Slippery Bits

After far too long apart from each other, M and I spent the afternoon in bed. We spent a lot of time simply snuggling, getting used to each other’s body again, reveling in the joy of skin against skin. We played rather against gender roles, in that she was eager to take my cock, and I was trying to draw things out and make it last as long as I could.

At one point we were lying on our sides, facing each other. M lifted her head and I ducked under it, burrowing into her neck, draped in her tangled cascade of hair. I kissed and sucked at the base of her neck, slowly moving towards biting. I opened my mouth wide and grabbed one of her tight bands of her neck with my teeth. Her body went rigid, her fingers dug into my skin and her breathing became a fast pant. I don’t know what causes those sensitive spots on her body, but I am shameless about taking advantage of them when I find them. I bit again, a little harder this time, and M twisted and writhed, overwhelmed by the sensations.

When she couldn’t take it any longer, she pushed away from me, shook her head and cleared her eyes. She pushed me onto my back and climbed over me, pushing my shoulders down with her palms. She pushed her hips back until my cock was blindly stabbing against her closed cunt, bumping and rubbing, keeping me erect and ready. She lowered her torso over me and dangled a nipple in my face. I seized the nipple with my teeth and pulled back, lightly scraping it erect as it pulled free. Again I took it between my teeth, this time holding it trapped while my tongue flickered across it, lashing it repeatedly. As the tender flesh tightened and crinkled in response, M kept rocking back and forth, bumping her damp cunt against my cock head, nudging and brushing against me. I pulled her nipple from my teeth again, and she inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, intent upon making it as stiff as its twin. I spared her my teeth this time, sucking the nipple, rolling it with my tongue, pulling at it with my soft lips, over and over. M tossed her head and her hair swept across my face while I suckled her.

M sat upright, pulling her breasts away from my mouth. She reached between her legs, lifted my cock with her fingers and stuffed it inside her. With a satisfied grunt, she sat down on my prick and waggled her hips to get it settled deep inside. She braced her hands against my chest and started rising and falling on my shaft, groaning with each push. My cock thickened and stiffened even more, but I tried hard to stay passive, to lie back and enjoy the view of this woman bouncing on my prick. Sadly, her thighs tired out before she reached her goal and she sat down with a moan of frustration. I pushed her shoulders, encouraging her to lean back, opening up that wet intersection of our groins. While she leaned back with her hands braced on my shins, I looked M in the eyes, licked my thumb, moved my hand between us and started stroking her clit. She closed her eyes and cried aloud. I gently rocked my hips, giving her the barest of thrusts in and out of her pussy while I petted and stroked her clit until she was cumming hard, groaning and crying and jerking her hips against my thumb and cock. When I finally pulled my hand away, she leaned forward again and started fucking herself on my shaft with renewed vigor, bouncing up and down on my prick. I reached up and cruelly twisted her nipples between my thumb and forefingers and she responded with a stream of filthy words while she took my dick as roughly and as hard as she could.

Finally, she fell back again, exhausted and panting. This time she leaned back of her own accord, and moved her own hand to her crotch, furiously rubbing her own clit. I bounced my pelvis slightly, giving her just enough shafting to help her along as she ground her clit. Occasionally she would spread her fingers and encircle the base of my cock, gathering the wet fluids from between us and using it to butter her clit for even faster rubbing. I arched my back and lifted my hips, pushing deeper inside her cunt, and the two of us exploded together, my cock throbbing and spraying inside her as she held hard pressure on her clit and released a long low groan. She moved her hand and fell forward onto my chest, our hearts racing against one another, until they finally slowed and she rolled off and lay beside me.

After waking up far too early, I came back to bed to cuddle with M for a bit. She was already awake and beginning to stir when I slid between the covers and pressed against her. I hugged her close, nestling my nose in her hair and breathing deeply. She rolled over to face me, and we shared another hug, pressed face to face, her breasts pressed against me and my cock beginning to stir and brushing her thighs.

