingers pulling my lips wider apart.  I am awed. he goes back to licking my pussy, and I feel a wave of emotions hitting me. My eyes prick with tears. I am overcome. He is eating me more intensely, and I'm moaning in high pitched almost squeals of pleasure.

He smells me again, and eats, and smells more. Now that he knows I'm aware of what he's doing, he's smelling me more, nose practically touching me as he fills himself with my scent.

I am overwhelmed. I start to cry a little as he eats and sucks at my clit. I'm almost to orgasm and I'm feeling the most wonderful, compelling joy I've ever experienced. He sniffs and smells me, he inhales as deeply as he can. Finally, I start to cum and it feels good but I'm distracted by my emotions of the moment. As I'm cumming his finger takes over my clit, but I push his wrist away. I can't take it. He stops and sits up, confused.

He looks at my face and asks what's going on. I look at him, and the reality of my experience takes over. I look at him with blurry eyes, I try to tell him, to find words. But I can't. Tears start to fall down my face and he puts a hand on my face and asks me gently what's up.

I try to verbalize the whirlwind I'm in, "I'm.... I'm... just..." and then I'm in full tears, crying. "I'm so happy!" with a sob I roll to my side and curl up into a little ball. He immediately surrounds me, holding me to him. He's cradling me against him and I'm wrapped around him. I'm sobbing into him. He's letting me cry. He's not sure what to say.

"You just... you just don't know what it feels like!" I cry. "To go from being told you're so dirty and gross to be loved like this..." I can't describe what I'm feeling. All I can do is just cry into him. "I never imagined that someone could ever love my body like this."

He holds me, and chuckles, "Honey, I love you. You are so beautiful, so sexy, I love every part of you. He was a moron you smell so good baby." He holds me tight to him.

I calm down and he kisses my cheek wet from tears. He makes sure I look into his eyes and he asks if he can continue making me cum, he's not done yet. I bashfully nod my approval.

He kisses my stomach as he crawls down in between my legs again. He smells me more, pulling my lips wide. He licks and sucks at me more and more. I'm in emotional ecstasy, and he makes a show of smelling me as much as he can. Big, deep breaths. He makes me cum twice more.

I feel vulnerable, close. He moves up to kiss him and I taste sweet on his mouth. But then he shows me his very hard dick, and he tells him he needs to fuck me, the smell of my pussy has made him rock hard...

to be continued.

I gave the roughest blow job...

Note, this is part 1 of a 3 part series of one night of sex together.

Yesterday I realized it had been a few days, maybe a week since I gave the BF a blow job. Last weekend I had sucked him off in between riding his cock or him fucking me (I do love to taste myself). But I do enjoy sucking cock, so I texted him from work suggesting I suck him tonight if he'd eat me out.

Fast forward to 11pm or so, we are laying naked together, me on his chest. I'm rubbing his cock lightly with my fingers. It grows hard under my touch. I remind him of our deal, and he looks at me, complaining that he's too tried to keep his end of the deal. I tell him I bet I can change his mind. He's not sure, but I keep stroking him. He's hard, but I'm teasing him, not jacking him off.

He complains that I'm teasing him. The more he complains, the longer I make him wait for my mouth. His eyes are closed, his arm is curled around my head, holding me to his chest. I have one leg wrapped over his leg while my hand teases and tickles his cock. Finally, I get up to crawl in between his legs. I pull his cock into my mouth, and slide down onto it. I swipe my tongue around and around the back of his cock, and do slow movements up to his head and back down, as far as I can go. He gasps when I push him as far in as I can take it, almost choking on it.

I tease his head with my mouth, flicking my tongue over his hole. I suck on it, hard and release him with a hard suck. Then I force my mouth back down deep onto his dick. He moans as I cover him in my spit. Up and down I suck on his cock. I hold him deep in my throat, then flick my tongue up and down his cock making him moan and call to me softly.

I repeat my teasing of his head, this time swirling my mouth around it, covering as much as possible in my circular strokes. I suck hard, then swirl, the suck, swirl, and end with as much suction as I can give him. Then I choke on his dick, gagging myself on its length as I try to swallow as much as I can. His hands move to my arms, then one on my head, just resting. He rests it on me as I bob it up and down on his cock. Its too big to use my lips as a teeth shield, so my mouth is open as wide as I can make it.

I can feel his hips lifting up to me as I suck him off, drooling down his cock. His hand is holding my head but applying no pressure - I am hitting it just right. I'm sucking away happily, in my own blissful world. Then, he says, "More teeth."

I stop dead. "More?" I can't believe my ears.

"Yes, more teeth."

My mind has just gone 0-100 in about 1.2 seconds. I have never, ever been asked for teeth... I've made the mistake of scraping teeth (my mouth is only so big!)... but asked to add teeth? Wow... ok....

I close my jaw a bit, and I'm sliding my teeth up and down his cock. Its layers of lip-teeth-tongue-teeth-lip as I slide up and down him. I'm being careful to measure my pressure, I don't want to hurt him. Not even 30 seconds pass and I hear, "More! More teeth!" I freeze, mouth full of dick.

"Mmmmm?" I ask, not believing my ears yet again.

"Yes!" he breathes heavily.

I bite down on it, and I am now fully scraping his dick with my teeth, bruising him, I'm sure. I go slowly, but he he is happy. So I keep my bite on him, I can't go fast as I'm biting him and forcing his dick up and down in between my teeth. He is moaning so loudly. I trust what I'm hearing and it is only a few minutes until he cums. I keep him clamped between my teeth and I feel his dick spasming against my teeth. I let go, and removed my mouth as he trembled at every movement I made.

I lay down next to him and wait my turn...

to be continued...

