Slippery Bits

M met me at the airport in a dress that came down to her knees and buttoned all the way up the front. She was wearing tall black boots, and stockings that ended just barely above her hemline. When I came through the security gate, I was desperate to plunge my hand up her dress to see if she was wearing any panties, but I didn’t dare with the crowd surrounding us. And sure enough, the crowd stayed thick all the way through the terminal and the parking garage. It wasn’t until we got in the car and her dress rode up to show a flash of thigh that I finally got a chance to stroke her thigh, and then reach higher to find completely bare skin. M gave me a grin, and started the car. I continued petting her thighs as she drove me home, but I didn’t do any more, since I wanted her to be able to stay on the road.

We finally got home and carried in bags, and there was a brief bit of settling and putting the minimum necessary things away. When I came downstairs, I found M lying back on the bed, with the bottom three buttons of her dress undone and her legs parted. “It took you long enough”, she said, and I dropped to my knees to express my appreciation. Her lips were already spread wide; she must have been anticipating this all evening. I plastered my lips to her open pussy, sucked firmly until I had a grasp of flesh, and then pulled back my head, tugging at the flesh, letting it slowly pull free from the suction, ending with her upper lips and clit hood. I repeated the gesture over and over, ducking my head, sucking deep and slowly pulling away, like I was thirsty for every drop of fluid I could suck off her. She grabbed my head with both hands and held me in place, urging me to start licking her. I was ready to hear her scream, and so started flicking my tongue up and down, slapping her clit in double-time. She threw her head back and grunted her release as I drove her to a hard, savage orgasm. As soon as she peaked, I squeezed her hood with my lips, holding pressure while I felt the blood pulse in her cunt.

I stood up and pulled M to her feet, and led her to a clear expanse of wall. I shoved her against the wall roughly, bumping her enough to open her eyes wide. With one of my oversized hands, I clasped both of her wrists and held them over her head, pinning them to the wall. I leaned my head in and started biting her neck, while my free hand moved to her pussy and started rubbing up and down, plowing a furrow between her lips. She cried out, and I slapped at her thighs. “Open your legs, bitch! Spread those thighs widely for me.” She shuffled her legs wide apart, bending at her knees to open wide. “You thought you were going to tease me, didn’t you? You thought you were going to taunt me with your pussy, like you did to all of those boys in high school.” I returned to fiercely rubbing her pussy and biting her neck, making her whimper and squirm under my attention. She pled her case, “No, wasn’t, I promise.” I continued rubbing, shutting up her protestations with an orgasm. “You better not deny me. I own you, don’t I? I own your body, and I own your pussy, and I own you!” “Yes, you own me, please…” I broke from rubbing her and knelt down a bit so that I could bite her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She cried out in surprise, pain and pleasure. I pressed my fingers together and swung flatly, slapping her pussy lips and clit with a stinging, wet “Pop!” She yelped and I rubbed the impact, feeling the hot flush coming to the surface, engorging her clit. I alternated rubbed her clit, making her twist as she came with sudden unexpected slaps. She sagged from her pinned wrists, sobbing with release and pleasure. I slapped again, and taunted her. “You’re going to feel this in the morning, aren’t you? I want you to think about this when you first wake up tomorrow morning. I want to you think about how roughly and how thoroughly you have been used.” As she came again she sobbed, “I will, I promise, I will!”

Letting her arms down, I pushed her back to the foot of the bed and bent her over double. Her shoulders and head crushed into the bed and I slid into position behind her and with no hesitation I sank my cock right into her. The blanket muffled her shock and I pulled her ass cheeks apart so that I could sink as deep as possible, feeling her wet split cunt sucking at the root of my cock. I pounded fiercely, not caring if I was battering her lips or tearing her open. I wanted her to walk funny afterwards, I wanted her to move gingerly and feel dominated, owned. Her shoulders shook and her head trembled as she cried and moaned through orgasms while I pounded into her savagely, pulling her hips back to meet mine in a wet slap. My cock throbbed bigger than normal and rammed in and out, pushing and pulling her lips with each thrust, scraping past her g-spot every time I plunged in again. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, my ass tightened and I arched against into her, every muscle rigid as I fired hot cum as deeply as I could reach. Her thighs trembled and her panting peaked, and then gradually began to slow and steady. I held my position for several seconds, enjoying the throbbing, pulsing. My fading erection had just enough presence to allow me to thrust into her another for a while longer, and I could feel how wet to overflowing she was with our combined fluids. I finally leaned back and with a wet plop my cock came free from her pussy. We both sagged over the bed, catching our breath.

