Slippery Bits

After staying up all night in a sex- and drug-fueled stupor, the following day was about recovery. We never left the villa, but napped all day, with occasional breaks to fuck and/or dive into the pool. I’m slightly proud that after a night of non-stop fucking and complete and total exhaustion, on a day that was supposed to be about complete and total collapse and recovery, we still ended up having sex three times. It took well over a week of this kind of pace, but I’m finally feeling just a bit chafed.

We haven’t found any coconut oil in the markets of Greece, so we’ve been using a tin of olive oil as lube. Somewhere mid-day S said, “My pussy must smell like a salad.” 🙂

There was a lovely bit of fucking in the morning, before coffee was made even. S sucked me for a bit. As she put it, “Your cock was almost limp and tasted just the slightest bit sweet. And you made that delightful little whimpering noise when I pulled the head of your cock into the back of my throat.” From there we rolled into the missionary position and savored the cool morning air blowing over us as we panted and moaned.

Much later in the afternoon we fell into bed and we found a novel way for me to lick S’s pussy. She was on her back with her thighs parted and I knelt at her hip, outside of her thighs. With one hand, my thumb slid into her cunt and my middle finger tickled the rim of her asshole. My mouth was sideways to her slit, so that I could suck her entire clit hood into my mouth. From there I played with a variety of effects: thrusting my thumb in and out, tickling her ass, sucking her clit in and out of my mouth, sliding my mouth top to bottom along the shaft of her clit. When she was aroused enough to start thrashing, I crept up the bed and fed my cock into her mouth. In seconds she brought me to full stiffness, and I swung my thigh over her head and knelt over her face, looking at her feet. She craned her neck to reach my cock and sucked it into her mouth, then reached her arms up to my hips and pulled me closer. From above, I started fucking her throat, and very soon hooked two fingers into her cunt. For several strokes, I used her cunt as a handle to rock her entire body back and forth, which resulted in rocking her throat up and down my cock head. Very soon thereafter she planted her feet solidly on the bed and raised her hips to the sky, and I tugged on her cunt even harder. Eventually she collapsed onto the bed and I fucked her throat roughly, savagely, pushing until I could hear her choke and sputter for air, and then I pulled back and let her gasp while she rubbed her saliva-streaked face over the underside of my dangling ballsack. After three or more rounds of that, I stood and moved between her legs, mounting her spread thighs. I plunged in deep, eliciting an explosive grunt from S. Then… I noticed a trace of blood on my thigh. Surprised, I pulled back and saw slight traces of blood on my cock as well.

I stopped in surprise and told S. Her eyes jolted open, and then settled immediately. “It’s just a nose bleed. I’m sorry; it happens sometimes.” We went into the bathroom to look further, and she then said, “No… I think it’s back in my throat.” She turned to me with a grin and said proudly, “You fucked my throat so hard you made it bleed.” I suspect she’ll tease me with that again some day. Probably repeatedly.

Once we determined the blood flow was very small, I suggested we venture outside to the pool; if blood dripped there, at least it wouldn’t stain the sheets. 🙂

I laid back on a lounge chair, my ass at the very foot of the chair. S stood between my legs, facing away, and backed her ass down and back onto my jutting cock. She happily bounced in that position for several minutes, as we listened to the water splashing in the pool and felt the warming sun on our backs. After several minutes of that, I stood up and had S bend over and plant her hands on the foot of the lounge chair. With her bent over, ass raised in the air, I stepped forward and fucked her from behind, digging my fingers into her hips and fucking with abandon. Her cries rang through the olive groves and in a few more minutes and several orgasms later, I reached my own shaking, tremorous climax. Standing up, lightheaded from the exertion and deliriously buzzed from my orgasm, I fell sideways into the deliciously cool pool.

After I surfaced, S took some time posing me in the pool and taking a number of photos of me and my still mostly erect cock.

At 8 pm, we decided to do drugs in Greece! We both took an X, pretty immediately followed by some epic pussy licking and fucking. Following that we had the sort of long, emotionally naked conversation that X seems to encourage, followed by yet more fucking. Around 1 am we decided to double down; S took another X and I had a ci18. We proceeded to stay up until dawn, licking, fingering, fucking, and talking until the sun rose. Exhausting, but so delightful.

If it has felt like an awful lot of the recent sex has leaned heavily on adjectives like “hard” and “fast”… yeah, me too. Which isn’t bad exactly, but… variety is the spice of life. We were due for a change.

Mid-morning found us lying on white sheets, in a white room, looking past billowing white linen curtains, past a Venetian balcony to the turquoise Ionian sea. We were rested, relaxed, and in high spirits. I laid back in the center of the bed, hands folded behind my head, enjoying the slight breeze blowing in from the balcony. S knelt on all fours and brought her mouth to mine for several long, lingering kisses. She moved to my neck where she nuzzled, kissed, and sucked gently. She brushed her face back and forth across my chest, dragging through my chest hair, quite like a cat marking her territory with the scent glands of her cheeks. She kissed her way down my belly, slowly, patiently, before finally reaching my cock. She thoroughly covered the head of my cock with kisses, then used her tongue to draw long lines from the base of my cock to its crown, slowly wetting my entire shaft. Finally, at long last, she took my cock into her mouth and eased down until her lips encircled the base. She has the most challenges swallowing my entire length when she is in that position, facing me, but I swear she is getting better at it with every day. After a little pushing and adjusting of angle, my swollen cock head finally eased into her throat and I could feel her little hum of satisfaction once she had it lodged there. Once there, she did not let it free, but just bobbed very slightly, seeing if there was even a little more depth she could achieve. She hovered like this for a seeming eternity, until she finally had to release me so she could breath again, and while she drew in fresh air she started brushing her face against my tight testicles, and finally lapping freely at my ball sack. She alternated back and forth, sucking my cock deeply and enthusiastically until she was choking for air, then breathing while she licked and nuzzled and my balls and the sensitive patch of skin below them.

After a little lapping there, she moved lower still and began licking around the rim of my asshole. When it became apparent that she was enthusiastic about continuing, we shifted positions; I rolled onto all fours, straddling a couple of pillows and raised my ass into the air. S knelt behind me and began rimming my asshole with abandon. When I’m in the right mood, getting rimmed can drive me right out of my mind, and this was one of those times. My head swam in a haze of lust and stimulation, and so you’ll forgive me if I’m a little unclear on the details. I remember she lubed one hand and massaged my cock back and forth while she drilled my asshole with her tongue. I vaguely recall babbling incoherently; I’m sure I called her my “dirty slut” and “filthy, dirty little girl” more than a couple of times. My cock throbbed in her hand, pulsing harder and bigger than usual. I can’t even tell you with any confidence how long it lasted, but I can say I loved every second.

