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?
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Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
And then a sweet ending of the night
Note: This is part 3 of a 3 part series of one night of sex together. Read parts one and two to find out the start of the story.
He moved between my legs, and slid his cock into me. It was rock hard, harder than it had been during the BJ I'd given him earlier. My pussy is very warm with my cum, and his face reflects the pleasure of my pussy surrounding him. He feels huge in me, bigger than normal. I ask why, and all he does is kiss my lips. We look into each other's eyes and share the look. Its intense, and my emotions are still running high.
He fucks me slowly, his hands cradling my head as he often does. He calls me his beautiful. His hands wander down to my ass and thighs and he calls me beautiful. All I can do is smile, and hold myself to him. I feel years of pain healing in me. Balm of love spread over my pain. I kiss his neck and shoulder and then he kisses mine. He traces light soft kisses on my nipples and over my breasts. I run my fingers through his hair, watching him trace his love on me.
But his penis is filling me up, almost too much. I was a little sore from the very hard fuck he gave me that morning and the other one right when I was home from work. My pussy was sore and his rock hard dick was hurting and pleasing me at the same time. I lifted my legs back to let him in me more, holding my ankles in the air for him. He grinned as he saw my feet up in the air above his shoulders.
It was slow and sweet and all it took was some fast thrusting for me to cum again on him. He held onto my hips as I came shuddering.
He surprised me, and pulled out, climbing down and eating my pussy once again. Fingers in me, fingers on my clit, tongue on my clit, tongue wandering around me. I was calling his name and telling him I loved him over and over. I jerked his dick while I could think about it as he ate me out... he smelled me more and more. Then I would realize I had stopped for however long from the pleasure he was giving me. I came very hard again and he ended with a strong suck on my clit.
I laid still, my moans still coming for a few minutes after he finished me. I felt good everywhere.
I turned to look at him. He was laying on his back, hard straight dick waiting for me. He wanted to be jacked off, would I please do it? Of course... I wanted to do nothing more.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and laid my head on his chest, kissing him as I jacked him off. His dick was so hard and big I kept losing my grip - my fingers wouldn't fit all the way around the base like they normally do! I jacked him off then sat up and began working him with two hands. I massaged pumped his dick. I put pressure on his head as I massaged it, never removing my hand while the other jacked off the base. Then I used both hands to twist on his dick in opposite directions.
It was so hard my fingers started to hurt from squeezing him, but he wanted nothing more than a tight grip tonight. His eyes were shut so tight and his whole body was tensed. His pecs were defined, his arms tense. I looked at his legs and his calf muscles were evident from flexed legs. His pelvis was so far up he was hardly touching the bed with his butt.
And I jacked him off, told him I loved him, I loved his dick. I loved how hard it got for me. He was barely making any noise. His breathing cut in and out he got closer to orgasm, and then I would pull away, prolonging his pleasure, making it last. I played and played with him and his body stayed tense.
I jacked him off by moving my hands in half circles in opposite directions while slightly moving up and down his long cock. Squeezed him hard and moved fast, jacking off his dick as hard as I could.
He came with a long, low, almost-growl. His pelvis shifted up and he did a half sit-up to watch his dick in orgasm. More cum than I expected spilled from his cock and drizzled down my fingers.
I washed the lube from my hands, and he held me as we drifted to sleep.
He moved between my legs, and slid his cock into me. It was rock hard, harder than it had been during the BJ I'd given him earlier. My pussy is very warm with my cum, and his face reflects the pleasure of my pussy surrounding him. He feels huge in me, bigger than normal. I ask why, and all he does is kiss my lips. We look into each other's eyes and share the look. Its intense, and my emotions are still running high.
He fucks me slowly, his hands cradling my head as he often does. He calls me his beautiful. His hands wander down to my ass and thighs and he calls me beautiful. All I can do is smile, and hold myself to him. I feel years of pain healing in me. Balm of love spread over my pain. I kiss his neck and shoulder and then he kisses mine. He traces light soft kisses on my nipples and over my breasts. I run my fingers through his hair, watching him trace his love on me.
But his penis is filling me up, almost too much. I was a little sore from the very hard fuck he gave me that morning and the other one right when I was home from work. My pussy was sore and his rock hard dick was hurting and pleasing me at the same time. I lifted my legs back to let him in me more, holding my ankles in the air for him. He grinned as he saw my feet up in the air above his shoulders.
It was slow and sweet and all it took was some fast thrusting for me to cum again on him. He held onto my hips as I came shuddering.
He surprised me, and pulled out, climbing down and eating my pussy once again. Fingers in me, fingers on my clit, tongue on my clit, tongue wandering around me. I was calling his name and telling him I loved him over and over. I jerked his dick while I could think about it as he ate me out... he smelled me more and more. Then I would realize I had stopped for however long from the pleasure he was giving me. I came very hard again and he ended with a strong suck on my clit.