M came up to her hands and knees and draped herself over me. She swayed gently, dragging her nipples across my chest hair, and ducked her head to kiss me. Her lips parted and her tongue stroked against mine. M lifted one knee and placed it between my legs, carefully nudging tight against my groin. My cock was fully stiff now, jerking with the pulse of my heartbeat, tapping against her thigh while she kissed me. She reached a hand back and wrapped my prick in her warm palm, squeezing it gently. With a slight motion of her wrist, she worked my foreskin up and down. She gave me a wicked grin as she watched the look on my face. I lifted my head and lunged forward to kiss her neck, sucking, biting, trying urgently to arouse M and bring her to the same fever pitch that had me so dizzy.

I needn’t have worried. M pulled her knee from between my thighs and straddled me. She started wiping her cunt against my knob, surprising me with how wet she was already. I could feel the throbs as she ground her clit and lips against me. She reached a hand between her legs and guided my cock into her. She pumped up and down twice before sinking all the way to the root. I sighed contentedly, and then pulled her forward. She placed her palms on my chest and leaned against me. I started thrusting from below, shafting into her repeatedly, deeply. I pulled out far enough that the head of my cock almost pulled free from her lips, then drove in until our pubic bones bumped and M gasped from the depth. She continued to smile down at me, blissed out on endorphins and happily taking the thick rail of my prick sliding in and out of her. I reach up and pinched her nipples, roughly, cruelly, until she closed her eyes and whimpered with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hips rocked and jerked over me, grinding against me, moving to meet my thrusts. I pulled my hands away and lifted my head until I could suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked and pulled and M swore loudly as her pussy spasmed in orgasm around my shaft.

Remembering the fucking from the previous night, I could tell M was going to be sore, and I was still rock-stiff with no orgasm in sight. So, I decided to mix things up a bit. I told M to turn sideways, so that both her feet were on the same side of my hips and she was facing the side of the bed. Turned like this, I started thrusting again, my cock head knocking into her G-spot with each push. With one hand I tried to help hold her steady, and with the other hand I spanked her ass hard, shocking her into a yelp. Then I licked my pinky and used it to massage her asshole, stroking her sphincter. As she pushed back against me to get more cock, she pressed down against my finger as well. I was gentle and only gave her one knuckle, stroking the barest bit while I continued pounding her cunt. She cried out in release while I toyed with her two holes, one roughly – slamming in and out, and the other gently – teasing and stroking her puckered hole. Listening to M cum, playing with the tight ring of her ass, feeling her ooze trickle down my ballsack, it all combined to push me over the edge. I pulled my finger free and held her hips and ass, timing my strokes so that when I finally spewed I had her pulled deep, her pussy clasping and milking me. She perched on trembling thighs, and I pulsed and throbbed inside her, draining my balls. I finally pulled her towards me, and she sprawled on her side next to me. I pulled her close and nuzzled her neck murmuring my thanks and adoration.

M came home late, after I was already in bed. I sat up when I heard her at the door, and only minutes later she came into the bedroom, squirmed out of her clothes and climbed into bed next to me. On her hands and knees, she crawled over me for a really big hug. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her low, pressing her breasts into me. She gave a low satisfied moan and swayed back and forth, scratching her nipples against my chest hair.

M sat up slightly and smiled wickedly. She grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and pinned them over my head, leaning her weight through her arm to hold me down. Pushing against me, she worked her hips backwards until she was straddling my pelvis and started grinding herself against my rigid cock. We were both completely dry, and the grinding friction was overwhelming, as painful as it was pleasurable. With her free hand, she got a small squirt of lube from the bedside bottle and lifted her cunt from me just enough to smear some lube, then settled down and started rutting against me again.

I’m big enough to overpower M when I need to, but there’s a decadent feeling in staying passive and being shamelessly used. I laid back and let M tease and taunt me. My cock slid back and forth along the folds of her lips as she rolled her hips forwards and back. I tried to angle my hips so that my cock jutted forwards rather than straight up, trying to nestle the head of my cock between her lips, but with no success. With a slight move, M was able to dislodge me and continue her “wet hump”. With each stroke, the broad head of my prick bumped her clit, eliciting a grunt of satisfaction from her. I squirmed my shoulders and arms and M clamped down on my wrists even tighter, taking delight in wrenching pleasure from me.