Morning sex after his dream

I decided to work from home - I needed the luxury of sleeping in and a slower day if I was going to kick whatever lame fatigue-inducing illness I was fighting. I forgot to turn off my alarm, so it went off at the normal time. I turned it out and the BF rolled over to hold me. We slept. Then I flipped around to hold him. Back and forth for two hours. The last hour of which his face was always touching me. He moved it up against my arm, my face, my breast, my shoulder, my back. It didn't matter how I laid or moved, his body would follow.

I was facing away from him when he stirred awake. I turned my head to see his eyes open for the first time, and smile at me. I snuggled back into him and he wrapped his arms around me. His legs intertwined with mine, and I felt a hard dick press into my leg. "Well, good morning!" I quipped at him. "Hard already for me?" Any morning I'm home when he wakes, I pretty much expect morning sex -- morning wood is a wonderful gift of nature.)

He tells me he had a dream about me - and his grin tells me it was an excellent dream. I press for details; they come slowly... He dreamed he tied me up, on my knees. He tied my wrists and ankles up. He tickled my feet until I peed myself, and he licked it up. Then he spanked my ass no matter how much I begged him to stop. He spanked my breasts and pinched my nipples. He made me spread my legs so he could tease my clit. He put his tongue on my clit and wouldn't move it. He wouldn't let me cum. He was going to rape the fuck out of me... but he woke up right as his dick entered me.

At each detail and new idea I'm shocked, surprised at the details his brain thought about, and then remembered. He tells the story with relish, delighting in my frightened yet delighted reactions to his details. He knows how each part would terrify and excite me.

As he's telling me, his hand is feeling my ass, giving it deep squeezes. He keeps interrupting himself to tell me how much he loves my ass, how awesome it feels in his hand. How much he wants to spank it. His story is barely over and he's on top of me, spreading my legs wide as I'm on my stomach. He rubs the head of his dick in my slick pussy, asking me if his story turned me on. Telling me I'm a little slut for being so wet for him all the time.

He enters me, and a few short thrusts he's all the way, pulling my legs shut and straddling my legs. He gives my back light, tender kisses. His dick feels so good in me. His arms reach above mine and he pulls himself up, pressing into my ass checks as his dick slides in and out. He makes me stick my butt up for him, but then he just presses in and stays there............

...........And stays............

It drives me crazy. He runs his hands down my body, lightly grazing my breasts as they slide down my sides to my thighs, which he grips in each hand. My hips start flexing involuntarily and I'm moaning for him to move in me. I'm fucking him, moving him in and out and my thrusting jerky movements are turning him on, making him want to fuck me again.

He finally does, with a vengeance. He reaches around and grabs me by the breasts, using my body as leverage to fuck harder into me. He's calling me his slut for liking his dick so much. He slows down, pulling all the way in and all the way out. I'm mesmerized by the feeling of it - its so slick, and I can feel my vagina being opened and then collapsed as he does this over and over. In gasps I tell him I love it. He does it more and more. And then stays in, not moving.

Fuuuuuuuck! My brain reacts. My body is twitching and moving, desperate for his dick to move in me... he tries to hold me still so I can't. I'm moaning loud, close to cumming. He starts fucking me hard again, and I start to cum. He shifts up again so his dick is pounding my pussy while I'm cumming and I grip the bars of our headboard, screaming as I cum. Of course, he doesn't let up. He never does. He fucks me in the way I can only ever describe as "Fuck! It's so big in me! OMG!!!" and soon I'm cumming again.

He whispers that I'm such a good slut, cumming for him. He grabs my ass in a giant pinch and tells me I'm a good girl. Then he pushes in, and holds it in me again. I try to not react, I try to stay still. But I can't.... I can't maintain control. My hips are starting to twitch and I'm moving his dick around as best I can, pinned under him as I am. His hands are holding mine above my head, fingers mixed up in mine.

He feels me fucking against him, and I'm flexing my ass to move his dick just barely in and out of me - but I can feel his head rubbing in the most pleasurable away in me. It feels wonderful - and it is, for both of us. It feels too good now to be torture, but I don't think he cares about that anymore. He's starts to fuck me, telling me, ordering me to cum for him. He starts to fuck harder and I urge him on with my "Yes! Oh yes!" as I tell him to keep doing it.

It doesn't take long, and I'm cumming again. He feels me cumming, squeezing on his dick and he tells me I'm so good. He relaxes, slowing down. I know he hasn't cum but I'm not sure what he's doing. He moves away a pillow and some blankets - we are sweating from the heat of our bodies and all the sex. He brushes my hair away from my face so he can see me. He kisses my cheek, my jaw, and neck. And then suddenly his hand is in my hair and he pulls, HARD, jerking my neck back.

Now he's fucking me hard again, and my body is trying to arch up as he's pulling on me. It hurts my scalp, but it feels good. I'm completely at his use as I want to be. He starts talking to me.. and I love to hear him say them to me:

"You're such a dirty slut spreading those legs for me!"

"Naughty slut you take my dick that's right you like it!"

If I moan in pleasure, "Yeah, slut, I'll fuck you just as you like it."

And then, as he came, "Ohhh! Ohh! Take my cum you dirty slut! Take it all!"

I do. My hips tremble as he pumps his dick and cum into me. He gives my back a few more kisses, and lays next to me. He runs his fingers ever so lightly through my hair, lightly against my scalp that he just pulled so hard on. My eyes are shut, enjoying it. His hands keep wandering, and he lay and cuddle and kiss and giggle for about thirty minutes.

The look in the eyes

Every evening we are normally on our computers in the office. He is normally gaming while I am blogging, catching up on emails, or writing. (Blogging takes a lot of time!) We're always chit chatting and constantly interrupting the other with hugs, kisses, and sexy comments that turn the other on and disrupt concentration (another reason blogging takes so long).