I laid still, my moans still coming for a few minutes after he finished me. I felt good everywhere.
I turned to look at him. He was laying on his back, hard straight dick waiting for me. He wanted to be jacked off, would I please do it? Of course... I wanted to do nothing more.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and laid my head on his chest, kissing him as I jacked him off. His dick was so hard and big I kept losing my grip - my fingers wouldn't fit all the way around the base like they normally do! I jacked him off then sat up and began working him with two hands. I massaged pumped his dick. I put pressure on his head as I massaged it, never removing my hand while the other jacked off the base. Then I used both hands to twist on his dick in opposite directions.
It was so hard my fingers started to hurt from squeezing him, but he wanted nothing more than a tight grip tonight. His eyes were shut so tight and his whole body was tensed. His pecs were defined, his arms tense. I looked at his legs and his calf muscles were evident from flexed legs. His pelvis was so far up he was hardly touching the bed with his butt.
And I jacked him off, told him I loved him, I loved his dick. I loved how hard it got for me. He was barely making any noise. His breathing cut in and out he got closer to orgasm, and then I would pull away, prolonging his pleasure, making it last. I played and played with him and his body stayed tense.
I jacked him off by moving my hands in half circles in opposite directions while slightly moving up and down his long cock. Squeezed him hard and moved fast, jacking off his dick as hard as I could.
He came with a long, low, almost-growl. His pelvis shifted up and he did a half sit-up to watch his dick in orgasm. More cum than I expected spilled from his cock and drizzled down my fingers.
I washed the lube from my hands, and he held me as we drifted to sleep.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
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 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.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Formspring Friday: Problems orgasming during sex
Q. Hello... I have trouble having an orgasm through having sex, and oral. I use vibrators a lot in my spare time and wondered if there was a way I could get my orgasms back through having sex... any suggestions?
First things first - if you don't cum through penetrative sex, you are 100% normal and this is WAY more common than being able to cum from penis-in-vagina sex. Most women will never cum from vaginal penetration alone. (Are you listening - male partners of the world?) So if its not happening, don't be surprised and don't feel bad! Be honest if you can't cum this way - your partner needs to know how to make you cum. You know your body best, so be straightforward. There's nothing wrong with a little tutorial in giving a good handjob or how to use a vibrator on you. There's no reason why you can't have an orgasm with a partner, but its up to you to communicate what works for you.
From the last part of your question it sounds like you used to cum through vaginal penetration, but are unable to do so now. You do cum through vibration - I'm assuming on your clit or a combo of vaginal/clit stimulation. So you know how to make yourself cum - now its getting you to cum with a partner, preferably while having penetrative sex with your partner. Perhaps you need to add some clitoral stimulation to sex. This can be done with fingers or sex toys.
Positions: If you're in missionary, he can reach down and place a hand to help grind against you. You can use a cock ring with a vibrating bullet to stimulate you while he thrusts or grinds. You can also use a larger toy like a bullet vibe, finger vibe, or handheld vibe to hit the right spot. You can reach your own hand down to masturbate yourself while he's fucking you. Your partner can also shift their position on you so he/she is higher up on your pelvis and could possibly grind against your clit (this works wonders on me, personally).
One of the best positions is cowgirl, where you sit on top and ride him. You control the angle and the amount of penetration. This is the best position to get your clit involved - or have a toy positioned to ride against it. You can also try doggy style with a cock ring flipped around and aimed at your clit. Your partner can reach around you to manually rub your clit while you're being fucked.
Now let's talk about oral sex. Not everyone can cum from oral sex. (If this surprises you, that's OK!) Oral sex is highly sensual and arousing - but it may not offer enough stimulation to cum from it. Maybe your partner just needs some tips - and that's ok. Here are a couple of links that give some great advice. First, my personal favorite (and the best advice I've ever seen on the subject) and then some tips from the blogging world from real-life people, and another, more basic approach.
Some women require stronger, more direct stimulation on their clit in order to cum. My advice then: try adding some fingers to the mix to stimulate your clit or vagina or both. Use a vibrator or dildo in your vagina while your partner goes down on you. Its your body and you'll know what's getting you there or not. If you still can't orgasm - they enjoy it still! It will still be wonderful and incredible and highly erotic. When you want to orgasm, have your partner switch to a toy or technique that will get you there.
So what if none of this works - then incorporate your current toys that do work and show your partner how to use them. Explore, try things out, talk, work together on it. After all, practice makes perfect.
Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.