After a while, S was ready for a change of position. At first she thought she might slide her head under my hips so I could fuck her throat from on top, but she soon abandoned that. Instead I laid on my back, she moved her knees much closer to my head to face my feet, and returned to sucking my cock. This is the position that is easiest for her to get the full depth of my cock in her, and she didn’t hesitate to take full advantage of it, swallowing me to the very root. Sometimes I wonder how much more she could take in, but I’ll never know from direct experience, because in this pose she takes everything I can give her and then some. I decided to raise the stakes in one of the only ways I knew how. I asked her to let me reposition a bit; I scooted down on the bed, with my head about a third of the way from the headboard, and propped my head on a firm pillow. I gestured for her to resume, and pulled her hips so that she was fully on top of me, in the classic 69 position. As she returned to sucking my cock, I tasted her pussy and was delighted to find it delightfully wet, dripping, thick sticky strands of her own arousal smearing around my face and filling my nose with her rich, earthy musk. However, I have to tell you this was all for my own selfish pleasure; S is largely unaware of me sucking her pussy when she is focused on my cock. This isn’t a complaint; I love the taste of her cunt and enjoy having my face buried in it all for my own sensual pleasure. But oh yes, right. I had engineering this position to give her a little more challenge. I slid my hands down to her hips and found a good grip on her pelvis. I began to push upwards, lifting her hips skyward; she felt what I was doing and held her legs in a rigid arc above her. We’ve played with this bit of pornographic acro-yoga before, and the resulting pose looked for all the world like she is making a swan dive onto my cock, supported by nothing more than her hands on the bed, my hands on her hips, and on her mouth on my cock. As I held her aloft, she started doing small pushups with her arms, raising and lowering her throat on my cock, each time pushing the barest additional fraction of my cock into her throat. Every time I think I’m going to push this girl’s limits, she stuns me by going even further! Some day, I must find a photographer to document this self-taught trick.

I lowered S back to horizontal, and rolled her off and and onto the bed. She grinned at me and wiped the smear of saliva from her cheek with the back of her hand. I rose to my knees and she moved into position to get fucked. As I got into position, I feigned giving her a stern lecture. “Okay now, we’ve had enough of aggressive fucking for a bit. I’m going to take my time and I don’t want to hear any whining about it. I might tease you with slow and shallow, I might keep a glacial pace, and I don’t want any of your begging for the hard pounding that gets you off. You are mine to do with what I will, and you’re going to take whatever I care to give you.” She lowered her eyes and meekly said, “Yes sir. I love all the ways you fuck me. I promise to be good.” With that settled, I slid into her, slick like quicksilver from the ropey strands of saliva from deep in her throat and her own drooling pussy juices. And true to my word, I went slow. I can’t pretend to recreate all of the tricks and variations I pursued, but this one stands out in detail. At one point I pulled out all the way until my cock was only barely nestled between her lips and narrated the slow gradual stroke of settling back into place. “There, can you feel just the head of my cock bumping at the opening of your cunt? Just nudging, slowly, gently. Tap, tap, and there the head is just starting to nudge its way in. Can you feel how your lips are pushed apart, how the tight ring of your cunt mouth stretches as the wide part slides into place. A little more, a little more, ahh, and there you go, just the head of my cock is now edged in the tight ring of your cunt. If I flex it, can you feel it pulse and swell? Can you feel how it throbs against you? Mmm, let’s slide just the tiniest bit forward, and now you can feel just the top of my shaft. Mmm, that snug little ring of muscle clamps down tighter, tries to milk my shaft. You’re eager to pull it inside aren’t you?” She whimpers pitifully and I can feel her nails on the cheeks of my ass. “Poor dear, patience. I’ll ease a little deeper, just the tiniest bit. A little more, can you feel it? Does it feel deeper? Don’t worry, there’s more. We’re not done yet. You can’t even feel the brush of my pubic hair yet, can you? Just a little more, the barest bit. Ahh, I can feel where the head of my cock is just starting to nudge your g-spot. You like that, don’t you? I can feel your hips trembling. Don’t worry, you’ll get everything you want soon enough. Just a tiny bit more.” About this point was where she began grunting from feeling the slow grind of my fat cock head against her g-spot. “The tiniest bit more… and then a little more besides… here, let me rock in place, just a little for you.” At that, I started the barest thrusting, tiny little quarter-inch motions, designed to rub her g-spot in a way that drives her out of her mind and pushes her to orgasm with near certainty. I knew she wanted it even harder and faster than I could imagine delivering, and I also knew that the longer I made her wait the harder the orgasm would be. Steady as a metronome, I maintained my pace of tiny little thrusts, feeling her build, and build and… Just as her climax broke I slammed home the remaining half inch and started driving hard, giving her that epic released she has so patiently awaited. The dear girl didn’t even whine once, and I was determined to reward her for it.

After that massive crashing orgasm, driving her to others took very little effort at all. With some angles, I could just drive especially hard and deep, let her grind against me, and she would climax again just from the involuntary spasming twitch of her hips from the previous crescendo. Once or twice I pulled back and teased her with a flurry of fast shallow strokes before making her moan in appreciation with that full-shaft drop of my body weight onto her.

I had really planned to drag the fucking out even longer than this, but at a certain point I began to feel that growing, rolling boil in my balls and I gave into it with abandon. To the sounds of S’s cries echoing around the room and finally chased my own release in an entirely selfish fashion and reached a powerful orgasm at full speed. We both fell back to the bed, huffing and moaning, and stared out at the deep blue bay from the wide open balcony doors.

Later, in the afternoon, we were playing tourist, exploring an ancient fortress and took advantage of relative privacy to take some nude photos of S behind an iron barred door.

And later still, making the return drive to the villa I spent a bit of time paying with S’s bare pussy, rewarding her for wearing no panties. I will note that this is more challenging with a stick shift, in a land with a great deal of twisty, turny, hilly roads.

Dear reader, I must ask your indulgence. (If there are any readers. Leave a comment if you’re reading, this, will ya?!) I’m reaching a stage where writing so much purple prose about the fucking is taking away time from actually engaging in the fucking! I’m going to start documenting at least some of the occasions in a rather more cursory fashion. Bummer.