Finally M’s impatience won over, and she used her free hand to angle my cock up and then sank down on it with a groan of release. She continued to hold my wrists as she started fucking herself on my shaft, rising up and down and grinding her clit against my pubic bone. I arched my back and lifted my cock as high as possible, eager to be buried deep in her velvet walls. Soon enough, M’s arousal took precedence over her dominance, and she released my wrists and focused on fucking. I set my hands on her pelvis and pushed back, setting her deeper on my prick and making her gasp at the change. I moved my hands to her breasts, gently rolling a nipple between my finger and thumb. I bent my knees, planted my feet on the bed, and flexed my thighs, thrusting up violently. With each push, she listed in the air slightly, and then fell back down, roughly slamming onto my cock. The air in the room was thick with sex funk and the sounds of our panting and grunting.

Eventually my thighs started to burn and I decided a change of position was called for. M was leaning over my, gasping for breath, her head spinning. I pushed her straight back, and she tumbled off my cock and lap, ending up splayed on her back with her legs open. I sat up on my knees, grabbed both of her thighs and rudely pulled, dragging her closer to me. I planted the soles of my feet against the wall at the head of the bed and pushed forward until my cock sank between her puffy, swollen pussy lips. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me forward, urging me to drill deeply. I thrust with abandon, heedless of her cries and moans. She was running wet now, and each thrust was accompanied by moist sucking noises. As I pushed, M’s tits started rocking and swaying in sympathy, and she finally held her hands over her breasts to keep them still. I sawed back and forth, driving into her until I was winded and chafed, and still I hadn’t cum. Before I hurt either her or myself, I suggested a reprieve.

I pulled away and lay flat on my back again, my cock jutting up into the air, twitching and bobbing. M laid face down to my left. My arm snaked under her prone form and reached her battered and hot cunt. With my right hand I started stroking myself and with my left I further tortured her clit, slipping my fingers over it frantically. My cock was ram-rod stiff, veins pulsing under my fingers, and listening to M moaning and crying made the cum in my balls boil. Within minutes, I was arching up, spraying hot cum past my navel onto my belly, while M clamped her thighs on my hand. We laid like that as the clock ticked towards midnight and sleep came closer.

I came back downstairs and found M still sleeping in bed. I doffed my shirt and eased into bed behind her, nuzzling close. M stirred somewhat, and we chatted softly as she came awake. I was reminded of a recent time when m said, “You have permission to wake me for sex whenever you like”, and so I decided to take advantage of that.

With no warning, I tugged on one of M’s legs and rolled her onto her backside, legs open. I squirmed low under the covers, my feet sticking out the foot of the bed, and then slithered forward until my chin reached M’s pussy. I exhaled deeply, hot humid air warming her mound. M purred with pleasure and lifted her thighs slightly, offering herself up to my eager mouth. I started selfishly, sucking for my pleasure, not hers. I pasted open kisses along her lips and mons, open, wet sucking kisses. I felt her skin change under my lips, labia unfurling as it fills with blood, then crinkling with pleasure. As her lips parted, my kisses gradually grew more specific, tugging at her lips, parting them and darting my tongue inside. Thick musky fluid clung to my tongue, and I brushed it up the center of the slit, wetting her lips and clit.

M jerked her hips, impatiently, trying to bring her clit directly in front of me. I pulled my mouth back slightly and curled the tip of my tongue. I used the end of my tongue to tap and slap at her blossoming clit hood, spanking her clit in a steady beat. M shuddered and moaned, and her fingers tangled in my hair, holding my head and trying to pull me forward, hungry and greedy for more. I resisted, knowing that a slow build-up always gives her a bigger orgasm, and maintained my tongue metronome, tap, tap, tap. My arms reached under her thighs and clamped down on her belly, holding her still while I continued my Chinese water torture, tap, tap, tap against her swollen little clit, listening to her cry and curse, “Fuck, yes! More, more, I need… fuck…” until she shook all over and groaned low. As she came, I plastered my mouth over her entire pussy and sucked in, tugging at her lips and squeezing her clit while she shuddered and cried.

