Matt complained, and said he was just about to cum, then she said it was my turn. There was no playing around. No fooling, no little touch, she just leaned over and started to suck and jack me off. She pushed me down, and proceeded to inhale my entire cock, and as she did it, she slid two fingers deep into my ass. I was laying on the bed, away from the head board, her cunt in front of my face, a classic 69 position, holding my legs back, sucking my cock and finger fucking my asshole. And it felt wonderful. I was in a different world. The only sensations were her mouth on my cock, her fingers fucking my ass, and her pussy in my face, swollen and red, literally dripping with cunt oils. And I can feel my cock being passed back and forth. Her mouth is soft, his is hard, but he sucks, just like I did. I have no idea whose fingers are in my ass, but I love the feeling.
She’s splayed out, her cunt open, me eating it out, and all of a sudden, it changes. His cock slides into her cunt. I’m not in the best location to fully participate, but I lick his cock, and eat her pussy, while he fucks her, and she finger fucks my ass.
I’m getting closer and closer to cumming, and I Hanna can sense it, and she stops sucking. She’s just working her fingers in my ass, as Matt fucks her. At this point, I’ve gone way beyond the point of no return, and I’m actively licking his cock every time I can, I get to taste the deep oils in Hanna’s pussy, and it’s different. The deep oils in her pussy taste like nectar off his cock.
Matt wanted to get on the bed, so we all turn around and Hanna lets her fingers out of my ass… she wiggled up toward the headboard, and bent over.
It was beautiful. Her ass was pushed up into the air, her cunt open, her head on the mattress, and two guys with rock hard cocks dying to fuck her.
Matt made the first move. He slid up, and began to fuck her doggie style, and I watched, then grabbed a pillow… wiggled my way up, and started to eat her out. Her hips pressed down, my mouth was at the perfect angle to suck on her clit, and then Matt pulled back too far. His cock came out, and he slid it on my face. Every few fucks, he would pull it out, and then slip it into my mouth. I was trying to taste everything. He did this over and over and over… and just about when I thought Hanna was going to cum… He did. I was licking the base of his balls, and then it pulsed. I saw and felt EVERY BIT OF IT. His cock muscle spasming, his asshole, his grunt… and he came. He just held it… Dumping all his seed into her. And then I got it all.
Hanna pulled back and slid her cunt directly onto my mouth and pushed it down. She leaned up, and furiously fingered her clit, while every bit of his cum went into my mouth, directly from her cunt. It was unreal. It felt like gallons, but it couldn’t be. Every push, I could feel her, more cum came out, and was sucking like there was no tomorrow, and she started to cum… with my face and tongue all over her cunt and ass. And cum she did. Gushing me with her cunt, and his cum… and I couldn’t stop eating her out.
I was so turned on. My cock was so hard I think it could have cut a diamond. I’d finally eaten a full creampie. It was like nothing I had ever thought. Was I gay? I didn’t think so.
And then Hanna asked me what I wanted to do… and I simply said, I’ve got to cum.
She pushed me back, pulled out a dildo, and started to fuck my ass. I told her, Hanna, I have got to cum. And she said I was going to… just to lay back… and close my eyes. But I didn’t. I watched, as she lubed up my asshole, and the dildo, and began to fuck me. She slid it in just a touch, just to loosen my asshole, and then she would pull it out. She did this over and over, and then I begged. “Please, I have GOT to cum.” And Matt leaned down and started to suck my cock. He licked it and sucked it, and she fucked my ass. Over and over and over. Just before I started to feel like I was going to finally do it, he quit, and she asked if I would like to be really fucked.
I had the dildo in my ass. I’d had the butt plug in my ass. Her fingers. I’d sucked his cock. He’d sucked mine. I ate his cum from her cunt. I asked if they had a condom, and he said of course. He went to the bedside, pulled out a condom and slid it down his shaft. Hanna crawled over me, with her asshole and cunt in my face, and held my legs back… then fucked me over and over with the dildo… she would pull it all the way out and then back in… Preparing me… I could feel all the slick oil on my ass. Hanna would stop with the Dildo buried inside of me, then jack me off 3 or 4 times… then pull it out. She was holding my arms back with her legs, her cunt directly in my face, with me lubed up, and sliding an entire dildo into my ass. She’d pull it out… leaving my asshole empty, then slide it right back in. She did this over and over. I was meeting the dildo with thrusts, trying to fuck it. Each time she would pull it out, I would try and thrust back into it. She pulled it out, and something else slid in. It was his cock. Not just a touch, but the entire length, buried in my ass.