That said, just before falling asleep, I put a pillow under S’s ass and ate her pussy like a man starving. After a few orgasms I transitioned to mostly fingering her, which I did rather roughly, for quite some time. In the midst of it, she twisted and convulsed hard enough that she ended up half on the bedside table and knocked over an open water bottle. We got her repositioned and I fingered her even more before finally settling on top of her for a good, rollicking fuck.

Hours later in the pitch black morning, I awoke with a glorious erection, very quietly coated it in olive oil, and slipped my erection into her from behind while she slept. A delightful spooning fuck ensued, with a delightful finish in the missionary position.

In the midmorning, my attention was drawn to the sectional sofa in the living room of the villa. The back of the sofa was fairly low, entirely flat, about ten inches wide, and had no arm on one end. A bit of inspiration struck me, and I wasted no time acting on it. I took off my shorts and underwear, and fully unbuttoned my shirt. I sprawled back on the sofa, legs spread wide and called out to S, “C’mere.” She came to me with a big smile on her face, and with no direction whatsoever dropped to her knees and started suckling my limp cock.

Note: S has become extraordinarily good at deep throating me, and regularly exceeds my expectations for how long she can hold her breath while doing it. Despite that, there’s something I passionately adore when she starts while my cock is completely flaccid. There is an overwhelming feeling, her tongue washing over my entire shaft at once, that just drives me out of my mind. The only sadness is that it is entirely self-limiting, since it feels so good that my cock never stays limp very long.

In very little time, S had motivated my cock to full attention and I was ready to thank her for it. I helped her stand, she tugged down her underwear, and I guided her to lie on her belly, straddling the flat back of the sofa, one leg on the floor and the other leg on the seat of the sofa. This positioned her ass at the end of the sofa, where there was no arm to get in the way. I stepped behind her, applied a generous swipe of saliva and pushed my cock into her eager cunt. She moaned loudly and enthusiastically. (She later said, “Well yeah, it had been forever since you had fucked me; practically fifteen hours!”) The height was just about ideal, leaving me free to fuck her with considerable freedom and vigor, and she was able to relax fully on the back of the sofa, meaning her hips and arms were in no danger of tiring. I shoved my cock into her with some force and speed, perhaps more than I’ve ever been able to achieve in a “doggy” position, and S made sure I knew she appreciated it. The only small drawback was that the sofa started sliding across the tile floor, a small scootch with each thrust of my hips. I continued unabated, plowing my hips into her from behind, slowly moving the sofa across the room. We were under a bit of time pressure, anticipating the arrival of the villa rental agent at any moment, and we were in an especially prime location for being caught without warning. I have a fairly strong exhibitionistic streak, but I’m reluctant to inflict that on someone who might not be enthusiastic about watching. So after S had gotten a fair taste of this position and the possibilities it entailed, I took her hand, helped her up, and led her to the bedroom. She laid back on the bed and raised her legs high into the air, and I mounted her and fucked hard and fast. I was still trying to finish this before being interrupted, so there was no teasing, no slow build up, no mixing it up. I drove into her with all due enthusiasm, pushing her to at least one more loud panting orgasm before I drove my own pulsing load into her. For a change, I was the one who hopped up to the bathroom, prepared a steaming hot cloth and brought it to her for a brief bit of cleaning before we dressed again.

There’s a bit of sex furniture that looks rather like a padded, leather sawhorse. Given how well the sofa back worked, I will have to start work on building one when I get home.

Late at night, we spent an hour or more perusing some explicit photos and videos I’ve taken, commenting on what we noticed, aspects we particularly liked, things it reminded us of. Somewhere in the midst of the browsing, I coated the fingers of one hand with olive oil and started idly stroking and playing with S’s clit and labia. When we watched a couple of the longer videos I’d recorded and edited together, I hooked my fingers inside her cunt and rhythmically tugged at her. When we reached the end and the photos were put away, she asked plaintively, “Now will you fuck me?” It might sound rude and even cruel if I tell you that I insisted she suck my cock first. I can only ask that you trust me when I tell you she gets off on it; she rushed to the task with great enthusiasm, sucking me with considerable vigor and abandon. When she paused a few minutes later, not only was my cock proudly rigid, but her cunt was quite wet with her own arousal. After a particularly lengthy spell of taking my cock deep enough into her through to block her breathing, she pulled back, panted in thirsty gulps of air, and begged again, “Please will you fuck me?”

Only a cad would have said no. We changed positions and I mounted her from above, nestling my cock inside her in one smooth glide. After an hour of looking at so much very personal pornography, my libido was also in full flourish and I did not hesitate to give her the rough aggressive fucking she most craves. We’re staying in a new villa now, high in the hills, far more remote, without a neighbor immediately next door, and S made full use of the opportunity to shout her pleasure without restraint. Of course, her cries of pleasure only spurred me to greater efforts, and I reached my own heaving, moaning orgasm in a few brief minutes. Though I had made certain S had reached several of her own robust orgasms, after I fell to the bed panting and reveling in my own afterglow, S asked very quietly, “Are you too tired to put your thumb inside me?” My goodness, she really was worked up. She laid on her side, facing away from me and I slid my thumb into her from behind. The thumb is one of my favorite tools for playing with a girl’s cunt; it is pleasantly thick compared to fingers, rather stronger, and curves just right for rubbing against a g-spot. I took a dozen or so strokes with my thumb straight, just getting everything wet and priming the pump, so to speak. Then I segued to an up-and-down sliding motion, not stroking so much as bumping my thumb against her g-spot, tapping it repeatedly as she began to moan in earnest. Her cries suggested she was right on the precipice of orgasm, I started shamelessly grinding my thumb inside her, and again her screams echoed through the room. I deployed every trick I knew to keep her riding that wave of pleasure, giving her no time to recover, roughly piling one orgasm on top of another. The only sadness is that I suspect her ability to take pleasure it near boundless, outstripping my energy to give it. Eventually I had to call mercy, slowing and easing my attacks, until I finally let me thumb pull free from her, with a slight squelching sucking noise. She gave a final groan and said, “Oh, thank you, sir.” and soon went to the bathroom for the traditional wash cloth.

