Slippery Bits

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 Her lips were swollen from all the play of the day before, tight and withdrawn.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.

M and I had played with each other several times during the previous day, fingering, licking, sucking at intervals through the afternoon, but for some reason we never “sealed the deal”. Then Saturday morning had been busy with various chores and obligations. By the time we climbed into bed Saturday afternoon for a nap, sleeping was definitely not the first thing on our minds. 🙂 We tossed and turned for a bit, snuggling briefly in one position, then another, then another.

We finally settled with M on her back and me curled beside her. I started lightly brushing my fingers along the lips of her pussy, idly stroking and teasing, tracing the folds and turns of her lips, running my finger tip into the furrows. M opened her legs wider, giving me access. I grew more specific in my stroking, parting her lips and making sure to brush across her clit lightly. She started squirming, and I decided to give her something to struggle against.

She had one arm pinned already, where it rested under my head. I reached my arm out under her shoulders and grabbed hold of her other wrist, capturing it. My legs wrapped around her nearest leg, locking it tight in my grasp. She had one leg free to thrash and flail about with, but otherwise I had her well subdued. I started playing with her pussy in earnest now, tugging at her lips, then spreading them wide. She was wet already, in anticipation, and I used the oozing honey to moisten her lips, hood and clit, making her slippery. My fingers slid freely between her labia and against her clit, and she bit her lower lip as her hips started bucking side to side, pulling against my leg-lock. I focused on her clit and brought her to a fast orgasm, panting breathless and then crying out loud. I gave her no reprieve and continued stroking her over-stimulated clit, just for the pleasure of feeling her struggle against me. And she did, her arms straining, muscles taut, hips bucking and pulling, trying to get free while I wrenched another orgasm from her drooling pussy. She cried loudly when she came, sweat breaking on her brow.

I gave her the briefest moment to rest, released her limbs and ordered her “climb onto my chest.” M gave her head a tiny shake to clear her senses, and then sat up and rolled to her knees. I laid flat on my back, centered on the bed and she crawled up the bed and swung a thigh across my neck and settled back on my chest. I wrapped both arms around her thighs and held tight while I brought my tongue to her honeyed pussy. I pulled her lips into my mouth and tugged on them and then pulled my head back until the pulled free. I lapped with my tongue, starting at the bottom of her cunt tasting her flow, then moving upwards to spread her lips with my tongue, then further until I wish flicking at her clit with a stedy pace until she was pounding on the wall with her palm and squeezing my ears with her thighs. I paused for a bit, blowing cool air on her pussy, until her breathing slowed and she settled into place again. I licked high on her clit hood, giving her tender clit head a little break. It takes a little longer, licking that high, but it works just the same, and before long M is moaning again and I have to tighten my grip on her thighs to hang on as she thrashes.

She pulls away from me and pants, “I can’t take any more licking. No more. I want to be fucked now, give me your cock!”

She crawled backwards from my chest down to my hips, and started rubbing her soaked pussy against my cock. She bobbed down, taking just the head of my cock into her pussy when i stopped her. “I want you to face the other direction. Turn around.” She lifted off my hips and backed up further, and sucked my cock head into her mouth, tasting her own pussy. She looked up and gave me a grin before spinning around to face my feet. “Pull your legs together”, she told me, and then backed up until her pussy was brushing my cock. She reached between her legs and aimed my cock, then pushed back and took it inside her.

With my legs together and her hands braced against my knees, I couldn’t do much but watch her ass bob up and down on my cock. I grabbed her hips with my hands and helped slam her down on me faster or harder, but mostly I was overwhelmed by her servicing me, having her way with me. She rode my cock like a teenaged equestrian learning how to “ride trot”. Her thighs flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed as she rode up and down the shaft of my cock. The overwhelming stimulation, the smell of our sweat and musk, the sight of her cunt grabbing at my cock, all over came me at once, and I grabbed her hips and pulled down hard where I could pulse my cum inside her. She sat still, feeling the surges of my prick, breathing heavily until my cock deflated and pulled free of her clutches.

M rolled off me, and laid on her side next to me. I pulled her tight and kissed her neck, and she purred and snuggled back closer to me. We both drifted to sleep in seconds, tired, sticky and content.

Profoundly grateful to be home again, and thrilled to have some time with M. We were naked on the bed, cuddling under a thin blanket. We snuggled and rubbed back and forth for a bit before I decided we needed a little assistance. M rolled onto her back and I opened a bottle of oil. Holding the bottle over here, I dribbled a few drops on her chest, then slowly moved down, drizzling onto her belly, and each thigh. I used my palm to spread the oil, working it into her skin. The oil was thick and smelled of oranges and vanilla, like a dreamsicle of my youth. Her skin was thirsty for the moisture, and I spread even more oil across her chest, massaging it into the underside of her breasts and taking the opportunity to roll her nipples between my fingers, making them stand at attention. “Roll onto your side, facing the wall”, I instructed her. She complied, and I dripped oil along the crest of her hips and across her thighs. Setting the bottle down, I pressed close to her, nestling my cock between her cheeks and sliding back and forth.