Last night "the look" came up somehow. He feigned ignorance and I reminded him, "You know, THE LOOK. The one we have when we're having sex sometimes... that look." He couldn't play dumb for long, as the smile broke out across his face. Yes, he's aware of the look.

The look doesn't always make its appearance. Frequently his face his buried in my breasts or in my neck kissing me during sex. My eyes are typically close as I cannot keep them open while I'm orgasming or even close to an orgasm. But sometimes, with an effort... the look happens and when it does, I don't see anything but him.

It starts when we lock eyes. And then it stays. And for some breaths it says. We kiss, and our eyes are open, looking, staring. He is thrusting or I am rocking but the other is stopped, transfixed in time. The mouths are open, but there are no words. Just shallow breathing. Shared air.

The best sex either of us have had in our lives was in January. I came home from work stressed out beyond recognition.  I went straight to bed and started crying. He was there with me, holding me to him, letting me wet his shirt in my tears. He held me so very tight that day. He kissed my forehead and my cheeks. He told me he would be there for me, it would work out. It was OK. As I calmed down his kisses started moving closer to my mouth and then down my neck. What followed was the most passionate, moving, and incredible sex I'd ever imagined possible.

The look first made its appearance there. At one point I was riding him in cowgirl and I was moving very slowly. His hands were on my back and I was bent over him. Our eyes were locked for what felt like hours. The emotional state of the room was intoxicating. I remember looking at him and thinking this was the most beautiful, joyous, ardent moment of my life. I never wanted it to end. Then he said, "I want this to last forever." 

What followed was so intimate and so beautiful I didn't tweet about it and I won't describe it here. Its ours. Forever.

Every once in a while that look resurfaces. It may be for a few moments, it may just be for a second. The longer we hold it, the more intense the sex becomes.  Sometimes he orders me to look at him, or our eyes meet by accident and we both hold it.

The look surfaced last night. It wasn't planned, even though we talked about it. We just looked. And looked. And then he breathed "I love you" to me. I almost started crying - it was so intense, and I was so freaking happy. I managed to say it back, barely. We kissed, lips just touching. Our mouths were open, lips touch, and we shared breath as he fucked me slowly, our eyes still locked. I broke into a smile, and he asked me why I was smiling. My eyes pricked with tears again. I lost my words.

He buried himself in my neck and kissed me and kissed me.

A hand job, foot job, finger fuck, and then a fuck

It was late, an hour past the time we normally try to get to bed and still have time for sex. We had lost track of time video gaming... We both decided that the time wasn't important, we were both horny, despite cumming earlier that evening.

We laid down together, and the BF started playing with his cock. I wanted to cum really, really good... and that normally happens when he focuses all his attention on me. I decided to focus on him first, then we could switch to me. I ran a foot up his leg, then grazed his balls gently. He sighed, and looked at me. It was too tempting not to continue.  I repositioned myself and started rubbing his dick with the bottom of my foot, specifically my toes. He asked, almost unbelieving, if he was going to get a foot job. I give them rarely, not because I don't like to, just because its a lot of work to do.

But that look... I had to give him one. I had just shaved my legs that afternoon, and I knew it would be perfect. I ran my foot on his penis a little more, then positioned myself so my body was sideways to him, feet on his dick, laying back to watch the scene. He grabbed the bottle of lube and put some on my toes and I held his dick up, jacking him off up and down.

He reached over, running a hand up and down my smooth legs. His eyes said a million words to me, and he reached a hand toward my pussy. My legs were in a diamond shape, open wide at the knees but meeting at his dick with my feet. He reached a finger into my wetness, and started fingering my pussy.

This was new. He's never fingered me while getting a foot job. But then again, I've never had my pussy in reach. It's highly erotic to give a foot job and have your pussy fingered at the same time. He twisted over onto his side slightly, hips still flat, so he could hug my knee and watch his fingers work their magic. He told me he wanted me to cum really good for him, cum while jacking him off with my feet.

I didn't need him to tell me, I was already incredibly turned on and his fingers were making me clench my eyes shut as I tried to find the concentration to keep his very slippery dick in my feet, using my toes and the soles of my feet to jack him off however I could hang on to him. His fingers alternated between being in me or on my clit - my favorite pattern of off and on which excites me so much and gets me so horny. It didn't take long for me to cum. When I did, I paid attention to not kick him or move at all that would hurt his dick - I kept my feet as still as I could while my hips and arms moved as best as they could in my position. He toyed with me, playing with my clit, letting his movements slow with my orgasm, then suddenly attacking it again and triggering another. And another. And another. And a few minutes later, a couple more.

I was out of breath, and he asked me if I had cum good... yes, I certainly had. His dick was hard and still between my feet, slightly neglected from my multiple orgasms.  I went back to jacking him off. We added more lube as the first portion had dried too much... and now he was so slippery I had a hard time holding onto him. I gripped with my toes and he sighed over and over with "Oh baby..." and "Ohhhhh yes..."

After some efforts of using both sets of toes, then one set with the sole of my foot, then both soles, and jacking off against his stomach, he got up and stood at the end of the bed and pulled me to him. I leaned back on my elbows, and starting jacking him off between by big and second toes on both feet, up and down his dick, holding it flat against his stomach. His knees became week, and he leaned against the bed trying to remain standing. He didn't last long like that, especially when he started to watch my toes. He was turned on so much when his dick spread my second and middle toes apart... it was so slippery I couldn't keep consistent. I just jacked off as best as I could.