I’ll take more trips if every welcome home is like this.

We were sprawled on the bed, lounging. To be honest, I was so drained from our previous encounters that I didn’t think we would be having sex again. But she looked so good lying there, stretched out on her back. It started with me idly stroking her thigh, drawing my fingertips along the soft flesh high and inside. She shifted her thighs open a little, but otherwise deigned not to notice my attentions. I moved my hand up a little further and started lightly stroking her pussy. I noticed how puffy and swollen her lips were from the earlier sex, and how wet she was, whether from her own flow or from the last remnants of my own cum slowly leaking forth, I did not know. Her lips were open and protruding already, and I used my fingers to paint everything slickly wet and smooth. My finger slipped freely between her folds, riding up and down her crease, and when I looked up at her eyes again, this time I had her full attention and she watched me, half-lidded and intoxicated with arousal.

I was still reclining back, and wasn’t even completely convinced I was doing more than teasing her a bit. But for some reason I pulled at her hip and rolled her over onto her belly. I rolled a little onto my side and slid one hand under M’s hips and stretched to reach her clit. With my other hand I reached between her legs and slid a thumb into her wet pussy. I was getting her from both sides, my thumb rocking in and out of her pussy, rubbing along the corrugated ridges of her g-spot, while my other hand was sliding her clit inside the folds of her hood. This was far past teasing now, and her hips humped up and down on the bed and she rose into her latest orgasm.

Still face down, M lifted her near leg and draped it over mine, so that my hand under her had a little more freedom to move. I continued my dual assault, sometimes alternating attention, stroking her clit until she was writhing, then holding my fingers still and firm against her clit while my thumb took over, reaming her pussy open. She twisted and writhed into two more orgasms, moaning into the pillows and cursing quietly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again! I can’t take any more, I can’t… fuck!…” It drives me wild when she looses control like that, and I can’t resist trying to push her past what she thinks she can take. Her cries, her writhing motions and the heavy musk in the air worked their spell on me and I found myself stiff and throbbing again. I continued to plunge my thumb in and out of her, spreading a little more moisture around her lips.

I pulled my hands free from her gasping pussy, and then pulled her over me just a little more, until my cock was close enough that I could just begin to move my cock head between her lips. I don’t recall ever trying a position quite like this before. I was face up, only slightly rolled to my side. M was face down, and turned at a 45 degree angle from me, one thigh between my legs and the other draped over me. When my fat cock head nudged into her, M started pushing back, eager to help, eager to take the shaft inside her. She worked backwards, I twisted and arched forwards and soon we were both thrusting blindly. It was wet, fast, anonymous sex. There was no eye contact, no warm familiar body leaning over me, no whispered words of encouragement. There was just the humping, flailing of my hips, pistoning into a hole that had found its way into my lap. And M was in much the same state, no body under her to lean down on, no hands behind her to support her. She was just face down on the bed, her hips sprawled obscenely open, getting fucked by a prick, by a man she couldn’t even see. All she could do was try to press back into it and accept what came.

I rolled onto my side a little more, hungry to get more of my cock buried into this drenched pussy, trying to find more purchase to push harder, faster, deeper. M cried incoherently into the bed as I used her pussy roughly, my cock moving at unfamiliar angles, pulling at the sides of her lips as I pushed in and out. I clamped one palm over her ass cheek and pulled it roughly open, parting her thighs just a little more, letting me push just a fraction of an inch deeper into her. M’s voice was ragged, panting out half-formed oaths and pleas, while I felt fluid from her pussy collect at the base of my cock and trickle down my balls. I pushed and pushed, and just when I thought I wouldn’t come again this night, I felt the familiar constriction in my scrotum and I raced towards the end, urgently pushing into her again and again, arching my hips up, twitching back and forth, trying to maintain the pace until I finally arched, spasmed, and held my position as deep inside M’s cunt as I could reach. Her pussy walls twitched and pulled at my cock, milking hungrily at me. When I finally released my grasp the barest bit, we fell apart, exhausted, flat on the bed and panting.