“I’ll be right back”, M said, and trotted off to the bathroom. I rolled onto my back and settled myself under the blanket, “pitching a tent”. M came back into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. She lifted the blanket and slithered in from the bottom, slowly traveling up the length of my body. She ducked her head and slid it between my thighs. My scrotum was bathed in her silky hair, and she nudged side to side, washing my cock and balls in her tresses. After several seconds of delightful teasing, she lifted up and moved forward enough that she could give my prick a long, lingering lick from root to crown. She continued her crawl, bringing her arms and shoulder past my hips. My cock jutted between her breasts, and I reached down to press them together so they trapped my cock. I slid my hips up and down, my cock moving easily between the oily slipperiness of her full breasts. She kissed my abdomen as I rutted against her, and then continued crawling forward until she was straddling my hips and our groins were pushed together.

“Are you going to fuck me?”, she asked? I so definitely was, but I wanted to tease her and draw things out for just a little, and so I lapsed into one of our common role playing scenarios. “I don’t think I should. What about your boyfriend? Does he even know you were coming over here? When you came to sun on my deck, did you also tell him you’d be grinding against my dick?”

I ground my cock against her moist lips, teasing her, rubbing roughly against her lips and clit. M whimpered with impatience, and struggled to catch my fat cock head between her lips. “What? Don’t remind me about him.He doesn’t know I came over here at all. He doesn’t need to know. Just fuck me, please, don’t make me beg!”

I teased her mercilessly, pulling my hips back each time she was getting close to impaling herself on my cock, then pushing forward to grind against her again. “If I’m going to help you cheat on your boyfriend, there better be something in it for me.” She looked at me with hungry, pleading eyes and asked, “What? What could you want? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I want you to be at my beck and call. I could use a new fuck toy for the summer. Will you be my little play cunt? I’ll call you whenever I want, and you’ll drop whatever you’re doing, leave your boyfriend wondering, and you’ll come over and drain my balls for me. And after I’ve used your body for a while, you can go back to him with the taste of my cum in your mouth.”

She cried and humped against me with frustration. “He’ll find out! I couldn’t possibly… this has to be a one time thing! Please, just fuck me, and I promise …”

I could smell her wet twat by now, the musk mingling with the orange from her body oil, and the mixture of it all was making me madly horny. “As eager as you are right now, you think you can resist coming back for seconds? If your boyfriend is so important to you, why don’t you run to him? Can’t he give you a good hard fucking? Does he not stuff his cock into you the way you need?”

She panted and rutted, eager and shameless now. “Just forget him. I can’t think about him now. Please, fill me with your cock. Split me open, please, I’ll do anything you want!”

“Anything? You’ll be my little summer slut? You’ll let me use you however I like, whenever I like? You’re gonna give up that little ass to me?” I nudged my cock head towards her lips and ran it back and forth, spreading her fluids and teasing her mercilessly.

“Yes, anything, whatever you want. Use me, fuck me, take advantage of me! Just please, put it in! I need your cock so badly…” In one move, I pushed forward and she gasped aloud. “Oooh, you’re going to split me wide open!” I pushed harder, trying to get as deep as possible, hoping I would leave her just sore enough that she remembered it all afternoon. She bucked against me, wild and out of control. I held her hips with both hands, pinning her down on my cock and thrust from below, reaming in and out of her. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, and she glistened with sweat and oil, slippery and warm. I thrust mindlessly, already seeing flashes of white as her hungry cunt squeezed my cock, milking my, pulling against me. M cried out in orgasm, her abdominal muscles convulsing. She locked tight against me, trying to hold the moment, and I pushed on insistently, giving her no rest, driving into her until her eyes opened wild and a little scared. I pushed and pushed, driving her into another orgasm, and when she cried again, I exploded into her, my head swimming and my chest heaving for air. She fell onto me and I wrapped my arms around her shoulder an hugged her tightly as I pulsed wetly inside her clasping cunt. I smiled softly and whispered, “Excellent, so I have a new fuck toy for the summer. She smiled contently and gave me a little extra squeeze.

As I was teasing her this morning, she asked for help stretching her hips. I sat up between her thighs and stretched one leg high and leaned into it, pressing my cock along her splayed lips. She groaned low, whether in response to the stretch or the pressure against her cunt, I did not know. I leaned further, opening her hamstrings and gently sliding my hips back and forth against hers. She screwed her eyes tight and I continued to push and grind. When I saw her brow furrow, I pulled back and eased her leg to the bed, and then slowly raised her other leg and moved in closely to resume grinding against her. She moaned again, and then purred, “I want your cock inside me! You’re not just going to tease me, right?” I smiled down at her. “Me? I’m just helping you stretch your hips.” I leaned farther into the stretch, and rubbed against her a little more actively, seeing which one made her break first. She started breathing very slow and deep, trying to will her muscles to let go, and shifted her hips to get just a little more friction from me.

I guided her second leg to the mattress as well, and then leaned on both arms over her, continuing to rut against her wet pussy. “Do you feel all stretched out?” She pouted at me, “Not stretched like I want to be!” I pressed hard against her clit and ground back and forth, ducking my head to give quick sucks and pulls on her nipple at the same time. She rolled her hips back and forth, trying to nudge the head of my cock between her lips, and I kept pulling back and pressing forward, playing cat and mouse with her.

When the not-so-dry humping had both of us worked up, I finally let her win, and drove my cock into her, bullying past the folds of her lips and pushing roughly inside. She groaned and wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into the small of my back, urging me forward. I was so wired from all the rubbing, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I swayed my hips left and right, settling deep into her pussy, and then started shafting her aggressively, pushing to get us both off as fast as possible. I felt her freeze and shudder against me, pulling my shoulders down towards her. Feeling her clutch and clasp, I let myself go and came inside her, one of those deep, satisfying orgasms that feel like they drain you completely.