M and I enjoyed a fabulous party Saturday night. There were some interesting people, great food, a wonderful location. M and I had a brief bit of alone time in the hosts’ basement, and I took advantage of the moment to slip my hand up her skirt. I was delighted to confirm that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and rewarded her with a quick fingering before we heard footsteps on the stairs coming our direction. As the party went on, we spent a lot of time on the patio, watching the fire pit. I was lucky enough to have M sit on my knee for a while, gazing into the fire, and then later S perched on my knee for some time. I was thrilled to find she also was without underwear, though I had no opportunity to take advantage of the fact. It was enough to simply enjoy her warmth, and to take delight in the puzzled looks on people’s faces as they tried to figure who was with who.
It grew quite late and we were dizzy from socialization, margaritas and more. I told M, “We can stay later, if you like. But I’m feeling pretty buzzed, so if you wanna shag, that window is closing.” She opted for leaving straight away. 🙂
I was walking in a fog when we came through the front door, but I got downstairs and kicked off clothes before I collapsed face up on the bed. I was awake, but not by a large margin. M came into the room soon after, already naked. Framed in the doorway to the bedroom, she was luminous from the lights behind her, hair spread across her shoulders and breasts, hips full and luscious. She started at the foot of the bed and crawled up to me. With one hand she lifted my balls and cock out of the way and started licking just below my scrotum. My toes curled, and I knew she had every intention of holding me to my promise. My only worry was that I had been pretty drained twice already that day, and now with exhaustion and alcohol pouring through my body, would I be able to rise to the occasion? M did her expert best, licking at my balls with the tip of her talented tongue. She would gently pull a fold of my scrotum into her mouth and lightly scrape it with her teeth as she pulled back. She worked her way up, kissing, licking and nibbling on my ball sack until she reached the base of my semi-stiff cock. She engulfed me in one move, bathing me in warm wetness. M pressed tight with her tongue and lips and started working her mouth up and down my shaft, slowly bringing more blood to my cock. My head was spinning, from the party, from the drinks, from the memories of two thinly covered asses on my lap, and most of all from what M was doing to me. I told her, “Now’s the time”, and she lifted up and scrambled to mount me. She straddled my hips and guided my cock into her. It took a couple of blind stabs, but she finally settled into place and started rising up and down on my cock. Any hesitancy my cock might have had faded in seconds, and I soon found myself fully stiff and completely focused on what M was doing to me. I tightened my abs and legs and started thrusting back at M, meeting her rocking motion, and soon speeding her along. She planted her palms on my chest and ground back against me, taking my cock deep and roughly rubbing her clit against my pubic bone. She came once, twice, I’m not sure.
As she went on and on, her breath grew ragged and she had trouble keeping the pace, while I was only getting harder and feeling stronger. I started thrusting harder from below, pushing enough to lift her in the air slightly, letting her fall back down, slamming onto my cock. She cried out in surprise and gave up all thrusting, simply trying to hang on for the ride. I tossed her like a rag doll, forcing another orgasm into her, then another, riding her until she was raw and limp. I knew I was on the edge of hurting her, and still didn’t feel any closer to orgasm. I pounded and slapped against her more, until I heard her cries reach a fevered peak one more time.
“I’m going to hurt you if we keep going. Climb off and put your pussy in my hand.” She moved gingerly, dismounting from my hips like her thighs ached. She settled on all fours, her pussy resting just over the palm of my outstretched left arm. With my left hand I started fingering her pussy, feeling her swollen lips, amazed at the heat radiating from her. With my right hand I started stroking myself, already slick with M’s flow and rigid with desire. I rubbed M’s pussy and clit in a random fashion, with no pattern or reason to it. I pulled at her lips, stroked her clit, slipped a thumb in her and rubbed her g-spot, pinched her puffy lips and slid them back and forth against one another, anything I could do to get a reaction from her, make her pant and cry and curse and cum. Listening to her orgams drives me wild, and I wanted to hear her screaming in release as I masturbated. She came again and again, repeatedly and helplessly while I jacked with my right hand. I could feel the veins in my cock throb under my hand and I rubbed M’s clit again, driving her to climax just as I arched my back and sprayed hot, thin, white fluid onto my belly. I laid there rigid, panting, squeezing my cock, milking the last few drops out of the head and onto my belly. M collapsed on my hand and arm, pinning me in place while she tried to catch her breath and regain control of her limbs.