We were both lounging idly on the bed when I found my hand unconsciously stroking M’s thigh. She opened her thighs a little wider, but otherwise pretended not to notice, and I moved my hand high and inside, and increased my pressure slightly. I finally gave up all pretense of casualness, and moved my hand up to her pussy to explore. Her lips were puffy swollen from the earlier two rounds, and she was already wet, though I couldn’t tell if it was her own fluids, or the last oozing remnants of my own. I gently pinched her lips together and rubbed my finger and thumb back and forth, rolling her clit between the folds of her lips, making her moan lightly in pleasure. Knowing her clit was a little over stimulated, I tugged on her hip and rolled her over until she was flat on her belly, on thigh cocked and resting over my legs. I was still lying flat in bed, but with her hips near my lap, I slipped my hand between her thighs, and eased my thumb into her waiting pussy.

She inhaled sharply as I worked past her battered lips, until my thumb was wet enough that it slid freely. She began to softly grunt in time with my strokes, as my thumb slid nearly all the way out, and then eased back in and rubbed past the velvet corrugation of her g-spot. Still face down, moaning into the bed, M began humping her hips up and down, trying to meet the strokes of my thumb. She was in a mostly helpless position, thighs spread wantonly, hips jerking about, searching for some purchase against this invading digit.

There’s nothing that gets me hotter than pushing a woman’s buttons, but I was still a little surprised to find myself stiff again, pulsing and eager for action. I pulled M backwards a little, more into my lap and moved my head towards her waiting lips. I don’t think I had ever tried such a position before. I was flat on my back, and M was face down, turned at a 45 degree angle from me. One of her legs was between mine, and the other was thrown all the way across me, pushing her shoulders and face into the bed. I lifted my hips a little and started rubbing my fat cock head between her swollen lips, spreading the moisture. With a slight additional push, I slipped the head into her clutching cunt, and she started worming backwards, trying to get more of my cock inside her.

It felt like raw, impersonal, anonymous sex. There was nothing familiar about the angle or the stroke, and there was no comforting presence of a body pressed against mine. There was just a warm wet cunt grasping at my cock, and my hips pushing, thrusting, arching to get deeper inside it. M moaned incomplete oaths and curses into the mattress, and took the rough shafting. “Oh please, I can’t cum again, I can’t… fuck! fuck!…”

I almost didn’t think I would have another orgasm, but the novel position and M’s cries worked their magic on me, and I felt the familiar tightening in my scrotum. I could feel my cock head pushing rudely at her lips and I stroked in and out, and I could feel M’s juices collecting at the base of my cock and a slow trickle rolling down my balls. The room was filled with a musky sex funk and M’s ragged, raw voice. I thrusted high and firm, trying to get as deep as I could inside her as I neared orgasm, and when the lights flashed white, I was arched and rigid, feeling M’s hungry cunt pull and milk at me, draining me dry.

M announced, “I’m ready to be licked again”, and who was I to deny her? She sprawled out from the corner of the bed, her favorite position, and I moved in close and brushed her lips with my nose. She was still wet and swollen from our previous round, and even gentle slow licking made her moan with pleasure. I had an agenda, and teased her right to the cusp of orgasm, and then held her there for as long as I could. She waggled around futilely, trying to get more direct pressure until she finally complained, “Please, let me cum!” I grinned and pulled back. “If I’m doing all the work and you’re getting all of the orgasms, I think this should be arranged for my comfort.” I laid flat on my back and gestured for her to come to me. She gave the briefest of whining moans, but wasted no time scrambling over my chest and settled her pussy over my face. As she settled in place, her thighs and lips parted even wider, spread obscenely for me to taste, suck and lick.

I curled my arms around her and held her hips in place while I started flicking my tongue. M cried out and twisted over me, first turning her cunt so that my tongue reached exactly where she liked it, and then trying to twist away when the stimulation became too much for her to bear. I was done teasing her though, and turned and twisted with her, lashing at her clit until she cried and screamed in release. I kissed and bit at her thigh, giving her the briefest break, trying to be patient while she recovered her sense. But I was impatient and hungry for more, and soon plunged my tongue forward again, stroking the shaft of her clit and then brushing the head until the pattern repeated all over again.