He laid back down, it was too intense and pleasurable for him to cum like that. I focused on one foot, jacking him off by curling my toes around him and running my foot in tiny circles as I moved it up and down his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head but he kept fighting to watch it. He told me how beautiful, how cute my feet were. I asked him if he liked seeing my toes scrunched around his dick. He gasped a yes with his head falling into the pillow, mouth open in ecstasy as I rubbed his dick. He started begging for more attention to his head, so I tilted my leg up at an angle to grab his head slightly before running my toes down his cock. Over and over and over. My foot kept slipping in the lube, disrupting the pattern... but this just teased him more and his pleasure was building.  I started telling him to cum on my toes, my legs were tired... my foot started shaking slightly from the exertion, and he saw it.. but it turned him on even more. He came with forced words and deep moans as we watched his cum spill onto his stomach.

We both laid back, exhausted. But I was so turned on from seeing him near orgasm for at least five minutes, I wanted to cum again. We pulled out my favorite bullet vibe, and he controlled both the bullet and the vibrations for me.

He toyed and toyed with me, quickly alternating from low to high to watch my body jump and jerk, my breasts and nipples moving in a way he wanted to watch over and over. He pushed it in me on high, then fingered my clit but not quite to orgasm, just enough to get me close before putting the vibe back on my clit and teasing me some more. It was a very long build and I knew I was going to have an amazing, incredible, silent-scream filled orgasm.

And then the bullet vibe broke. On high vibration... just a minute or two away from the orgasm I was so looking forward to. My frustration, anger, and disappointment was, to say the least, powerful. This vibe had lasted 10 days --- nine days longer than the 1 day bullet vibe it had replaced. I was furious and upset. I tossed it on the floor, flipped onto my stomach, and tried not to cry. My trusty, favorite toy had died, and there was no way I was going to get off now. I don't have a vibe strong enough, and I didn't want to get fingers involved. I sank into a horny despair.

The BF tried to call me over to him. I said something about giving up, and he could hear the emotions in my trembling voice. I didn't want to move, no matter how he called out to me. I was wallowing. He moved over, put his arm across my back, tucked into my body, and held me. He kissed my neck and told me it would be OK, it wasn't the end of the world. It sounds silly, but its what I needed to hear. He ran his hand up and down my body, playing with my butt ever so lightly. I was enjoying the comforting touches more than anything, letting him cheer me up from my near temper-tantrum of my toy breaking.

And then he slid a finger down and found a very wet pool outside my vagina, and started spreading it from vagina to clit, lightly grazing me. I moaned. I never get fingered on my stomach, it's always so intense and...  different. I prefer (aka, am used to) lying on my back. But this was different. He began scooping my cum out of my pussy, digging into me with a finger and exciting my vagina. I moaned into my pillow, and he started really fingering me. The sensations were all so different, I couldn't tell what he was doing... the sexiness of not knowing what was happening excited me more.

He started finger fucking me. Hard. Really hard. Making my ass move up and down, moving my body with my vagina and his finger (or fingers, I really don't know and he wouldn't tell me). I moaned and the moans turned to screams as I was hit with an orgasm. I could hear a grin as he asked if I liked that... I wanted more, so he started fucking me again, getting into a position where he could use those wonderful arms and their strength. He was hitting me in all the right places - deep, G-spot, pussy lips. It felt fantastic. I came twice more with this.

Then he spread my legs very wide, and crawled in between them. I felt his hard dick sliding in my wetness, getting wet. He found my vagina and started to slide in, pulling my legs shut on him. He straddled me. I begged him to fuck me. Not have sex with me, but fuck me. He did, and I begged for more. He was filling me up so much but it wasn't rough enough... not that I wasn't enjoying it, because I started cumming. As I was screaming loud moans I shouted to use me as his FUCK TOY. FUCK ME LIKE A FUCK TOY. And he did. It was rough and fast and hurt a little bit in just the right way. He came and I came as he gave his final thrusts into me.

I looked at the clock, completely satisfied. It had been one hour since we climbed into bed.

Orgasms on very little sleep = win

We had sex Sunday morning. It was good wake up sex. Sunday night I gave him a BJ - and he fell asleep within 60 seconds. I decided to wait until tomorrow to cum.

Monday night, I spoiled him rotten with a massage, full body kissing, then a long, sensuous handjob. I didn't want anything in return, it was his night. I decided I could wait one more day to cum.

Tuesday night he had a migraine and had to go to bed early. I ended up with insomnia, and even porn and masturbating twice with my trusty bullet vibe could not get me to sleep.

Wednesday I was almost dead to the world. Offsite work meetings on two hours of sleep... I managed to stay awake all day. I needed to get a good night's rest, but my insomnia often comes in batches, so I took 2 tylenol PM at 10p and waited for it to kick in. I laid on his chest watching Seinfeld for a couple of episodes, and knew it was time for bed.

He had been hinting about eating me out, and he knew I was due for some good cums. We climbed into bed, cuddled for a few minutes, and his fingers wandered down my body. He ran a finger down to my pussy and started running a finger from vagina to clit. I was so wet and he called me on it... he fingered me and told me he loved to watch me tremble as he gently stroked my swollen clit. "Why is your clit so big already?" he wanted to know.

What could I say? I was horny out of my mind. I only moaned my appreciation as he touched me where I needed it most. He pushed me onto my back and kissed down my body to start licking my wet cunt. I knew right away my orgasm was not far away. I was surprised at how loud I was already... but I was halfway to cumming and his tongue had only just started.  It was lapping at my big clit, driving me crazy. He stopped and blew lightly on it, then back to eating my pussy. He made long licks up my clit, and then pushed one finger into my pussy. I moaned, pushing into him slightly as I feel my orgasm cumming closer.