One of the unbridled joys of this relationship is the total freedom I have been granted to fuck S whenever I like, without a moment’s notice, whenever the whim might strike me. So when I woke again in the last couple of dark hours before dawn and found I had a lovely nocturnal erection, the only question in my mind was whether I cared to expend the energy required to use it. I did. I was on top of her before she was fully awake, nudging my cock head between her lips to gauge her level of ambient lubrication. She felt a little dry, and as she rolled her hips up at me, I asked, “Would you like lube, or should I roughly force my way in?” She put her hands on my hips and pulled, leaving no doubt but her preference to be used hard and rough. So I pushed and battered my way inside. Once upon a time, I would have felt a little guilty about so obviously pursuing my own pleasure. It took me a while to understand that S really got off on being my sexual toy, and longer still to really trust that knowledge. On top of which, we’ve reached a place now where she climaxes with me so easily. I am not certain I could reach my own orgasm without her getting off at least a couple of times, even if I intentionally tried. Which is all a very defensive explanation for how selfishly I fucked her, with no thought but chasing my own pleasure, my own release, using her body for my own almost-masturbatory pleasure. In only a few minutes I grunted and heaved that last thrust of my hips as I delivered a full load of semen inside her, before falling back to the bed panting. She quietly said “Thank you”, and snuggled close to me as she slid back into sleep. Did you get that? She thanked me. For fucks sake, has any man ever been so fortunate?

We arrived back at the villa in the early afternoon, exceedingly hot from our day of exploring, and more than a little mosquito bitten. As soon as we arrived, clothes were kicked off and we plunged into the swimming pool. Once the pool had shocked us out of our heat stupor, we felt considerably more joyous and playful. We hugged in the pool, which led to a friendly suck and pull at one of S’s nipples, which naturally led to a rather more prolonged suckle of her nipples. The last time we had played in the pool, the way that lubrication washed away was a bit of a factor, so one of our subsequent trips to the market included a small jar of petroleum jelly. We quickly trotted inside, applied a generous dollop to our genitals, and re-entered the pool. We started in the same fashion as we had a few days ago: I sat on the top step of the pool, braced my arms behind me and lifted my hips clear of the water. S stepped astride me, guided my cock inside her, and then I settled down so that both of our hips were below the surface. Mindful of the neighbors in the yard next door, we proceeded to fuck as quietly as we could. Typically, the position most often called “cowgirl” does not work very well for us, due to the difference in size and S’s somewhat shorter legs. However, in this pose S had her feet planted on the steps beside me, and could thrust indefinitely in the position because of how much of her body weight the water carried. I thoroughly enjoyed being able to recline back and let S wear herself out fucking me. When she finally tired of that position, I picked her up and carried her across the pool, still with my cock deeply ensconced within her, and backed her into the corner of the deep end of the pool. She placed her hands behind her on the corner rim and I held her under her thighs and fucked her deeply. Again, the general feeling of weightlessness was extraordinary, and the petroleum jelly did very nicely as an underwater lube. The only thing inhibiting us was trying not to shock our next-door neighbors, and the gradually increasing chill of the pool.

Again I picked S up and carried her on my cock back to the steps of the pool, sat her on her ass on the second step and fucked her there for a bit, and then moved her to face the edge of the pool, lifted her thighs up extending behind her and entered her from behind. Through all of the positions she enjoyed a handful of very quiet shuddering orgasms before she said she was simply too cold to continue. We rushed into the house, took the coverlet from the bed and fucked very enthusiastically, leaving a variety of wet spots on the bed, some from pool water, some not so much.

Later in the afternoon I walked out to the pool where S was sunning herself on the over-stuffed red lounge cushion, fully facing the sun, knees spread, vulva bare, eyes closed peacefully, earbuds inserted and humming. I knelt between her spread legs and sucked her clit hood unto my mouth and started lapping it with my tongue. Her eyes shot open in shock and then her mouth spread in a blissful smile, she closed her eyes again and softly swore, “Oh jesus”. I gave her a good fifteen seconds before I stood up again. “Hello, love. Can I get you anything? A fresh drink?”

Perhaps another hour later I was reclined on a lounge chair, reading, when S passed by my chair, her tanned hips right at eye level. I grinned up at her. “Care to step across my chair for another taste?” She returned my grin, swung her leg over and stepped forward until her spread lips found my mouth. Again, I gave her a very brief but loving tongue bath, perhaps 30 seconds before I tapped her hips as a signal to let me breathe.

Later still, S was face down on her red cushion, ass proudly lifted in the air. I stepped behind her and plunged my tongue into her puckered asshole and lapped, while one hand reached under her to stroke her clit. Again, this lasted maybe 30 seconds, just enough to keep her perpetually aroused and to remind her how incredibly sexy I find her. She seems to appreciate the reminders. 🙂

And that ended up being the end of our day, sexually. S developed an upset stomach and we found other, less jostling ways to enjoy our evening together.

Five o’clock once again found us back at the villa, basking in the sunshine beside the pool, bareass naked. S stood from her lounge chair and asked if I needed anything. “A cocktail? Or my cock sucked. Either or.” “Why not both?” she asked, “In which order would you prefer?” “Cocktail first. Then I can drink as you’re sucking me.” She grinned and headed inside, returning with cocktails for both of us in her hands. She came to my lounge chair, handed me a drink, sat her own drink on the ground and settled to her knees. “My armpit is ripe as well, if that appeals to you.” Her smiled widened, and she put her face into my pit, inhaled deeply, and gave an appreciative lap. “Do you know, you’re the first boy who has ever let me do this?” she said, before burying her face again. “Am I the first you’ve ever asked?” She pulled back only long enough to say, “Oh no, not at all.” and then returned to underarm. “Considering how ticklish I can be, it’s a little surprising it works for me. But I’m so relaxed, and trust you so much…”, I trailed off. She licked broadly again, and then began pulling her teeth against the soft flesh in that cleft. After a few more seconds, she turned her torso and lowered her head to my crotch. She started bathing my balls with her tongue, kissing, lapping, and lightly suckling. “You keep that up and I’m going to end up on all fours with your tongue in my asshole. Again.” She paused just long enough to say, “Whenever you like” and then plunged her mouth onto my newly erect cock. S has become staggeringly good at deep throating me in a relatively short time, but approaching me from the side is tough and her teeth grazed me more than once. “Hold on”, I instructed, “Lower the back of this lounge chair for me.” She pulled back and lowered the support brace on the chair until it was entirely flat. “Straddle my face now. Give me your cunt to suck.” My goal was two-fold; I love playing with her cunt, but I also knew lying on top of me would put her in a position to swallow my cock with the greatest ease and depth. She swung one leg over the chair, placed her pussy in easy reach of my head, and then lowered her mouth to my standing cock and took it all the way to the base in one move. I wet the thumb of one hand and slid it into her pussy, and licked the index finger of my other hand and started stroking her puckered, brown asshole with it. With the string afternoon sunlight, I had the best possible view of both. At the same time, S continued to deep throat my cock, and occasionally I planted my feet on the lounge and lifted my hips high, driving my cock into the air, lifting her head and torso at the same time, driving my cock just the tiniest bit deeper into her throat. It’s almost a game, where I do my damnedest to choke her with my cock, and she does her best to outlast me and hold deep until my hips tire and I have to drop my hips back to the chair again. We must have played this game a half dozen times, before she finally pulled her mouth off me entirely and breathed heavily.