I was content to do that forever it seemed, but M had other plans. She lifted up slight and turned around in place, settling her cunt on my face again, but this time laying down along my torso and bringing her mouth to my cock. I wrapped my arms around her waist and started abusing her anew. I played a game, trying to make her cum so hard and so fast she couldn’t keep her head bobbing on my cock but had to pull back to cry out. I gently bit, pulled and sucked on her lips, which interrupted the rhythm of her own sucking, but certainly didn’t stop her. I did long lazy strokes, from the top of her clit hood all the way across and past her clit head and along her lips. Her head stopped bobbing and I could feel her mouth tighten on my cock as she cried out in pleasure. I pressed my advantage, licking furiously at her, feeling her thighs quiver and her hips struggle until she pulled her lips off my cock and cried out “No more! I can’t take it, please, just wait…”

I pushed her off me roughly and she laid limp, trembling. I rolled to the side of the bed and came standing on unsteady feet, then grabbed her ass and pulled her legs off the side of the bed, burying her face in the pillows. Raising her ass high in the air, I supported her hip with one hand and drove my cock into her twitching cunt. She shouted her release into the bed while I pushed, pulled back, and rammed forward again, slapping roughly into her. Despite having cum recently myself, I could feel the surge of excitement, and raced forward. My balls swung freely, slapping her pussy with each thrust. Her moans and cries came forth continuously as I ground her g-spot over and over until my vision flashed white, my knees buckled and I throbbed wetly into her clutching cunt. I sagged forward, trapping her against the bed until I could breathe again.

I was lying on my back on the hotel bed when M said to me, “Did you know my pussy is waxed?” I played along. “Oh is it? Prove it.” She lifted her skirt to show her bare pudenda. I moved so that my head was dangling off the edge of the bed. “Come here and show me closer.” She walked around the bed, stepped wide and moved in so that her thighs bracketed my cheeks. I inhaled deeply, pulling her fresh musk into my lungs. I nuzzled my nose into the folds of her pussy, nudging my way between her lips, When she was spread and my nose was the faintest bit damp, I snaked out my tongue and gave a friendly lick. she purred faintly and bent her knees enough to press firmly against my face.

I started lapping at her dewy cunt, licking from the top down, stroking along the shaft of her clit while my nose poked and prodded. Her purr caught in her throat and she leaned forward over my torso, resting her head on my belly while I licked insistently. My arms wrapped around her waist and my palms molded to her ass so that she couldn’t escape the determined tongue lashing. Her knees buckled and she sagged onto me further, pussy crushed against my face, grinding roughly against me. She chanted unthinking oaths as the wave of an orgasm picked her up and crashed her down again. Her thighs clamped on my head and held me mostly still while my lips held firm against her throbbing clit. When her breathing steadied slightly, she lifted her head and said, “I need to be lying down for this.”

She stepped away from my just long enough to shuck her skirt, blouse and boots, and the laid on the bed with her head in one corner. I stretched on my belly in front of her and nestled my face in her wet pussy. Because she had just come, I started licking firmly high on the shaft, giving her tender clit head a scant few seconds of additional relief. In no time, she was unconsciously rolling her hips, trying to bring her clit directly under her tongue, aching for a release so intense she can only take bare seconds of it. I gave in and let her move until she got the focus just where she wanted it, which pushed her over the edge into another loud, crying orgasm. My arms were wrapped under her thighs, my hands clamped down on her hips, and when she twisted and cried from cumming, I kept lashing at her, pushing past her limits until she was bucking and twisting wildly.

When I finally turned loose, she was half out of her mind, head half under a pillow, hair tossed and tangled. I don’t think she even noticed that I pulled my mouth from her soaking wet cunt. While she was still gasping and insensate, I quickly moved into position and buried my cock into her. Her eyes sprang open and her belly and legs started thrashing, twisting as I used my cock to pin her to the mattress. She spread her legs wider, trying to pull me deeper in, and I lifted her thigh over one of my arms, spreading her obscenely. I pushed relentlessly, grinding my pelvis into her, rubbing her raw. She cried out, her cunt walls spasming and sucking at my cock until I pushed as deeply as I could and exploded deep inside her. I slowly lowered her thigh to the bed and leaned low over her, panting.

After a too-long interlude due to creeping illness, M and I finally got a chance to reconnect this morning. I came back to bed when she woke up and we rolled about and cuddled for a while. As my body heat wrapped around her, she gradually removed layer after layer of shirt until finally she was naked, aside from socks. I laid on my back and M curled against me, one thigh draped over my thigh. After playing coy for a bit, her knee raised slightly, until it was pressed against the underside of my stiffening cock. She moved her knee back and forth very gently while her fingers traced lines in my chest hair.