I finally pulled my mouth back with a nasty wet sucking noise, and then blew cool air on her bare, tortured pussy. She cooed and I gave her a wicked smile. She lifted her leg and pushed her heel against my shoulder, driving me away. “Okay, your turn.” As she got up, I took her position on the center of the bed, head propped up to watch her work. She sat up on all fours and buried her nose in my pubic hair, breathing deeply. She turned in place, bringing her ass towards my hand. My cock was already fully erect, and she slowly worked it into her mouth. With one hand I cupped her head, and the other reached between her thighs and started fondling her drooling cunt. With one swipe my fingers were coated in her sticky jizz, and my fingers slid freely between her lips, gliding and slipping freely in her slit and over her clit. My cock buzzed from her moans as she trying to keep focus on sucking me off while I drove her to distraction with my fingers. My hips moved of their own accord, fucking her willing mouth, thighs flexing and lifting my pelvis off the bed. My fingers sawed against her clit with almost no friction until I felt her lips and tongue press firmly against my prick while her thighs shook.

M pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She advanced, swinging one thigh across my waist and settling back, easing her flowing cunt down on my cock in one smooth, practiced move. Lost in her own thoughts, she started riding at a canter, rising and falling on my cock, chasing her own orgasm. I reached forward and pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out in pain, but also spurring her forward, faster. Her thighs tired before she reached her goal though, and she leaned forward on my chest, panting with frustration. “Let me try”, I said, and rolled her off of me. I sat up on my knees and urged M towards the center of the bed, then moved between her thighs.

She reached hungrily for my cock and pulled me forward, feeding her clasping cunt. I lifted one of her thighs over my shoulder and drove all the way in, and her eyes closed tightly. I started thrusting hard and fast, and M clasped her hands to her breasts, kneading and pinching as I urged her towards orgasm. Her head tossed side to side, her hair splayed across the pillows and her eyes and I pushed and pushed, until her eyes popped open and locked on me as she exploded in orgasm. Her free heel ground into my ass cheek, holding me close and deep as she groaned and shook. I barely let the first wave pass before I started driving my cock into her again, racing forwards towards my own orgasm. I hiked her leg even higher and battered her open pussy. There’s a cruel part of me that wants to leave her sore, slightly torn, walking funny. I want her to feel the effects of my cock for the rest of the day, I want her to feel a wicked pleasure when walks a little funny that afternoon. I bore into her cunt repeatedly, until my ass tightened and my feet curled and my cock fired hot cum against her twitching pussy walls. I held still against her, breathing heavy, feeling the blood throb in my cock as I unloaded my balls into her. I finally lowered her leg slowly to the bed and pulled back, leaving a snail trail along her thigh as my cock pulled free from her abused pussy.

I got home and immediately started stripping off hot, stifling clothes. M grinned and shucked her clothes at the same time, slipping under the blanket at the foot of the bed. I slid in behind her, snuggling tight and gliding my hands over her body. I stroked her flanks and kneaded her belly, making her giggle and curl into the fetal position. I brought my hands up to her chest and cupped her breasts. The laughter abruptly stopped and she purred at me. She rolled to face me and smashed her breasts into my chest, kissing me full and deeply. When she broke the kiss, I pressed farther forward, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck and kissing, sucking, biting. She moaned and swept her hair away. “Kiss me right there,” she directed me, and I did not delay. She took it for several seconds, then leaned her neck towards that shoulder and pushed me away, ticklish at my touch.