And then it becomes illusive, like I want it to much. Then he wanted to tease me, and he pulled off and started blowing on my clit, sending cold shivers up my back. My nipples grew harder, and I begged him to continue. He teased just a few seconds more, then resumed by licking my clit and fingering me deeper. I was getting closer to orgasm, and my hips started rolling up toward him. He sucked on my clit, making kissing noises as he released it. Suck, quick licks, suck, quick licks. He's fully finger fucking me now, and soon I'm cumming.

He doesn't even notice. He doesn't pause or take a break. If anything he starts going at me more, and it feels like his tongue and finger are in me. I'm cumming again, I hear my hand slap the bed, my other one is hanging onto one of the bars on the headboard. He's doesn't slow down. He keeps going, and orgasm 2 is so closely followed by orgasm 3.

He shifts positions, now kneeling with his head bent down rather than laying in front of me. The angle is new, it feels good but it seems uncomfortable. And then I feel it: his fingers on my G-spot, slowly rubbing, pushing. He knows when he hits it because I'm immediately shouting "Yes! Yes! There!!! Right there!!!" and I feel that sensation of I might need to pee. He's flicking at my clit, and my mind is overwhelmed by the two strong sensations. I try to relax my muscles, relax and try to pee... let go god please let go so I can squirt! Let my first squirt be like this so I can cover his face in it... Hit his mouth and nose so he can smell and taste it like I know he wants.

The sensation is growing stronger, but I can't pee... I'm trying but I know my muscles aren't right for it... and I feel like I'm right there... so fucking close yet I can't do it. I try to think positive, just enjoy it and let it happen. He continues going after me fingering me just in the right spot, better than he's ever fingered me before.  I feel the pleasure in my pussy getting stronger, the orgasm getting closer. His mouth takes over, and as I feel orgasm number four, I think how he must love my pussy squeezing at his finger as I cum and cover it in my wetness.

Four orgasms, and the tylenol is really kicking in. I care barely keep my eyes open. I'm barely coherent as I murmur something about how wonderful he is and how much I tried to squirt all over him. He knew I was trying, said he was hoping it would happen. We're both disappointed, but its not negative. Its said in a way that we'll keep trying, we know it will happen. I remember saying that this was my favorite method of trying so far.

He reached for the bottle of lube and started jacking off. I turned over and cuddled onto his chest, eyes shut. I kept thinking about him fingering that spot while licking me and the immense pleasure it was. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I told him my clit boner would not go away, I was too turned on from what had just happened.

He pushed me again onto my back, and started rubbing his dick on my clit. It was so sensitive, the sensation of his head hitting my clit was almost too much. I moaned and wanted him in me... I told him I wanted dick in me. Please fuck me, please. I think I begged him with "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." I can't remember completely, my brain was too groggy. He gave me what I wanted... the lube on his dick was still wet, and I was so wet. He tried to fuck me hard and deep, but it was so slippery he kept slipping out and clit fucking me instead.

I don't remember the next details. I do remember more clit fucking and he was trying to get me off that way... I wanted a clit orgasm, but I wanted dick in me. I remember pushing my hand down between us, slipping my favorite middle finger down onto my slick clit. I started masturbating myself while he fucked me slowly, letting me build up. He watched my pleasure build and started fucking me faster. I held my legs back, knees toward my shoulders, he held my shoulders with his hands, fucking me.

My orgasm hit me and I felt my pussy clench his dick as he continued to fuck me. I gripped his back with my free hand, the other furiously attacking my clit as the orgasm continued. It was strong and powerful, taking over my body. Highest pleasure filled my whole pelvis.

I know he fucked me more, I don't remember how long it lasted. I remember rubbing my hands on his back, my sleepy brain on an orgasm high. I don't know if he came first or I did, but the orgasms were hitting within a half second of each other. My orgasm surprised me. I was so sensitive that every movement he made seemed to increase my pleasure. While he came I was lost in orgasm, unable to think. His ended, and mine continued, brought on by his final thrusts and twitches. He relaxed a little, and my body responded with tremblings and shrieks. He relaxed more and I kept going, my pussy throbbing around his dick, my body unable to relax. He shifted to try and stay still, but it was pointless. I kept cumming... cumming... so he pulled out and my body went into a final peak of pleasure.

I don't remember anything else. The details now are hazy at best, but that last orgasm was the longest I've ever experienced.

We enjoy each other's cum

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Midweek, post-nap sex

I awoke from my nap (see part 1 of this story), the breezing was blowing across my back sending shivers up my spine. I tried to reposition myself, but he pulled me closer, tighter to him in his sleep. I couldn't move, but I didn't want to wake him. I settled into his chest, and dozed. Some minutes passed, and I forced myself away and flipped to lay on my stomach. He awoke, and turned over to tuck himself into me and cuddle me. We murmured about our nap, the breeze, the day. Our joy.

His hands started wandering, and found their way to my ass. He wanted me again, and when I reached for his dick it was almost hard again. He started fondling my breast, tweaking at my nipple. He spooned me, kissing my back and neck. He pulled on my hips and I moved slightly so his dick could find my vagina. My wetness was pooled at the entrance, waiting. He slid in, moaning at it... and questioning how in the world I could be so incredibly wet. (As if he doesn't know the reason.)

We took turns, him thrusting into me, me grinding against him. Slow and sensuous. Minutes passed and we kept taking turns, sometimes fighting for who would control the direction. He told me he wanted me to cum. "Don't you have any cum for me, my love?" I did - grinding against him, feeling his dick slide in and out and all these angles I'm not used to, my orgasming had been building. His words set me over the edge, and I was bucking against him. He gave my back some kisses, and pushed me onto my stomach. My legs stayed almost on their side, but not straight. His dick never left my pussy.