M came up on all fours and leaned over me, her hair draping down around our faces. We nuzzled into each other’s shoulders and neck, nibbling and kissing, gently, playfully. M leaned forward and I lapped at a nipple that came within reach. She dipped her shoulders and pushed her breast at me, asking for more. I cradled her nipple with my teeth, flicking at it with my tongue and holding snug when M leaned away from me, scraping her nipple in a toe-curling way.

M had already straddled me, and I could feel moisture leaking from her, dampening my cock and thighs and she moved back and forth. Obviously, she was ready and eager for more. She crept backwards until she was kneeling between my knees and bobbed her head down, pulling my jutting cock into her warm, insistent mouth. She sucked eagerly, but I could tell this was just a prelude. And indeed, within seconds she lifted up and moved back to straddle my hips. With a practiced ease, she seized my shaft with one hand and sank her hips down on it, pushing it inside her hungry cunt.

I spread M’s hips wide and settled her far back on my cock, giving her every bit of length I had to offer. I deliberately set a slow, lazy pace, keeping her on the edge of arousal, but denying her the orgasm she was hungry for. I would speed my thrusts, feeding her my cock a little more aggressively until I heard that urgent note in her moans. Then I slowed my pace and enjoyed long, luxurious strokes in and out of her velvet pussy. I pulled my cock back until the head threatened to pop free, and slowly shafted it home again, watching the reaction on her face.

M lifted one knee and planted her foot beside my hip, lifting herself slightly off my hips. I rolled a little to the side to stay perfectly aimed at her, and started arching into the air, fucking up at her drooling pussy with wet slapping strokes. She cried out, “Yes, I’m gonna cum! Yes!” and I decided she had waited long enough. I didn’t pull back this time, but kept a hard steady pace, slapping in and out of her. She came loudly, and the way her pussy sucked and spasmed on my cock pushed me over the edge. I pulled her hips down tight against my arched groin as I fired hot semen into her, pulsing, throbbing. Mmm, every long lazy morning should start this way.

M had an early appointment this morning, so when she opened her nightclothes to the top of her pubes and asked “Can you come lie down with me for a bit?”, I knew it would be brief.

I crawled under the blanket with her and we spooned just long enough to get warm. M rolled to face me and I inched towards the foot of the bed, stopping when my mouth was within easy reach of her breast and my hand of her groin. I gave her nipple a friendly lick, and then held it captive between my lips and teeth while I lashed it side to side with my tongue. I could see the faint baby hair on her arms stand up and she held her breath in response. I slipped my hand between her thighs, and she lifted one leg to give me space. I started stroking across her lips and clit hood, and she started breathing again, short, fast panting. I petted and sucked until her lips parted and I could feel faint traces of moisture leaking from her pussy. I sat upright and told her, “Lie on your back, with your head in the corner of the bed.” This gave me just enough room to lie on my belly before her, my mouth between her thighs. I gave her a few general explorative laps, like a puppy cleaning up food dropped in the floor, tongue splayed flat and molding to the surface, lapping all the way from top to bottom. When that spread her lips open, I moved up towards her clit, flickering my tongue back and forth, tiny little rasps that she couldn’t escape. She cupped my scalp with her palms and waggled her hips, trying to get more, and I obliged. I licked hard and fast at her open hood and engorged clit, and she rewarded me with a long shuddering orgasm.

When she stopped trembling, I sat up on my knees, preparing for another position. Before I could react, she spun sideways and pushed her mouth on my cock. I stayed in that position, put a hand on the back of her head and started gently fucking her warm, tight mouth. Her eyes cut sideways to look up at me, and she smiled around my cock as her head pushed back and forth, making me even stiffer. I only got a precious few seconds of this sight before she pulled away with a noisy sucking noise and reclined in front of me.