She planted one palm on my shoulder and pushed me flat on my back. She came up on her hands and knees and leaned over me, kissing me sweetly on the lips several times, then leaning forward until her tit was hanging in my face. I lifted my head and pulled her nipple into my mouth, squeezing it tight and then lashing it with my tongue. She moaned and the her aureole tightened and crinkled in my mouth. I sucked and pulled my head back, letting the nipple scrap free from my teeth. My hands reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, cupping and squeezing. I dragged my claws along them, making M inhale sharply, and then I leaned to the side and captured her other nipple and played with it until the pair matched.

M pulled back, this time, and climbed further up my torso and positioned her knees on either side of my head, spreading her thighs to lower her pussy to my jaw. She tends to feel self-conscious about demanding licking, and I can’t seem to convince her that I like it as much or more than she does. I kiss and suckle her pussy, plastering my lips to one spot, opening my mouth and suckling the flesh before me, pulling back and then planting my lips in the next spot to do the same. Her lips swelled and opened, and I dipped my tongue deep inside her, tasting her rich flow. Her hips rolled forward, impatiently, and I moved my mouth to her clit as she wanted. I flicked my tongue at the rim of her clit hood, letting the spreading moisture and her stiffening clit do the rest. Soon enough, I was teasing her clit head and M’s hips were bucking uncontrollably as she came against my face. I curled my arms around her thighs and held her tightly so she could not escape. I painted lines up her clit with my tongue, going slow enough that she could catch her breath and then gradually speeding up until she jerked her hips to bring her clit had to my mouth again so she could climax properly again.

When her head cleared, she pulled free from my arms and scooted backwards down my chest and belly, finally rubbing her pussy up and down along the shaft of my cock. She grabbed my prick and started to take it in her, and I stopped her and just slid my cock back and forth against her wet slit. She muttered obscenities and ground her clit against the plum head of my prick. I swung my hips, pulling my cock head low to nudge teasingly against her fuck hole, getting slick with her juices, then sliding up the length of her lips and bumping against her clit again. M cried in frustration, and tried to capture my prick without using her hands. I finally relented, and angled my prick straight up and down, head nestled between her lips. M opened her thighs eagerly and started spearing herself on my shaft, her impatience fighting with her need to stretch to accommodate the girth. After several partial strokes, she sank all the way down, her cunt lips gripping the very base of my cock, and she gave a big smile and a contented sigh. Then she lifted up and started fucking in earnest, pulling away and dropping down on my cock with an eagerness bordering on violence. I put my hands on her hip bones and every time she lifted up, i helped pull her down again. She paused for a minute to enjoy feeling so full, and reached behind and below her ass to pet my balls with her fingertips. I pulled her forward onto me and started fucking her from below, my thighs flexing and driving my pelvis up to batter her pubic bone. “Oooohh, fuck yes!”, she cried and I kept a steady pace, stretching her lips and pushing my way in and out. She cried against my chest and I palmed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, pulling her lips a little more open, letting me force my way a little deeper inside her. Her hips jerked and spasmed against me and I focused on speeding up and giving her a worthwhile ride. She came hard, slapping a hand against my chest. I pushed against her shoulders, sitting her upright on my prick and pushing her deeper. I slipped my hand at the wet sucking joint between us and stroked her clit with my thumb. She cursed me and cried, “I can’t take it, too much, I can’t…” and then her eyes lost focus and she came again, loudly. Her weight sagged against me and I pulled my hand back and pushed her upright again. I was getting close, and when I shot, I wanted to be sheathed to the hilt. I pumped frantically, and every muscle tightened at once, as I surged hot spray inside her pulsing pussy. I could count the hard desperate throbs, and then everything went slack. My legs loosened, M collapsed on my chest and my head fell back on the pillow. I put my hands on her back and rubbed circles,simply enjoying the touch of her skin again.

M was getting ready to leave for the evening, and came into the bedroom for a kiss goodbye. I was sprawled on the bed, reading. I lolled my head back and presented my face for a sweet peck on the lips. I smiled and asked her “Got time for more than a kiss?” She grinned and said “What do you have in mind?”