First things first - if you don't cum through penetrative sex, you are 100% normal and this is WAY more common than being able to cum from penis-in-vagina sex. Most women will never cum from vaginal penetration alone. (Are you listening - male partners of the world?) So if its not happening, don't be surprised and don't feel bad! Be honest if you can't cum this way - your partner needs to know how to make you cum. You know your body best, so be straightforward. There's nothing wrong with a little tutorial in giving a good handjob or how to use a vibrator on you. There's no reason why you can't have an orgasm with a partner, but its up to you to communicate what works for you.
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| This position + toy on your clit would be good to try |
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| Clit + dick = awesome |
One of the best positions is cowgirl, where you sit on top and ride him. You control the angle and the amount of penetration. This is the best position to get your clit involved - or have a toy positioned to ride against it. You can also try doggy style with a cock ring flipped around and aimed at your clit. Your partner can reach around you to manually rub your clit while you're being fucked.
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| Great way to please you both! |
Now let's talk about oral sex. Not everyone can cum from oral sex. (If this surprises you, that's OK!) Oral sex is highly sensual and arousing - but it may not offer enough stimulation to cum from it. Maybe your partner just needs some tips - and that's ok. Here are a couple of links that give some great advice. First, my personal favorite (and the best advice I've ever seen on the subject) and then some tips from the blogging world from real-life people, and another, more basic approach.
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| Eye contact - wonderful. |
So what if none of this works - then incorporate your current toys that do work and show your partner how to use them. Explore, try things out, talk, work together on it. After all, practice makes perfect.
Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
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.
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.
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.
Friday, March 30, 2012
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.
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.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Sunday morning thighs
Oh Sunday morning, we always sleep in. I normally wake up first and wake him up with cuddling and kisses. This morning I trailed kisses from his shoulder to just behind his ear and back again while holding him as the little spoon. He woke up smiling and told me he loved morning kisses.
A few minutes later, he sat up in bed and said he was up, it was my turn. I cuddled into my blankets and said that I was horny. His glasses came off, and he teased me, asking what did I expect to happen, since he didn't know? I played innocent, turning the question back around.
He answered by pushing me onto my back, and kissing me as he laid in between my open legs. He was already hard... he skipped all foreplay, just sticking his dick in me a little. Short, shallow strokes. He said I wasn't nearly as wet as I normally am for being horny, I told him it obviously wasn't a problem because right after his complaint he slid it in the rest of the way, and I could feel my wetness surrounding his dick and wetting the entrance of my vagina. He smiled, and kissed me again.
After some strokes, he sat up and leaned back, and started thumbing my clit with his thumb, turning it in wide circles. He kept his dick in me, just sitting while he played with him. My legs were resting over his, and he rubbed my inner thighs with his free hand. "Mmmm sexy thighs" he murmured to me as I moaned in pleasure. He moved his dick slightly, pushing it in more, keeping up the circles on my clit. Then before I wanted he dropped back down and started fucking me again, then pulled his dick out to clit fuck me. Back and forth, he went on this, teasing me both ways. His dick was thrusting on my pussy lips and swollen clit, almost beating them up with his hardness but in a very pleasurable way.
Back up he sat, and his started turning circles with my clit. My orgasm was building, but elusive this morning. Without the foreplay my build is always very long... and he knows this. "Cum for me," he asked, or commanded. It was really both. I wanted to, but couldn't yet. I flexed my hips against him, moaning. He used other fingers to play with me, then clit fucked me while sitting up. So many changes in rhythm I could hardly keep up. "I want you to cum all over me," he commanded again.
Then he used his index finger to finger my clit in very fast diagonal strokes, from above left to bottom right, hitting the most sensitive part in the middle. Fast, and fast, my hands were gripping the pillows next to my head. I came slowly, the orgasm taking forever to reach its peak while he kept going, and going. Then he switched back to his thumb and I kept cumming, pulling my legs in toward his hand.
And then he was fucking me before my brain could catch up with reality. Hard, fast, almost rough thrusts. The kind that make you lose some of your breath because the dick is there, then not, and when its there its so fast you can barely register it. All I could register was the sound of his hips and legs banging into my thighs and hips. It was obscenely loud.
He changed to shallow thrusts, teasing himself, his hands not on my shoulders for the rapid thrusts but now on my thighs reaching slightly back to my ass. He repositioned to be further up on my pelvis, and started thrusting, slowly at first and then faster as I encouraged, feeling another orgasm building. I came quickly and gripped his back while he continued fucking me. "Oohh my baby's cumming again, isn't she?" he said as I tried not to deafen him with my scream of pleasure.
When I relaxed, he sat up again and pulled my legs not out but straight up and together in front of him. He pulled out, and reached for the lube. I looked at him, not understanding - I was so wet from cumming, why did we need lube? Then he pulled my legs apart and rubbed lube on my inner thighs, just a few inches above my pussy where my thighs are pretty fleshy. He added more lube to his cock, moaning at the pleasure of just him rubbing it.