I turned my head to look at him, and our eyes locked. We just looked at each other as I pushed my ass into him and he fucked me gently. His hands were resting above my head, and I reached up to grab them in my hands, holding him, bracing against him, He played with me, going fast and shallow or fast and deep, changing his pattern. We were fucking for pure enjoyment, no schedule, no deadlines. Just us.

I could feel my clit boner begging for attention, but I needed his dick. I told him I wanted to cum with my clit with him in me. He chuckled at my clit horniness, but pulled out and sat back so I could flip around. I reached down, and even I was astounded by how wet I was. I expressed my surprised, and he laughed with me at how incredible it was. I started fingering my clit, wiggling it back and forth, and he kissed me as his dick entered me again.

Only it didn't enter all the way. He just inserted barely past the head, and pulled out. It wasn't enough, I wanted more. He whispered in my ear, "No, my little dick is too small... it won't satisfy you." And I moaned from excruciating anticipation. No, I wanted full, deep dick... I would never get off without it. I wanted all of him. I moaned, complaining.

"No, I want all of you, I need your dick."

"My dick's too small, it barely goes in at all. I can't satisfy you."

My clit was feeling amazing, but I knew I wasn't going to get off this way. But what could I do? I played the game. "No, its too small. I'll go find a bigger dick to satisfy me."

His breathing picked up, but he kept teasing me. "You fucking tease!" I admitted. "I can't cum this way!"

He knew his plan was working. He kept teasing me. My orgasm was building, almost ready to go, but I had no dick in me. I couldn't cum.

I complained more, louder, I humiliated his small dick for not satisfying me, leaving me frustrated.

Finally, he pushed in all the way, out, then all in with more force... and he exploded into orgasm. His thrusting caught me off guard, I need more thrusts to orgasm. But he knew, he kept pushing, fast thrusting in me, until I was screaming, bucking against him, squeezing his dick. He was motionless but I was still riding his dick, cumming all over it. Finally, after I was satisfied, I relaxed and opened my eyes. He was watching me, smile on his face.

Fucking for the future

I had the day off. It was an important day. BF, after 4 years of no talking and complete separation from his marriage mistake, was finally divorced. Details of how and why this legal detail wasn't completed so long ago isn't important. What matters is: it happened.

So yeah, what does it feel like to have your boyfriend legally free? Awesome. Amazing. Confusing. You don't expect to enter a relationship with something like this hanging in the background... but it does happen. And to have it done and over with? Wow. And I'm just living with this for not even a year... for him, it was an amazing day. It happened first thing this morning, so we had the rest of the day together.

I made him a carrot-cake divorce cake that said "Happy Divorce!" on it in orange frosting. We played computers, watched TV, and yes, we had celebration sex. Twice. With a nap in between.

Round 1 started in the kitchen, I think. I was writing the words on the cake and he started licking the bowl from the cream cheese frosting... so I took a finger and put it on my boob. (Yes, I was making the cake in my bra and panties). After he licked that off, I spread some from my collar bone up my neck. He licked it off, kissed me, and slapped my ass. I finished with the cake, and things moved into the bedroom.

We started kissing before we made it to the bed. Deep French kisses, hands wandering. Bra and panties off, his underwear on the floor. He reached down and started fingering my clit, and my knees started to buckle. It felt so good, just barely stroking my clit, then reaching in further and giving me the come hither move right on it. I moaned, kissing him and reached for his growing cock. He pulled me onto the bed. I started jacking off his dick, making it hard.

"Oh you always make it so hard so fast," he tells me. He was hard in no time, maybe record time.

I grinned, and climbed on top. "I'm going to fuck you today," I said. "Happy divorce!"

He laughed. First sex as a single man in more than 4 years. I didn't let him in, but settled my pussy on top of his dick, just slighting rocking on it. I put my hands above his shoulders, and kissed him, my curls hanging down framing our faces. He could feel my wetness, just barely touching him. I spread my lips, and moved my clit on his boner. His dick was slick with my first pass. My clit stroked his dick as we looked into our eyes.

I rocked, and he started talking to me. "Oh you naughty girl, why are you so wet today? So very naughty." I went to kiss his neck, but he hijacked my head and bit my neck. Hard. I gasped, moaning into his shoulder. He released me for a second, then kissed me, then bit me again. It was painful... but I liked it. I leaned back up, and started flexing my hips up, pushing his dick up into my pussy. I held him at the entrance, covering him in my wetness. Then I pulled off and started flexing with my clit against his dick again. "Come on my dick, use your clit to come on my dick. I love to see you come with your clit... you feel so good. Make it feel so good for me baby," he told me. I was so turned on. My orgasm came quickly, left me quivering on his dick. He ran his hands up and down my back, telling me what a good girl I was for obeying him like that.

I flicked my hips up again, and this time I sank onto his dick, and his eyes rolled back and a moan escaped his lips as I let him fill me up. He pinned my feet under his legs, pushing himself into me as I pushed myself into him. I rocked slowly back and forth, agonizingly slow. His voice was low in volume, high in pitch, asking for more. It felt amazingly good, rocking on that. He grabbed my right ass check and held it firmly in his grip, fingers pulling it sideways. Then I started flipping my hips up so he was barely in me before gently falling back down. Again and again, and then I was cumming again. When I was done, he pulled my hair away from my face and told me he loved me and I was so beautiful when I came.

Pushing into each other, I feeling as much as we could, just us, our bodies. I fucked him, rolling my hips, letting his dick fill me up. I came a third time, and then a fourth, each time getting closer and easier. I started really fucking against him, and his hands were slightly resting against my ass. I started bouncing my ass, and he told me to keep going, keep doing it. So I did, more and faster, an orgasm building. My eyes shut from pleasure, my last view was his eyes squeeze shut, mouth open in pleasure. His hands were grazing my ass, following its bounces as best as he could. He exploded into orgasm for 20 very long seconds. And my orgasm hit mid-way through his. I could feel my pussy squeezing his cock hard, making his gasp and twitch. We kissed.