I turned around on the bed and laid on my back, head hung off the edge of the bed. M shoved her pants to the floor and kicked them off her ankles, and straddled my head. My tongue found her cleft and started petting and stroking, parting her lips. I didn’t know how much time she would allow me, so I didn’t attempt any subtlety. I lapped hungrily at her cunt, and she twisted her hips and ground against my face and jaw. Her thighs clamped against my ears so I could not hear her panting moans. I just sucked and licked eagerly, speeding up when I felt her knees sag and her thighs tremble, then giving her a slight respite when her thighs clamped rigid against me. I pulled at her labia with my lips, tugging at them and brushing them apart so that I could lick right up the middle of her slit.

She pulled back from my head, breathing heavy, and said, “You’re gonna have to fuck me, now.” I grinned at her, “How do you want it?” “Standing”, she replied.

I rolled off the bed and stood a couple of feet back. M stepped between me and the bed and folded at the hips, resting her forearms on the comforter. I stepped closer to her and nosed my cock between her thighs. Her lips felt tight but from this position particularly, I knew she wanted it rougher. I pushed forward, bullying past her lips and worked on getting my cock seated deep inside her. I pulled back and forth several times, each stroke gathering a little more moisture, sinking a little farther in until my ball sack was slapping at her clit and she sagged forward on the bed. I held her up by her hip bones and rocked my pelvis back and forth quickly, boring into her feverishly. My fat cock head brushed repeatedly against her g-spot and M buried her face in the spread and moaned incoherently. With fingering and licking, she wants a reprieve after each orgasm, a moment to recover her senses. But with fucking, she takes all I can give her, with not a moment’s rest. Her cunt twitched and clutched at my as she cried out in release, and I just kept pounding, delighting in her reaction. As she came, she sagged farther and farther down, until she was all but lying face down on the bed. I eventually had to pull back, since I couldn’t stand up and still reach her.

She panted for a moment, then rolled over onto her back and spread her legs for me. “I guess you’ll just have to finish this way.” I smiled wickedly and climbed between her thighs. She eagerly seized my prick and fed it into her waiting snatch, and I resumed thrusting eagerly. M reached behind me and dug her nails into the small of my back, urging me forward. Her heels dug into my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper into her shuddering pussy. I lifted one of her legs over my arm and split her open as I thrust, and M tossed her head side to side, mouthing filthy words with no rhyme or reasons, as only a (former) Catholic girl can. I slipped my arm under her other leg and lifted it as well, holding both of her legs in front of me and together. I folded her in half and thrust with abandon. Something about this position tightened her spasming little twat even further and she cried aloud as I mounted her bent thighs and forced my way into her over and over. My arms carried most of my weight and my knees slid freely against the bed as my hips jerked and pushed. I finally crossed that threshold and with several more thrusts ended with my cock sunk deep between her legs as I fired hot cum into her as she shuddered and shook. I perched there frozen, letting my cock pulse repeatedly, slowing down and begin softening. I finally pulled back and gently lowered M’s over-stretched thighs to the bed. I looked down at her disheveled form and grinned. “I think you’re going to be late.”

When I came downstairs, M was still mostly asleep, face down in the bed. I took off my night shirt and slipped under the covers and curled against her. We snuggled like that for a few minutes, M sharing her warmth with me. After several minutes, she sat up and trotted to the bathroom. When she came back, she curled on the foot of the bed, tangled in my legs, propped a book on my hipbone and started to read. I felt lazy and dizzy and self-indulgent, as if I was mildly stoned. I pulled a pillow half over my head to block the light and stretched. M moved her book further up until it was resting more on my side. I lifted one leg high and swung it over her head and brought it down beside her, so that I was lying flat on my back and she was sitting between my outstretched legs. I stretched like a cat, long and luxurious, shamelessly putting myself on display for her. M shifted her book and continued to read for a while longer, as I let my mind wander. I felt something nudge my flaccid penis in a way that seemed unfamiliar. “What’s that?” I asked. “My nose”, she said, and I could hear a smile in her voice. She nudged it once, twice more, and I felt her hot moist breath.