Then he squeezed my legs tight, hold them at the ankles near his face. He started fucking my thighs, his penis ram-rod straight between my legs. I squeezed them tighter around him and he gripped my bound feet to his face, blocking it from my view. He kissed one of the soles of my feet, then just held them to his face, breathing heavily as he fucked.
I told him how sexy I thought it was, him fucking and getting off to my thighs. He kissed my feet again and buried his face him them, one hand pushing my feet into his face, the other gripped one of my thighs for leverage as he thrusted away. As he came his whole body shook, twitching from the sensation of being surrounded by my flesh.
He released my feet, and I let my legs fall wide. He wiped his cum from my legs, and followed me to the shower. My thighs were wet from lube and cum, my whole pussy wet from my cum. Happy Sunday morning to us.
A few minutes later, he sat up in bed and said he was up, it was my turn. I cuddled into my blankets and said that I was horny. His glasses came off, and he teased me, asking what did I expect to happen, since he didn't know? I played innocent, turning the question back around.
He answered by pushing me onto my back, and kissing me as he laid in between my open legs. He was already hard... he skipped all foreplay, just sticking his dick in me a little. Short, shallow strokes. He said I wasn't nearly as wet as I normally am for being horny, I told him it obviously wasn't a problem because right after his complaint he slid it in the rest of the way, and I could feel my wetness surrounding his dick and wetting the entrance of my vagina. He smiled, and kissed me again.
After some strokes, he sat up and leaned back, and started thumbing my clit with his thumb, turning it in wide circles. He kept his dick in me, just sitting while he played with him. My legs were resting over his, and he rubbed my inner thighs with his free hand. "Mmmm sexy thighs" he murmured to me as I moaned in pleasure. He moved his dick slightly, pushing it in more, keeping up the circles on my clit. Then before I wanted he dropped back down and started fucking me again, then pulled his dick out to clit fuck me. Back and forth, he went on this, teasing me both ways. His dick was thrusting on my pussy lips and swollen clit, almost beating them up with his hardness but in a very pleasurable way.
Back up he sat, and his started turning circles with my clit. My orgasm was building, but elusive this morning. Without the foreplay my build is always very long... and he knows this. "Cum for me," he asked, or commanded. It was really both. I wanted to, but couldn't yet. I flexed my hips against him, moaning. He used other fingers to play with me, then clit fucked me while sitting up. So many changes in rhythm I could hardly keep up. "I want you to cum all over me," he commanded again.
Then he used his index finger to finger my clit in very fast diagonal strokes, from above left to bottom right, hitting the most sensitive part in the middle. Fast, and fast, my hands were gripping the pillows next to my head. I came slowly, the orgasm taking forever to reach its peak while he kept going, and going. Then he switched back to his thumb and I kept cumming, pulling my legs in toward his hand.
And then he was fucking me before my brain could catch up with reality. Hard, fast, almost rough thrusts. The kind that make you lose some of your breath because the dick is there, then not, and when its there its so fast you can barely register it. All I could register was the sound of his hips and legs banging into my thighs and hips. It was obscenely loud.
He changed to shallow thrusts, teasing himself, his hands not on my shoulders for the rapid thrusts but now on my thighs reaching slightly back to my ass. He repositioned to be further up on my pelvis, and started thrusting, slowly at first and then faster as I encouraged, feeling another orgasm building. I came quickly and gripped his back while he continued fucking me. "Oohh my baby's cumming again, isn't she?" he said as I tried not to deafen him with my scream of pleasure.
When I relaxed, he sat up again and pulled my legs not out but straight up and together in front of him. He pulled out, and reached for the lube. I looked at him, not understanding - I was so wet from cumming, why did we need lube? Then he pulled my legs apart and rubbed lube on my inner thighs, just a few inches above my pussy where my thighs are pretty fleshy. He added more lube to his cock, moaning at the pleasure of just him rubbing it.
Then he squeezed my legs tight, hold them at the ankles near his face. He started fucking my thighs, his penis ram-rod straight between my legs. I squeezed them tighter around him and he gripped my bound feet to his face, blocking it from my view. He kissed one of the soles of my feet, then just held them to his face, breathing heavily as he fucked.
I told him how sexy I thought it was, him fucking and getting off to my thighs. He kissed my feet again and buried his face him them, one hand pushing my feet into his face, the other gripped one of my thighs for leverage as he thrusted away. As he came his whole body shook, twitching from the sensation of being surrounded by my flesh.
He released my feet, and I let my legs fall wide. He wiped his cum from my legs, and followed me to the shower. My thighs were wet from lube and cum, my whole pussy wet from my cum. Happy Sunday morning to us.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
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.
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.
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