It was the best sex he's had in years, he told me. And we fell asleep, on our sides, legs intertwined, his arms around me, his lips on my forehead, my head tucked into him. The breeze was blowing in the windows. It was lovely.

The first night Pt2

Kissing, hands everywhere. I wanted him on top first, so there he was. He was nervous about the size of his dick and my inexperience, I was confident. It was only going to get better. I was ready. Now I don't remember what he did or the exact details, but I do remember that I had my first vaginal orgasm - my first 8 vaginal orgasms, before he came.


We cuddled, holding each other, laying together. It was sometime near morning, the night was fading to day. I was about to drift asleep when he started kissing me again, and he told me it was my turn to get on top.


I hated cowgirl. It never felt very good, I couldn't cum during it, I didn't know how to move... I'd had terrible experiences. I fretted, and voiced my concerns. He was confident, he knew I could cum this way, he was shocked I never had before.  His confidence became mine... he used his hands to show me how to move, how to rock my hips, bounce my ass, play with his cock. It was long and if I sat all the way up it made me moan as it pushed against my cervix. It felt so, so good. Did I cum? Yes, a couple of times.


We cuddled some more, it was morning now. We teased and kissed, but didn't leave the bed. I think about an hour passed, and we had sex again. I came more and more. We learned about each other's bodies, what we liked. My whole world changed - sex was finally fun, exciting, extremely pleasurable.


I don't remember the rest of the details. I remember more cuddling, more sex, never sleeping. We drifted out of the room at about 5p for food - finally. We'd spent all day in bed, fucking, making out, cuddling, talking.


It was a good first night.

The first night Pt1

Was I nervous? Not really. We had skyped - and by skyped I mean masturbated to each other, gotten each other off, seen each other naked... heck I even let him watch me shower a couple of times. So what was left? Touching each other, and that did not make me nervous. I was so excited.

He was nervous. He didn't tell me then, but he told me months down the road he was very, very nervous. He took a bus to come see me, and it was a 12 hour bus ride before I met him. I got the bus station early and his bus was late. The parking lot was scary and I'm pretty sure I witnessed either a drug deal or a car get stolen. I tried not to look because I didn't want to get shot. (Hey, it could happen).

So we texted, trying to get some sense of where he was. I told him I was nervous waiting alone, I wanted him there with me. But I was almost giddy excited, too. He replied back I would be fine, and that I better be horny too. I couldn't help but laugh. Silly boy - I hadn't touched myself in 3 or 4 days and I was on a sugar high waiting for him. Horny was not a concern in any means.

Nature called, so I moved from the parking lot to the bus station to wait. For being almost midnight people were everywhere. Finally he said they were pulling in, and I started looking among the sea of people streaming in through doors. And then I saw him. It doesn't matter how many hours we spent on skype, he looked different in 3D. Suddenly I got very shy... me in my new summer dress, showing more skin than I normally do.

I waved, and he found me in the crowd and walked up to me. We both gave a look at the floor, and I asked if he had everything (he did) and we started toward the parking lot. We walked outside, looking away from each other. What was I supposed to do? I hadn't been on a "first date" in... well, never. No, I've never had an official first date (that's another story).  Suddenly I was a little panicked. I had no idea how to act or what to say... and then he grabbed for my hand. It was warm, and strong, and held mine so tightly and securely. I turned and looked at him, and he was smiling at me.

Suddenly I was warm but it wasn't from his hand. I knew we would be OK. We had made no official plans for what the night would bring, we would just let things happen. The walk to the car ended, and soon we were sitting in the front seat, and I reached for his hand again. It felt good to have him there. I turned the car on, chilled from the cool evening. When I turned to look at him, his free hand was on my face, pulling me by the base of my neck in for our first kiss. There was no shyness here, his mouth overwhelmed me. Everything was bigger and stronger than what I had experienced - his tongue was everywhere, and our lips fought for control. When we pulled away, I smiled shyly and he gave me a grin.

We had a several hour drive ahead of us, but it felt like thirty minutes. There was some talking, some periods of shyness, but eventually his hands wandered to my bare legs, pushing up my dress, and then they were on my shoulders, my neck, in my hair, my arms, fingers sliding down the front of my dress, tweaking a nipple, cupping my breasts. I had to tell him to stop, it was too distracting.

We made it to my apartment, it was sometime after 3a, but I wasn't tired at all. Inside, bag and purse were dropped and we were kissing again. It was new, yet completely familiar, completely normal. Like I'd gone a long time without water, but was remembering how good it tasted again. I pulled him toward the bathroom, turned on the shower, and pulled off my dress. Off came his shirt, my bra, his pants, my underwear, his underwear. More kissing.

We moved into the shower, washing away the travel of the day. We couldn't keep our mouths or hands off each other. Hands wandered, and I touched his cock for the first time. It felt incredibly good in my hand. He ran two hands down my body, from my breasts to my pussy. His fingers ran past my clit straight to my vagina. Two fingers slipped in, no problem (which for me was another first). He finger fucked me, and I braced myself against the wall of the shower as his vigorous strokes made me gasp for air.

I pulled his hand out, knelt in front of him, and sucked his cock into his mouth. I knew this was something he wanted. None of his exes had ever liked giving head, some had flat-out refused.  I love sucking cock... but that's another entry for another day. The hot water was running down his back, and I could feel it running down his legs as I ran my hands up and down his legs and butt. I sucked him hard and deep. I gagged myself on his cock over and over... and then I threw up on his feet. (True story). I wiped my mouth off, and went back to sucking him off...  His cock was so much longer than I was used to, I didn't know how to handle it. I ended up vomiting two more times, but I didn't stop, and he didn't stop me. The shower kept running... and soon the water was not hot but warm, and I sucked and licked away. His legs trembled, and the water ran cool. I sucked as hard as I could, when the water finally became cold we turned off the water.