I laid back, completely passive, ready to have this all wash over me. I felt a tentative lick, then another, and then my prick was immersed in hot wetness. I was swallowed, lost. Like a flip had been switched, my cock thickened and lengthened and outgrew the warm wet confines. Now my cock felt washes of cool air while the warmth covered my swollen head and slid up and down. I arched my back, lifting my hips up, blindly looking for more.

Abruptly, my cock was bobbing free and legs were being disentangled from mine. My head tossed under the pillow and I stretched my legs out, reaching and flexing. A weight settled on my hips and my cock was wrapped by a hot tight velvet glove. My head spun, dizzy and helpless while this succubus sat my my hips and filled my dreams. My entire focus was the slippery sleeve riding my cock, milking, squeezing, bouncing up and down. I thrashed and bucked, twisting any direction that increased the sensations and brought me more pleasure. Panting, writhing, I just wanted to be deeper, to be possessed fully by this poltergeist. And then my shaded eyelids exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors and my prick pulsed hotly and I was suddenly aware of the sound of panting breaths.

I stirred fairly early on Sunday morning. The day looked gray and cool outside the bedroom window, and I burrowed deeper into bed and pressed against M for warmth. She made a happy noise deep in her breast and pressed back against me, fitting her backside close to me. I slipped an arm under her resting head and pulled her shoulders to mine and started dropping feather kisses on her neck. She gave a pleased little wiggle, providing some warming friction between us.

With my arm around her shoulders, I used the fingers of that hand to paint across M’s nipples, feeling them come to attention. With my other hand, I massaged her hip, molding my fingers into her pelvis and slowly shifting the muscles under my hand. She squirmed and claimed I was tickling her. Tickling or not, anything that made her twist, push and breathe heavy seemed like a happy opening gambit to me. My hand sidled from her hip to her pubic bone, brushing through her small landing strip of hair and then descending over her pussy. Her lips were swollen from all the play of the day before, tight and withdrawn. I slowly dragged my fingers back and forth, up and down her lips, patiently playing with her. Meanwhile my other hand got a little more insistent, rolling her nipples between my finger tips, then cupping her entire breast and squeezing softly. I sucked at the base of her neck, scraping the tender skin with my teeth. She inhaled sharply and bent her neck to protect herself for just a second, then leaned the other way, inviting even more. I gave her a lingering, wet kiss in the crook of her neck and shoulder, holding it until she purred and squirmed against me. When I finally pulled away from her neck, she lifted a leg and swung it back over mine, encouraging me to delve into her honey pot.

I caressed along her lips, feeling them gradually open and part like flower petals welcoming the morning sun. I ran a finger along her hood and then shifted the skin softly, teasing the clit within. She moaned and rubbed her ass back against my stiffening cock, trapping it in the cleft of her ass and giving me a bare lap dance. I lightly pinched her labia between two fingers and pulled, stretching them out and then letting them pull free from the friction. I parted the lips and found traces of moisture welling from within. I teased the opening of her pussy, running my finger just around the rim, gathering her honey and then spreading it over her lips and clit. She gasped when I brushed her clit directly, and ground her ass against me with renewed enthusiasm.

I assumed she might be a bit sore from the previous day, and so slid my fingers in small circles over her clit hood, massaging her indirectly. She took it patiently for a few minutes, enjoying the slow lazy feeling, the spreading heat between her thighs. Soon enough, she was anxiously twitching her hips, trying to get more direct pressure on her clit, trying selfishly to get off. I left her hanging for a bit, resisting her efforts and instead teased her by continuing the same slow, steady stroking on the hood. I waited until she was whimpering before I relented, letting my fingertips graze her exposed clit just enough, spreading more of her flow until she was slick and then letting my fingers slip and glide freely over her clit until she leaned her head back on my shoulder and cried a long shuddering moan in orgasm. I clasped my fingers tight over her mound and held pressure, stretching out her orgasm for several long trembling seconds.