“Roll onto your side,” I directed her, and she grinned as she moved, anticipating one of her favorite positions. She laid on her side, with her bottom leg straight and her top leg curled. I stood on my knees, straddling her bottom leg and holding her top leg up with my arm. She reached down and grabbed my cock, and guided me into her. Something about this position seems to push all of M’s buttons. She hugged a pillow to her chest, and started crying out as I rocked in and out of her. My cock got a little deeper from this angle, her g-spot got rubbed hard by the ridge of my cock head scraping past it, her clit got teased as her lips were pushed in and out by my shaft, and all she could do was lie there and take it, muffling her screams with a pillow. I didn’t even know when or if she had a specific orgasm in this pose. She just cried and moaned without stopping while I pushed as hard, as fast and as deep as I knew how. Her bottom leg twitched and convulsed between my thighs as I hammered relentlessly. I didn’t try to delay the inevitable, but galloped towards my own orgasm with unfettered glee. When the moment came, I sank all the way in and held her steady while I shot and throbbed against the back of her wet cunt. I held that pose until my breathing slowed and her cries settled, and then I pulled my cock back as it make a wet shlurping noise popping free. She sighed heavily and said “Thank you!” before she got up and headed to the bathroom.

I was hurrying from one chore to another when M came upstairs and asked, “Can you help me for a minute?” I said “Sure.” in a distracted fashion and followed her down the hallway to the back room. When I got there, she had already removed her pants and was laying face down across the table, one knee cocked to the side, making her crotch open and available. Even as I reached for her, I was making excuses, “This will have to be a brief appetizer. I’m supposed to be working.”

I put one hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the table, and the other hand slipped between her thighs and reached under to manipulate her clit. I love this position for rubbing a pussy; my fingers can reach the clit, my palm rubs against the lips and my thumb is free to squirm inside if I choose. M purred and spread her thighs a little wider, her pussy blossoming with warmth and moisture. I held my fingers together and rubbed her clit up and down the trough formed between my middle and ring fingers. She squirmed and twisted under my hands and thrashed her way to an orgasm rather quickly. I held still for a couple of seconds, holding pressure against her clit and mound the way she likes. Then I pulled my hand back, as if I was going to let her go, and instead slapped/spanked her spread pussy with my fingers, just hard enough to bring a little more warmth and blood to the area. M’s hips bucked and I started rubbing again, even more intensely.

I think M also likes being taken from behind. For her, there’s something extra naughty, extra dirty about being taken from behind like some rutting animal. And we all know, sex is even better when it’s wrong or forbidden. For such a strong-willed girl, there’s also a part of M that enjoys being dominated and having no control over how she is being used. Pinned to the table like this, hands gripping the table, M twisted side to side to get away from a hand that wrenched orgasms from her against her will. I finally relented, pulling my hands back and listening to her pant. She managed to get out, “You have to fuck me now.”

I teased her a little. “I don’t think we have time. I’d have to get undressed, and then cleaned up and dressed again later, and we’re late as it is…”

She wasn’t hearing of it. “No, right here. Just drop your pants.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a brief taste, but we don’t have enough time for fucking.”

M pressed up from the table and stood on shaky legs. I unfastened my pants and pushed them down to my knees and laid back on the table, feeling the warmth from where M’s body was splayed. She wasted no time in engulfing my cock, slurping up and down my shaft. “Tighten up”, I ordered, and she pressed her lips and tongue more firmly, working my cock up and down, making me groan in appreciation. It’s hard for me to maintain any pretense of will power once M is sucking me, and I suddenly knew she was right, that she was going to get fucked after all.

Once she had me ramrod stiff and gasping, she pulled away from my cock. I stood up and pushed the table back, clearing some space. “Move to the window and put your hands on the sill.” “Oh, right here?”, she asked. Like this wasn’t what she had in mind all along. She folded her elbows and rested her forearms on the windowsill, turning her head so her cheek rested on her arms. I grabbed her hipbone with one hand, pulling her back to me, and with the other, aimed my cock towards her pussy. Despite how wet we were, it took a little work to find the right angle of attack, and then her cunt clamped down on just the head of my cock and didn’t want to open for more. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her ass back to me a little, pressing home the point. I battered my way in, a half inch at a time, M gasping with each effort. She pushed away from the window sill and put her palms on the floor, folded in half. This opened her cunt even more and my cock sank the rest of the way in.