I pushed her away from me, stood up, and told her to lie face down on the chair. She did, and I straddled her ass, plunging my cock into her pouting cunt lips. “I can hear the neighbors in the yard next door,” I cautioned her, “you’ll have to keep quiet.” And with that I started driving into her aggressively. The setting wasn’t ideal; the chair wasn’t quite wide enough for me to brace my knees outside her legs, and having my legs on the ground beside the chair was awkward for my knees. Eventually I straightened my legs out behind me and hooked my toes against the last slat on the lounge chair. That gave me enough leverage to drive a little extra hard, which S celebrated by squeaking the slightest cry with each push. I kept up that position and pace for as long as I could before my legs tired. “Would you like to move inside or to the pool?” With a complete lack of guile she answered, “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

I took her hand, led her to the pool, and we stepped down a few steps before she turned and placed her hands on the edge of the pool. I moved behind her blossoming ass and slipped my cock home again. Still cognizant of the neighbors, I tried to keep the splashing to a minimum, and so fell into a rhythm of slow, deep fucking, trying my best to bottom out on each stroke. The pace was lovely and I greatly enjoyed the waning sun on my back, but it wasn’t giving either of us the crashing crescendo we craved. I stepped backwards and offered S a hand to stand upright. “Inside.” We picked up our forgotten cocktails, deposited them inside as we passed the table, and proceeded straight to the bedroom. S laid on her back and opened her thighs. I balanced myself into place, bracing myself on forearms and toes, hips bouncing to drop onto her over and over, a heavy slapping of a fuck. In a very few moments, my head swam in a daze and I dropped heavily on her as I spasmed my orgasm into her. Such a welcome release!

Some thirty minutes later (during which I started to write up the above), I saw S sitting outside on the red lunge cushion, eyes closed, basking in the sun, ear buds inserted. With a devilish grin, I was over towards her, As quickly and as smoothly as I could, I stepped in front of her and placed my cock immediately in front of her mouth. She must have noticed something blocking her sun, because she opened her mouth to speak as she opened her eyes, and I drove my mostly flaccid cock into her mouth. Her gasp shifted to a brief choke, but she held her head steady and her mouth open while I fucked her face roughly with my admittedly timid cock. A dozen strokes, then I pulled back and lifted slightly to place my testicles over her nose, the only encouragement she needed to lap at me furiously. When I estimated that she had regained her breath, I returned to fucking her face again. The cycle repeated three or four times before I finally retreated and plopped on the lounge chair next to her. “Aww, that’s all I get?” she pouted with a small smile. Goddamn, I love that girl.

We laid down around 10:30, but it was clear S was still a bit wound up and not quite ready for sleep. “Will you fuck me?” she asked, with a sweet schoolgirl tone. Only a cad would have said no. Rather than rush right into a minimalist sort of performance, I slid a pillow under her upraised hips and laid between her thighs to lick her pussy. I painted her lips wet with my tongue, gently pulling them out and lapping them from top to bottom. Then I slipped my tongue between her lips to see how deeply I could reach inside, a task S assisted with by drawing her legs up high. I have always loved the taste of pussy, but there is a deeper, muskier scent that starts when a woman is well aroused, that comes from deep within, and I was determined to get a taste. Satisfied, I turned to her clit, first taking it into my mouth and playing with the hood, then lightly flicking at it with my tongue, a steady rhythmic pace. I waited for her usual plea, “Please put your finger inside me!” and told her to hush and wait a while longer until I was good and ready. I didn’t make her wait long, but I do so enjoy building some anticipation. I finally gave in and inserted my middle finger into her cunt, finger curved upwards to provide just a bit of pressure on her g-spot. Then I gave the finger just a slight pulse with each little flick of my tongue on her clit. This was the very first way I learned to make her cum, and when we started I had to very carefully follow this procedure for twenty minutes or more to maybe, perhaps, sometimes get her off. These days, it’s rather more effort to avoid making her cum, and I deliberately let my actions be just small enough, just slow enough to drive her a little crazy. The longer I mad her wait, the bigger the payoff, and I wanted that first orgasm to be a full-body convulsion. Slowly, slowly…. and there it was. Just as she crested I increased the tempo, lapped a little harder and broader with my tongue and fingered more vigorously, and her shaking tremors went on and on and I grabbed a pillow to stifle her cries. When things finally subsided just the briefest bit, I pulled my mouth back, added a second finger inside her and fingered with all due enthusiasm, subtlety be damned. I can’t think of anything I like more in this world than making someone cum, and S puts on a damn fine show doing it. Her hips lifted and convulsed off the bed, she twisted side to side, and she groaned repeatedly. She fell into that space where the orgasms began to overlap, and any thought of keeping count would have been futile. I kept this pace for several minutes before I finally relented and pulled my fingers out of her. Her hips collapsed to the bed and she gasped for air, limp and ragged. I grabbed her upper leg and pulled her to the center of the bed, and mounted her cunt, and she latched on to me like a drowning woman. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her knees drew up to allow me as deep as possible, and she started moaning my name like a mantra.

Suffice it to say, we fucked like this for a good long while, 20 minutes or more. We stayed in this same basic position, though with all of the usual variations that make it so diverse. Slow and fast, deep and shallow, teasing and satisfying, fucking with my entire body plastered to her, fucking with almost no contact aside from my cock sliding inside and out. At one point I told her to play with own clit as I fucked her, and offered her the tin of olive oil for lube. after she painted her clit, I pulled out and plopped my still-pulsing cock onto her mons and let her lube it as well. My cock head was exquisitely sensitive and her stroking nearly drove me out of my mind. Suitably coated, I put the tin aside and resumed fucking, taking advantage of the newly slippery state to lift and drop onto her repeatedly with my body weight. As I say, this was one of the longer fucks we’ve had on this trip (though far from our longer “sport fucking” at home; remind me to write about that if I haven’t already) and when I finally decided to gallop full speed towards my own orgasm, we were both more than fully satisfied. I fell to the bed panting, and soon enough S trotted to the sink, returned with a steaming cloth, and as she cleaned me said very simply “Thank you. Goddamn, I love the way you fuck me.” We slept very soundly.