Once she could breath again, she bumped me with her hip, pushing me away, and then rolled onto all fours and came towards me. She pushed my shoulder back, rolling me supine, stiff cock jutting into the air. She ducked her head and took my cock in her mouth, briefly, just to get it good and wet, then lifted up and carefully eased her leg over my hip bones, settling her pussy over my cock and shifting back and forth, crushing my cock against her lips and clit. She gave only seconds of rutting before reaching down between her legs and nudging my cock head at the hungry mouth of her pussy. With a satisfied push and sigh, she sank down, taking my cock inside her. She sat still for a second, stretching, taking it all in, before she started a slow rocking back and forth, barely thrusting at all. I lifted my hands to her breasts, cupping them, lifting, pressing her nipples between my fingers. M’s eyes closed and she started moving more enthusiastically, lifting and falling on my cock, skewering herself on my shaft. She leaned forward a little, and I lifted my knees and started thrusting back at her, meeting each push. Between the thrusts and my teasing her nipples, she got lost in the pleasure and eventually stopped thrusting, crouched on my cock, accepting my thrusts form below. She started a running stream of obscenity, “Yes… oh god yes, so fucking good… so… fuck, yes, fuck…” I kept a steady pace, letting her ride this wave as it built and built and then crashed down around her in a loud quivering cum. She lay forward, collapsing on my chest. Her folded legs and parted cheeks meant her pussy blossomed behind her and I resumed shafting her from below, flexing my thighs and battering her clenching snatch. I moved my hands to her shoulders, supporting her weight, bringing her to just the right angle and settling her weight back through her hips, pushing against me. I pistoned eagerly, and when I felt the surge coming, I pushed her hard, pinning her on my cock while it surged and pulsed in release deep inside her. After several seconds, I let her collapse on my chest again and wrapped my arms around her, profoundly drained and renewed, all at once.

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.

I woke up from a cold hard, post-sex nap. M was still in bed and still firmly asleep. I inched closer and spooned against her back, pressing my hips into hers. She stirred slightly, as did my cock, and so I decided to push my luck.

I gently tugged on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. I laid on my side, looking down at M, her hair mussed, her breasts slowly rising and falling. I ran my fingertips through her pubes and across her lips, and found her still slick from a combination of my semen and her own juices. i lowered my head and licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue, and it stiffened instantly. M rolled her head towards me and opened her eyes. She murmured softly, but still seemed half asleep.

I moved between her thighs, crouched on my knees, and her eyes opened wider and she smiled up at me. “Well, hell-o!” Fully stiff now, I slid my cock against M’s moist pussy, parting her cunt lips with my head and shaft. She moaned and tilted her tailbone up at me, offering herself up. I slid in easily, and started a slow, luxurious fuck. M purred at me, and gave an exaggerated “waking up” stretch at the same time that I started stretching her swollen and well-used pussy. I lifted her right leg over my arm to open her fully and pushed in deep, earning a gasp from her, and she started moaning in time with my thrusts. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands over her breasts, squeezing roughly. Her pussy started squeezing me rhythmically and I was very aware of my cock head pushing past the tight corrugation of her inner walls. I kept thrusting, rubbing her raw and in a few more seconds her pussy clamped down tight on me and she started her chant “ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod…” as she came for me. I lifted her leg just a little more and started pushing deeper, trying to push her chant into a loud moan. having cum so recently, I didn’t think I would have more in me, but nothing gets me off more than watching a beautiful girl climax. I felt my sack tighten and passed that point of no return, where I knew I was going to come in the next few seconds, and all that’s left is to end on a good, deep, satisfying stroke. I pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and then sank deep against her and my cock surged hot and wet inside her clutching pussy. I stayed locked in place for several seconds, and then pulled back and slowly eased her over-stretched leg back to the bed. M smiled at me and said “That was amazing! You have permission to fuck me while I’m asleep any time.”, and then she rolled over in bed and drifted right back to sleep.