“Bring your legs together a little. Lift that ass.”, I grunted, and she complied. I found the angle I wanted and started stroking in and out of her, knocking insistently at her g-spot. M started wailing and crying out, “So good! Oh yes, so good!” When she’s like this, over stimulated and her g-spot under assault by a throbbing cock head, it’s hard to tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins. She reacheed a hand between her legs and stroked my balls with her fingers. She cried and moaned and pushed back against her unseen assailant, lost to any rational thought. I had my hands full, literally, holding on to her hips, keeping her from falling over, watching her hair toss side to side, feeling my balls swing and slap against her clit with each thrust. At this stage, it was less like stroking and more like slamming, our bodies slapping wetly. If I’m wasn’t paying attention, M’s head would begin tapping rhythmically against the wall or the window pane and I had to pull her back a bit while continuing to fuck her senseless. Finally, my balls tightened and I sank in as deeply as I could, spewing hot cum against her cervix. M gasped and we held still, feeling the pulsing and throbbing, listening to our ragged breathing. I finally leaned back, my cock slipping free, and M reached a hand back to catch the falling threads of cum from where we were joined together. I held tight to her hips, and helped her stand. “That’ll do for now”, she said with a smile, and left the room.

It was still dark outside when M curled against me in bed. She laid on her side and flexed her hip to put one thigh over my legs. With her free hand, she idly brushed across my chest, belly and upper thighs. She brushed down my pubes and against the root of my cock, but held back from doing more. At this point, I lost any confusion about how awake she was or what her intentions were.

I rolled on my side to face her, and slid down just a bit. In the dark, cradled against her chest, I found her nipple already stiff and gently sucked it into my mouth. My hand roamed over her hip, slipped behind her ass and start petting her pussy from behind. She moaned and pressed a little closer, giving my arm a little extra room to work. While I licked and sucked at her nipple, my fingers stroked high on the hood of her clit, arousing her, teasing her, but remote enough that it denied her any release. She flexed and twisted and then whined, “Please…”

I pulled back from her breast enough to ask, “Please what?”

“Please make me cum! Let me cum…”

Who could resist a request like that? Well, I could, at least for a little while. I continued stroking high on her clit, sucking harder on her nipples when I felt like she needed an extra push to keep her on edge. Her hips rolled hungrily, trying to get more direct pressure just where she wanted it, and I kept pulling back just out of range. When I could feel the spreading warmth and dampness of her pussy even from so high on her clit, I decided she was about ripe for the picking. My fingers dipped lower, dragged through her lips and spread her arousal around her lips and up on her clit. She made a little mewing sound, and I finally gave her clit enough direct attention to make her cry aloud. I stroked hard and firm while her hips bucked against my hand, holding pressure until her orgasm subsided.

“Cock! Now!”, she commanded. I rolled onto my back and she lifted up and immediately started sucking my cock. “You’re plenty wet enough already, you know”, I reminded her. She pulled back and said with a smile, “I don’t suck your cock to make it wet. I do it to hear that sound you make in the back of your throat when your cock enters something warm, wet and tight.” At least, I think that’s what she said. She resumed sucking with renewed vigor, and I was more than a little distracted.

She finally lifted her head and wiped the edge of her mouth with the back of her hand. I moved to the center of the bed, and she climbed over me, mounted me. She was as wet as I thought, and my cock sank home with no fumbling. She held still for a moment, adjusting to the girth of it, and I opened her thighs a little wider, and pushed her back on my hips, sinking her down to the very root of my cock. She sighed with contentment and then started fucking me in earnest, pumping up and down on my cock. Her cunt made a wet, sucking noise as it lifted high to the head of my prick, then pushed down hard, sheathing me all the way to the base. She sat nearly upright, with her hands braced against my chest for support. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, just for the pleasure of hearing her gasp and feeling her pace quicken.

“Lift off and suck me again. I want you to taste your own pussy on my cock.” She obliged in an instant, hopping off and swallowing my cock deeply. She made eye contact with me, and when she lifted, she grinned and said “Like this?” before sucking me again. Her head bobbed on my shaft several times before she rose up, grabbed the base of my cock with her hand and sat on it again.

I leaned her back and moved my hand to the wet juncture of our crotches, stroking her clit for several seconds. She loves having her clit strummed while she’s full of hot cock, and sure enough, she came quickly, her cunt spasming around my swollen prick. She resisted thrusting against me as long as she could, trying to hold still while her clit was played like an instrument, but eventually she broke and fell forward to fuck hard, like an animal. I grabbed her hips and enjoyed the ride, thrusting up to meet her, pistoning into her. She came loudly, wetly, and I followed suit several strokes after. She laid on my chest and gasped for several seconds before falling to her side. I pulled her into a tight cuddle and we fell back asleep with little effort, spent and deeply relaxed.

