For the first time in a while, we did not have any sex, or even any fooling around, all morning, day, or early evening. About the time we laid down for the evening, ominous rumblings started rolling through the skies and a sizable thunderstorm began to build. At the same time I crawled between S’s thighs, face down, and began to nuzzle and lick her pussy.
Often there is a progression: I lick her pussy and soon enough she begs for a finger inside her. I comply and insert a finger (or two) and after several orgasms she begs for my cock. I oblige, more orgasms happen, a good time is had by all.
That did not happen this time. S relaxed into it and accepted it as the progression naturally unfolded. This allowed me the time and space to let things build more gradually, more organically. I took my sweet time licking and sucking her pussy with my mouth. Sometimes I gave her the lightest little flicker brushstroke on her clit with the very tip of my tongue, other times I gave her soft wet open-mouth kisses covering her entire clit hood. I pulled a labia entirely into my mouth and rolled it side to side before pulling back and letting it slowly drag between my tightened lips. I lapped with a broad flat tongue straight up the center of her split wet lips. I used my wet pouty lower lip to brush over her clit repeatedly. I hiked her thighs high and wormed my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could manage. I pulled her clit into my mouth and washed it side-to-side with my tongue. By this time, S was nearly out of her mind with pleasure, and right on the cusp of an orgasm she needed like breath itself.
With my mouth still firmly sealed over her clit hood, I slipped a finger into her dripping pussy and her hips arched off the bed like she was being electrocuted. Her orgasm broke wide open and I used my finger and mouth to prolong that peak as long as I could. Once the initial explosion subsided the slightest bit, I pulled my head and mouth back and fingered her more intently. Sometimes I stroked in and out, sometimes I left my finger buried inside her and curled it to stroke against her g-spot. I rolled my hand palm down and stroked against the taut muscles of her pelvic floor. I pushed deep and repeatedly bumped against the neck of her cervix. Whenever it seemed like her pleasure and orgasms had plateaued, I stilled my hand and resumed lashing her with my tongue, whipping her to a frenzy again. And when she had acclimated to my mouth, I returned my focus to fingering her.
As all this was happening, the storm outside our open balcony doors grew in size, with dramatic flashes of light filling the sky and low, swelling thunder echoing about the room.
After an eternity, my fingers sticky and my face smeared with her cunt juices, the scent of her firmly imprinted in my nose, I climbed on top of her and slid my cock home. The fucking lasted easily as long as all of the preamble, with as much variation. Her cries competed with the thunder and I poured myself into her like the rain falling from the sky.
For my own crescendo, I stood and led her out to the balcony. She grabbed onto the edge of the railing and faced the thunderstorm while I drove my cock into her from behind. “Don’t close your eyes”, I instructed her, “watch the show.” Fingers hooked into her hips, cooled by the breeze and the occasional bit of rain blown over us, I fucked hard and fast. Watching the storm, I fell into a strong pace and finally exploded into her at a full running gallop.
S and I are fortunate beyond measure that we have such similar and boundless appetites for sex, and it often seems incredible to us that it continues to improve over time. Even so, we are sometimes reel in amazement when a particular session establishes a fresh, personal, high-water mark for phenomenal sex. This was one of those. For fuck’s sake, the sex with this girl just blows my mind.
Roughly an hour later, we laid in bed on our sides, continuing to watch the storm raging outside. From my position behind her, I could feel her swollen pussy lips protruding back between her thighs, and I started gently brushing it with my thumb. As much as I try to push her limits, S gives every impression of being absolutely insatiable, and she pushed her hips backwards to squirm my thumb inside her cunt. It didn’t take long before out attention was thoroughly distracted from the storm and was back on our own carnal pleasures.
Soon enough, I guided S to lie face down on the bed, with her head aimed directly at the open doors to the balcony. I mounted her from behind and drove my cock into her. Fucking in this position ground my cockhead against her g-spot repeatedly, and with no finesse or artistry whatsoever, I pounded her into several orgasms before racing to my own.
One last time, as the sky was showing the very slightest hints of dawn, I woke with a powerful erection and all of the memories of the previous fucking. I lubed my cock with an excess of olive oil and told S to mount my cock from above. She stood on the bed, straddled my hips and sank her cunt down onto my cock. We rocked in that position for a bit, sometimes with her standing and squatting up and down on my cock, sometimes kneeling astride me while I bucked my hips and drove my cock into her from below. Eventually I rolled her over on the bed and mounted her again, until I came again (again!), exhausted, blissed out, and fully drained.