There was another, briefer and less ambitious fuck in the dark hour just before sunrise. I woke up slightly, rolled over to spoon S and very soon found my cock thickening from the warming touch of her ass. One of the delights of this relationship is the complete freedom I have to indulge my sexual whims whenever I like, and so I decided to lazily take advantage of the moment. A bit of oily lube and I slid into her cunt from behind, still spooning her tightly. She moaned, waking up with my cock already inside her, and pushed her ass back to take it a little deeper. We fucked casually that way for a few minutes, and them I rolled on top of her for an equally lazy and indulgent finish. Once upon a time, I would have worried about her own pleasure and gratification, but in this new era where her orgasms come so freely, I no longer fret about balancing the books. I suspect she came, she probably did; she almost always does now. But regardless, I selfishly pursued my own climax and then fell back to bed for a final hour or two of solid sleep. What a thoroughly delightful life.

After two days of driving improbably narrow streets through a string of quaint villages, down steep winding roads to tiny beaches (and after 36 hours of air travel immediately preceding that), we decided Wednesday was to be a day of rest and relaxation, staying at the villa, lounging by the pool, and walking to the local beach and tavernas.

By 11:00, we were both outside lying by the pool, completely naked. S was basking in the sun on an overstuffed, red lounge cushion, a distant cousin of a bean bag chair, only with a bit more structure and shape to it and I was reclined on a more traditional lounge chair, hiding in the shaded safety of a patio umbrella. As I eyed S’s figure appreciatively, I began to consider her chair/bag as a potential piece of furniture for fucking, and decided to find out. Within minutes, S stood and wandered into the villa for a slice of apple and cheese, and came back outside. As she passed by my chair, I gestured her over and told her to step astride my lounge chair. It was a far reach for her legs, but she managed, assuming I wanted her over my hips. I pulled her forwards and brought her groin near my face. She got the idea and stepped even closer, until her pussy was on my face. I inhaled deeply, drunk on her musky odor, and I lapped her labia from bottom to top, and then gently sucked her clit hood into my mouth and held it there while I petted it with my tongue. She purred appreciatively and in seconds I pulled her just a bit farther forward and pushed my tongue as far as it would reach into her pussy. At that, she settled deeper, trying to squirm deeper onto my tongue and I sucked deep. I spent some time alternating between tonguing inside her cunt and suckling at her clit, enjoying the taste of her juices and her whimpering mews of pleasure. Before long, my cock was fully erect and ready for some attention, and I gently tapped on one side of her hip and she stopped off my face and stood beside me with a look of eager anticipation.

I took her hand and led her to the back of the red lounge cushion, and pushed her to lie over the back of the soft triangular back rest of the cushion. Standing in full sunlight, watching the light flicker on the surface of the pool, I stepped forward and guided my cock between her lips and plunged deep on the very first stroke, knowing full well her cunt was already quite wet. She gasped appreciatively and I settled into a steady rhythm. The position was not entirely ideal, so there was nothing terribly fancy about the fucking; I pushed hard and fast, long strokes that ran from the head of my cock to balls deep. In a rush, I felt S’s cunt get noticeably slicker and then she muffled a scream in the cushion. By this time, she had sagged down into the cushion far enough that I couldn’t really squat low enough behind her to continue fucking. I pulled out, and led S to the other side of the cushion. She dropped to her knees on the long flat portion of the lounger and draped herself over the back cushion, and I knelt between her knees and again pushed my fat cock head between her lips to fuck her from behind. This position was a little more suitable, and I fucked her hard and fast, no grace, no finesse, just pure animal pleasure. The sun warmed my back as S gasped in pleasure, and when I felt like she had reached a few robust orgasms, I sank deep into her and came with a satisfied and prolonged groan. As I pulled out, a string of pearly cum dropped into the red fabric.

An hour later, we were both back in our respective positions, her on the (wiped clean) red lounge cushion, me on a firm, padded deck chair. One of the indulgences of vacation is forgoing any kind of deodorant, and my armpits had developed a not-unpleasant musk. The next time S walked past me on some small trip from indoors, I bid her to stop and I brushed my fingers against her pussy lips, which were still slightly engorged from our previous fucking. She smiled lazily and opened her stance slightly, and I petted her lips until they were slick from her own juices and my remaining cum. I pulled my hand away and told her to bend towards me. As her head neared, I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face into my armpit. She inhaled deeply, moaned, and pushed her face in close, rubbing my musk against her with abandon. She opened her mouth and sucked my armpit like it was a cunt, rubbing her tongue back and forth. When she pulled back and looked at me with a dazed expression, I gestured towards my swelling cock. “Do you want to suck this here, or would you prefer to move inside?” Without saying a word, S settled her knees to the ground beside my chair and inhaled my cock into her mouth. In seconds, she pulled the swelling head of my cock past the back of her mouth and into her throat and started massaging my shaft with her tongue, a technique virtually guaranteed to bring me to a glorious erection. S enjoyed several more deep strokes, holding the head of my cock deep enough that it blocked her from breathing altogether, before I pushed her away, and offered her a hand up. I stood and told her to place her palms on an adjacent lounge chair. I stepped close behind her and again slipped into her from behind, one of her favorite positions. I firmly grabbed her hips, curling my fingers and hooking them roughly into her iliac crest, and started thrusting with abandon. She groaned appreciatively and I fucked hard and fast, my balls swinging freely and slapping against her clit with each forward thrust. She reached several loud orgasms, and her legs began to tremble and buckle. I stepped backwards, pulling free of her clutching cunt and helped her upright. “Let’s finish this inside.” We walked hand in hand into the cool shade of the villa and into the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and patted the sheets in the middle of the bed. S laid on her back and opened her thighs to me and I knelt between them. Like that, I was buried inside her again, with no thought in mind but galloping to my own selfish orgasm. S wrapped her arms around me and held tight while I drove her to several more climaxes before trumpeting my own release deep inside her. I pulled back and fell over limply on the bed beside her. In seconds she pressed back against me in a close spooning position, I wrapped her in my arms, and we were fast asleep for a nap of an hour or more.