There are times for me when sex is less about caring, nurturing, love making, and is more aggressive, enthusiastic, pushing the limits.

I asked M, “After lunch, do you wanna…?” and got an immediate “Yes!” Several minutes later she showed up, completely naked, took me by the hand and brought me downstairs. We threw a blanket on the bed and climbed in. I scratched her back for a bit, finding those elusive spots she wants scratched and giving them all due attention. (This is what ya call “foreshadowing”.)

When she had had her fill, she propped herself up on her arms and leaned over me. I gave up any pretense of subtlety and pulled her nipple into my mouth while my hand snaked around her ass and started playing with her pussy. She gasped, but held the pose and took what I could give her. I pulled and suckled at her nipple and stroked her clit and lips, and in no time she was pushing her ass back against my hand. I obliged by slipping my thumb into her hungry pussy, sliding it back and forth, bumping against the ridges of her g-spot. She arched her back and cried out, pushing backwards to hold my hand still. Of course, I didn’t, but pressed on, pushing her limits, taking her out of her head and setting her focus, what there was of it, solely in her body, in her flesh.

M definitely has different vaginal and and clitoral orgasms, and when she has been over stimulated by one, I can move to the other and continue raising her arousal without crossing over into distracting pain. So when she clamped her thighs tight around my hand, I rolled her onto her back and opened her thighs so that I could suck her off. I started a steady flicker at her clit and she cried out in pleasure at the intensity of it all. Her hips rocked and bucked against my face, and I kept the pace until she started speaking in tongues, which was my cue to suck her lips and clit into my mouth, holding pressure while she buried her head half under pillows and convulsed.

I gave her only the briefest of respites between orgasms, biting her inner thighs and digging my fingers into her ass while I waited for a second of clarity to return to her eyes before I hungrily started lapping and sucking at her again, sending her spinning into another climax. When she finally clamped her thighs against my head and said, ‘No more, I can’t take it”, I pulled back and rolled her over onto her belly. She was flat on her belly, face down and legs straight, in a defensive posture. I knelt beside her side and rudely shoved my hand between her thighs. She gasped as I slid my thumb into her drooling cunt, and again started violating her, repeatedly bumping and grinding against her g-spot. She rolled from side to side, trying to escape the onslaught, trapping my wrist with her thighs, but I still had enough play to ravage her. She came in waves, rolling one from another, crying in a foreign tongue. She rolled onto her side, nearly in a fetal position, but that only opened her ass up more, and I sawed back and forth aggressively, making her crazy from the unrelenting stimulation.

She finally twisted further away, and I had to pull my hand free. Her breath came in ragged heaves, and when she could speak, she said “Please! Give me your cock now!”

“I’m not ready yet. I want to taste you one more time, taste that musk that is coming now.” I laid on my back and insisted she mount my chin. She swung her knee past my face and settled down. I plunged my tongue in deep, hungry for that pungent flow. I sucked from deep within her for a bit, and then lapped at her clit, listening to her palms slap the wall above the bed. I alternated several times, bringing her to orgasm by sucking her clit, then sinking my tongue as far into her as I could reach, tasting her arousal, drinking it in.

She eventually collapsed, falling on her side and rolling off my shoulders and face. I grinned and said, “I think you’re about ready now”. I laid on my back and she immediately climbed over my hips, over-hungry for my cock. There was no aiming or adjusting this time. I was ram-rod stiff, her lips were drenched and distended, and my cock immediately sank into her. She sat above me, rocking and pumping while I met her thrusts from below. Her orgasm shook her deeply, causing her to clench her eyes tight and shudder. When she opened her eyes, she leaned far back and arched her back, finding that angle where the fat head of my cock bumped and prodded against her g-spot.

I held her thighs tightly, and pistoned in and out of her, feeling her cum roll down my balls, listening to her cry out in relief and orgasm. Her cunt spasmed and gripped my cock, urging me until I met her cries with my own, sinking my cock as deeply as I could and cumming deeply, hotly.

She fell forward onto my chest and lay still for several seconds. “I’m going to feel that all afternoon” she said through a smile.