He hadn't cum yet. I wasn't sure what was missing, that was the longest BJ I'd ever given. not two seconds after the water was off, he pulled me up, kissed my cheek, and told me not to feel bad - he had never cum from a BJ before. (Challenge: accepted). I rinsed my mouth, and we barely dried off, and ran to the bedroom.

Sunday morning ritual and a bit more pt2

Part 2
If you haven't read part one, you can catch up here. 

    We are cuddling, laying facing the foot of the bed with our feet on the pillows, collapsed in a pile together from sex. I don't remember what we talked about. I know he wanted to get me out of bed to start the day, but I was feeling lazy. And still a little horny... I wanted to play with the bullet vibe on my clit. 

Pandora vibe - from Babeland

     So I flipped around and reached for my bullet vibe and handed him the control. I love to control the placement while he controls the vibrations. I never get off as good as when we pair up like that... I have only limited control -- he actually controls when I cum. And he loves to torture me until I'm crying for release.  But today was not meant to be. The vibe would not turn on. We fiddled with it, replaced the batteries, and nothing. To say I was frustrated is an understatement. I just received this vibe on Friday, two days ago, and had received the most incredible orgasm from it then. I don't have anything that comes remotely close to it. I laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do. He handed me something I wasn't expecting - his prostate massage vibe. I think he could see the disbelief on my face. "Just try it," he encouraged. Well, why not? I hadn't used it on myself. I knew it was completely sanitized from his last use of it - and it is made from silicone. So I turned it one and started using it.
     It doesn't replace the bullet vibe, but it was OK. If anything, the 7 different vibration options offered some good sensations. What was the hardest for me was trying to figure out what was comfortable - this toy has an odd shape to it (it wasn't made for a clit, after all!) but once I curved it around my clit, I found some very satisfying vibrations. The BF could tell it wasn't giving me quite the vibrations that I wanted, so he started running his hands up and down my body, from breasts or neck to hips, pussy, or thighs depending on his route of choice. Occasionally he would stop and brush my nipples or give them a tweak, but what really got me going (and does get me going every time) is his fingers brushing the outside of my pussy lips or my hand that is on my clit - its the biggest tease he can ever do and it drives me fucking wild with desire and pleasure. After driving me crazy for a bit, he ignored my pussy, making it worse for me. Now I needed his hand to tease me if I was going to get off, and he knew it. I waited and waited, cycling through the vibe cycles. Sometimes he would press down on the edge and wiggle it against my clit - boosting my pleasure and making me squeeze my eyes shut with pleasure, but he wouldn't touch me and that's what I really, deeply wanted.
     The vibe felt good, and as the BF started to play with my breasts, almost massaging them, I started getting flashes of sensual massage, where the masseuse covers you in oil and massages your whole body and ends up focusing on massaging your 'yoni' until you get off. But I wanted HIS fingers down there, playing with me. Fingers are so incredibly sexy and I get off just thinking about fingers on me, in me.  I started picture him massaging me that way, filling my pussy with two fingers while he massaged my clit with this vibe where it was just enough to keep me on edge without spilling over into orgasm.
     Suddenly, his fingers are in my entrance, rapidly moving back and forth and I can hear my lips and wetness moving so fast against his fingers. I explode in orgasm almost instantly, and keep riding the waves as pleasure as he keeps going, and I'm hit with orgasm number two almost as soon as the first is done. I remove the vibe, and the BF pulls away his fingers, and I rest my head against him.

     We cuddle some more. I like to hold/be held after a good clit orgasm, and he happily obliges me for a few minutes. Or twenty, I'm not sure. I do know almost an hour and a half has passed since we first woke up. He wants to start the day and after all this cuddling I'm ready. As I go to get out of bed, I am on my stomach and I push my ass up in the air to really make it big for him. His reaction was beyond perfect: "OOooooh! You can't do that!!!  You're so so naughty!" but as he says this, he's biting his lip and scooting over to my side of the bed. I play innocent.
     "Do what? This?" And I stick it back up for him.
     "No, you can't do that. You'll get me horny again."  This doesn't sound bad to me, and I have a feeling he's already there. He's now sitting cross-legged next to me, I sit up and look at him.
     "Now what?" I ask. I look at his dick which is sitting on his foot. Its not hard.
     "Now I'm horny again. You're too sexy." And he starts jacking off his dick. I lay back down on my stomach, and push my ass into the air for him again. He reaches out with his free hand and starts rubbing it, one cheek than the other. He's playing with that fleshy part where it meats my thighs and making it jiggle in his fingers. "Ohh baby I love your ass!" he semi-whispers to me. Now I'm flexing my butt up and down, then wiggling my butt, flexing it up and down as he's watching it move for him. I can hear his hand speeding along on his dick.
     I flex my legs and pull my feet up, soles near his face. He takes them and starts kissing them to his face. I start flexing and pointing them and he's gasping at the sight of them. He's running his fingers in the gaps when I flex and then kissing them scrunched together. I keep doing this, but then I start scrunching them fully on his face. I can't see what I'm doing, but it feels like I'm doing it on his mouth/chin area and then I feel his tongue darting in, licking at my toes so I know I've hit the spot. His groans are getting louder and there's nothing in the world but a mix of toes and lips and tongue for both of us. I hear him start to cum, the moans getting louder and longer with a final flurry of jacking off movements. I let my feet drop, sit up, and kiss him. We tell each other "I love you" and head off to face the day.