Note: I have most always enjoyed fucking outdoors, and today was no exception. Even with ample privacy, there is the feeling of exhibitionistic display, the sunlight beating on your bodies, the sound of birds and the hum of cicadas, the frisson of a cooling wind across your sweating back. If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend it.

We finally fell into bed around 11. After some brief snuggling, S started rubbing her face against my chest, brushing through my chest hair. She gradually moved lower, rubbing against my belly, then lower still. When she moved between my legs, I assumed she was going to suck my cock. Instead, she surprised me by dipping her head lower and painting the underside of my balls with her tongue. I love being stroked and played with there, as S well knows, and I did everything I could to position myself for as much as she wanted to do. In very little time I had my legs in the air and my hips rolled up as she licked, kissed and sucked. She continued to explore lower and was soon probing my asshole with the point of her tongue. “If you want to do much more of that, I should roll over on all fours.” “Mmm, yes, please.” She pulled back just enough, and I rolled over and pulled my knees under me. She placed one hand on each ass cheek and plunged her tongue at my asshole, over and over. I don’t think I’ve ever been so erect in all my life. She had played on the edge of this and teased around it before, but this was the first time she enthusiastically dove it and probed right on my asshole. She pulled back very briefly to dump some lube in her hand, then reached between my spread thighs and wrapped her hand around my cock while she resumed tonguing my asshole. I thought I was going to go out of my mind. At one point she used a much flatter lapping gesture to lick lower, between my dangling ballsack and my ass, and I asked her to use that same stroke directly on my asshole, flat lapping strokes instead of the pointed probing tongue she had been using. She complied and I started squirming all over again with renewed vigor. I couldn’t tell you how long this went on, my head was spinning and I was gasping, moaning, and swearing. Finally she pulled her face back and asked, “Will you fuck me now?” “I’ll do anything you want me to! What position? Just name it.” She rolled onto her back and squirmed between my spread thighs and wiggled her way up until she was under me. She reached her hand down and guided my cock into her unbelievably wet cunt, then wrapped her arms around my back and sank her teeth into my chest. I was already far beyond aroused, and when she said, “Fuck me hard, hard, please!” I did not hesitate. I pounded fast and rough, and every few strokes I picked my hips up sharply and slammed back down into her with the weight of my body. As she reached a particularly enthusiastic orgasm, I buried my cock deep inside her and made small jerking motions with my hips, rubbing my fat cock head against her g-spot and dragging out her orgasm for several long seconds as she moaned and cried. With that kind of aggressive pace, my own orgasm was not far away and I dropped into her one last time and groaned with released as I pulsed and surged inside her. When my own convulsions subsided and she purred appreciatively, I rolled off her and collapsed on the bed, exhausted and drained. I cannot imagine -ever- getting tired of fucking this girl!

At around 5 in the morning, I stirred as S returned to the bed from the bathroom, As she slipped under the sheet, I pulled her in close to me and spooned against her tightly, my arms wrapped around her. My intention was simply to drift off to sleep, really it was. I kissed her shoulder once… then again… and I’m not sure what happened but the next thing I know I was biting her shoulder. And then biting the nape of her neck. And then realized I was fully erect and grinding my cock against her ass. I reached to the bedside table for a generous dose of lube, coated my cock, and slipped into S’s pussy from behind. It started as a slow, sleepy, morning fuck, nothing too dramatic. Enjoying the feel of her incredibly tight pussy, long leisurely strokes of my cock in and out, pausing occasionally with my cock buried deep inside her just so we could both feel the pulse and throb of my erection. Then I found myself mixing in an occasional harder, faster, slamming stroke. And then some more. And then I sank my fingers hard into her hip bone and rutted hard and fast for a flurry of strokes. Obviously this was escalating beyond a lazy morning fuck.

I pulled back and told her to roll onto her belly. She complied and laid flat, legs pressed together, face down. S has been the first girlfriend I’ve had since my teen years with an ass small enough for this position, and I enjoy it hugely. Her pelvis rolls forward slightly, her ass points back slightly, and her cunt peeks out from between her cheeks, ripe and ready for the plucking. I straddled her hips and again sank into her pussy from behind. Because of the position, each thrust I made dragged the head of my cock against her g-spot, and she shuddered below me and groaned her release into a pillow. After a flurry of strokes and considerable moaning, I put the palms of both hands flat on her shoulder blades, leaning my body weight against her and thoroughly pinning her in place. With my arms holding much more of my body weight, I could thrust hard and fast, slamming into her repeatedly until she cried out long and low, with an animalistic groan.

I pulled out again, slid off her hips, and ordered her to roll on her backside. She obeyed and I fell between her legs and quickly speared into her again. This last position was all about getting off, with no finesse or subtlety whatsoever. I fucked hard, deep, and fast until my balls tightened and I fired my own glorious release into her. Panting, I fell to the bed beside her as we both tried to catch our breath.

Note 1: At home, our usual lube is a small tub of coconut oil, frequently replenished. I avoid carrying that with me when I travel, as coconut oil can leak out of damn near anything when it is fully liquid. Thus far, we haven’t found coconut oil in the tiny little village markets we’ve been shopping, and so… we bought a small bottle of olive oil. When in Greece… 🙂

Note 2: S pointed out to me that I’ve been neglecting to document one of our post-coital rituals. After we catch our breath and it’s clear that the sex is well and truly done, at least for a while, S climbs out of bed, heads to the bathroom, and shortly returns with a steaming warm, almost hot washcloth. She wraps it around my still-semi-firm cock for a few seconds, then careful wipes it down from the base to the head, taking great care and with considerable thoroughness. Satisfied with her job, she removes the cloth and gives the head of my cock a loving kiss right on top. I am indulged beyond all reason.

The day was long, with considerable amounts of driving through impossibly narrow roads through quaint villages and down treacherous slopes to remote beaches. All very lovely and terribly scenic, but with little opportunity for sating my carnal hungers. There was a lovely interlude in a quiet, shaded path through ancient olive trees where I discovered S was wearing no underwear, and I rewarded her by stroking her clit for a bit, but that was the extent of our shenanigans until we returned to the villa for the night.

Even then, our exhaustion was such that we went to bed early and fell asleep easily, without the buzz of mosquitos for a change.

I woke up a little after midnight with an insistent erection and decided to inflict it upon my bedmate. I crept to the bathroom to apply lube in silence, then slid back in bed and spooned S closely, and slid into her from behind.

Note 1: Lest any reader think I am a thoughtless cad, I have been given clear and unequivocal permission from S to fuck her whenever I like, even if it means rousing her from a sound sleep. When I say her appetite exceeds even mine, I am not exaggerating, and she has made it very plain that she would much rather miss out on sleep than miss out on fucking. She seems to particularly enjoy waking up to find my cock already inside her. I am a lucky, lucky man. 🙂

In contrast to the previous night, she moaned appreciatively and pushed back against me quite happily, without the pleadings for more, harder, faster. She was also much more mindful of potentially disturbing our neighbors, and kept her moans to a low pitch. I enjoyed some time going slow, savoring the lazy, indulgent feeling of it. Periodically I would sink deep inside her and hold still, until she rolled her hips impatiently, grinding herself on my cock. After several seconds of that, I resumed thrusting again, to her obvious delight and vocal-but-muted moans. After several such cycles, I pulled out, rose to my knees, swung her thighs open, and settled between her legs for more fucking.

Note 2: It’s rather a shame that the sexual position of a woman on her back with her legs spread, man on top has the singular title of “the missionary position”. There is so much variation in that position, so many effects to be achieved, it’s terribly misleading to group it all under one label as if it’s all the same. Sometimes I am sitting upright, holding her ankles in my hands, using her legs as levers to rock her hips to and fro while I am relatively still. Sometimes I am sitting upright, my thighs propping her hips up so that my cock is bumping her g-spot while one hand is stroking her clit. Sometimes I use my hands to press her thighs open and against her chest so that I can plunge relentlessly deep into her. Sometimes I left her thighs over my shoulders and lean forward with my body weight, folding her in half while I fuck hard, deep and rough. Sometimes I sit back and just tease the opening of her cunt by only barely sliding the head of my cock in and out, until she begs for more. Sometimes I lie fully on top of her, our bodies pressed tightly together, my elbows on the bed just over her shoulders, keeping her from sliding away as I thrust into her, taunting her with the awareness that she couldn’t squirm away from me if she tried. Sometimes my arms are wider, my elbows outside her arms, my forearms under her shoulders and lifting her up to me. Sometimes I’m lifting my hips high and dropping down on her roughly with my body weight. Sometimes the thrusting is slow, gentle, tender. Sometimes I am buried deep with the smallest repeated thrust tapping her g-spot. Sometimes the thrusting is a full long stroke that starts with the head of my cock only barely inside of her, ending with my cock buried balls-deep. Sometimes it is all about the savage, almost violent fucking. Sometimes I am tenderly watching the expressions on her face as I play with different ways of pleasuring her. The Kama Sutra has names for all of these and enumerates the virtues of each at some length, while our culture simply calls it the Missionary Position, the starting point for amateurs and the sexually repressed. Philistines.

And so we fucked in the missionary position, in all its variations and glories, spurring S to wave after wave of orgasms until I finally found my own release. Spent, winded, and grinning, I fell to the bed beside S, pulled her close into my arms and was asleep in no time.

And as if that wasn’t enough, I woke again at 6, again with an erection, and again climbed between her thighs and fucked her roughly, to our mutual delight and satisfaction. Goddamn, I am a lucky man. S fell hard asleep afterwards, getting her best sleep in the last two hours of the morning, as is her wont, while I rose before the sun and enjoyed the quiet time to read and drink coffee, as is my wont. Life does not suck.

I was awakened around 5 am to flashes of lightning visible through the bedroom window. Soon there was a full storm, with loud rolling thunder, repeated lightning strikes and a raging downpour. It has been warm and very humid, and it was something of a relief to get a bit of cool air.

We acquired a rental car during a morning torrential downpour, and waited for a brief break to leave the compound to acquire groceries and explore a bit. There was a bit of grabbing bare ass while walking through quaint villages and a little bit of petting bare pussy while driving the car, but it was all pretty low key until we returned to the villa in late afternoon.

Swiftly upon reaching the house, I stripped naked and dove in the pool. S soon brought me a delicious cocktail (tequila, how very not-Greek) and joined me, similarly dressed. After a fair bit of idle conversation in the sun and water, I had her stand on the steps of the pool, bent over the edge, while I drove my tongue into her asshole and brushed her clit with my thumb. When her mews of pleasure shifted into slightly more urgent moans, and my cock had reached full mast, I stood upright and aimed my cock into her cunt. Standing there in the pool, water up just past our knees, I fucked her from behind, making delightful wet noises from her cunt and the splashing pool water. After a few orgasms to get her fully primed and wet, I pulled out and leaned backwards dramatically, until my hands were braced behind me against the edge of the pool, with my hips lifted up out of the water. S straddled my thighs, sank down on my cock, and I slowly lowered both of us until our hips were under water. I offered my hands to her and let her lean far backwards, grinding my cock into her g-spot and her clit against my pubic bone. We rode like this for several minutes, to the sound of much more splashing and many more orgasms. We finally parted and turned about, so that she was sitting on the steps of the pool and I was fucking her from between her legs. We continued this through several more orgasms, until the water had finally washed away the last vestiges of her internal lubrication.

About an hour later, we were standing in the kitchen chatting when she came towards me with flashing eyes and a dangerous grin, which I met by pinching her nipples. In seconds, my cock was stiff again (credit not cumming during all the pool fucking) and we swiftly moved to the bedroom for some brutally fast missionary fucking. S came quickly and often, because that’s what she does now, but this was all about (finally) getting me off, which happened most gloriously.

Around 11 I decided to totter off to bed for sleep, soon followed by a very fidgety S. After more than a bit of bumping into me and some rather prolonged pillow talk, she began pleading with me to fuck her. I started in a spooning position, slipping into her from behind and fucking with slow, leisurely strokes. S was very loud, despite neighbors next door. I tried urging her to be quiet, tried covering her mouth with my hand, tried pressing a pillow against her mouth, all to no avail. If anything, it seemed to enflame her further and she urged me to fuck her harder, rougher. I said I would, if she swore to be quiet, which of course she did. I moved into a missionary position where I could be a little more enthusiastic, and of course, she was even louder than before. I allowed myself to finish sooner than normal, to end the racket, but that only spurred S to plead with me to finger her. I did for a bit, but she only got louder and I eventually had to cut her off. She ended up moving to the upstairs bedroom (to masturbate?) and we ended up sleeping apart for the rest of the night. 🙁