And Hanna said it. “You’re being ass fucked. Say it.”
It was completely different. I could feel every thrust with his hips meeting my ass. And I did. “Fuck my ass.” Over and over.
He started to sincerely fuck me. Slowly, then he would pull all the way out, and then right back in. Over and over. My cock was going soft, I didn’t know what to do. Hanna’s asshole was right in my face, so I tongued it. I licked it. “Fuck my ass.” I could taste his cum. And he was fucking me. I don’t know how long he fucked me. My legs were sore, my ass was burning, and Hanna just kept talking dirty. And so did I. It was an out of body experience. I was being ass fucked. “Fuck my ass.” And I wanted it.
He was fucking me, and I was eating her asshole, and I couldn’t see anything else. Hanna just sliding her cunt and ass up and down my face, constantly talking about my asshole and his cock. She was egging him on, “Fuck his ass”, “You like to fuck his ass.” “Are you going to cum in his ass.”
I was pressing my asshole to his cock. Feeling the rythym of his cock. I wanted him to cum. And I said it. “Cum in my ass!” “Cum in my ass!” “Fuck my asshole!” I was literally thrusting to his fucks. And he was really going. Fucking my ass like there was no tomorrow. I thought it would hurt, I thought it would be bad, but I just wanted him to fuck me and cum.
Then it happened. He pressed down hard, and I felt his cock pulse. “I’m cumming!” was all Matt said. He was coming in my ass. I had just been ass fucked. I could feel each twitch. I quit moving, and just relished the feeling. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he pulled back, and his cock slid out.
Here I am, my ass freshly fucked. I’m completely shocked. I’ve just been ass fucked. I can’t believe I did it. I just had another man fuck my asshole and cum inside me.
Hanna’s pussy is in my mouth, I’ve eaten his cum from her cunt. She’s finger fucked my asshole, I’ve eaten her asshole. I’ve sucked his cock, He’s sucked mine. I’ve done just about everything I never thought I would do, and yet I still hadn’t cum.
I don’t think we moved for at least 5 minutes. She lifted up, and then started to play with my cock. It had gone down considerably while I was being fucked, and she said, “Now you get to cum” and she offered me any hole I wanted. And I wanted one. I wanted her pussy. I turned over and got my composure, and started to get rigid, REALLY QUICKLY. I had to cum. That’s all I could think about. Cum. Anywhere. I have got to cum. Cum.
She laid down, pulled her legs back as far as they would go, and offered her cunt to me. I had to cum. I pulled myself up right away, and slid my entire length into her in one stroke… and I almost came. I was possessed. I had to cum. It had been so long since this all started that I didn’t care at all. All I wanted to do was cum. Here I am, holding her legs and fucking her like there is no tomorrow. I’m kissing and pinching her, she’s just going on non-stop about having watched me be ass fucked. “Will you fuck me again?”, “Will you fuck his ass”, “You liked being ass fucked”, “You like eating his cum”, “I love to watch your cock.”
I’m saying anything… “Let me fuck you”, “I’ll let you fuck me”, “You can fuck my ass” “I’ve got to cum”. “I’ve got to cum” I’m saying anything… just stream of consciousness. And then I came.
It was an explosion. I could have blacked out it was so strong. My orgasm was so hard I literally yelled. I buried my cock in her cunt, as hard as I could, with her slick pussy lips holding on. Digging my hands into her legs, driving every bit of my cock into her. Willing out every drop of cum in my balls. Pulse after pulse after pulse. There was cum on our faces, cum in her cunt, my ass had been fucked and my balls were twitching. I came like a horse. It hurt to move.
The End
A Rainy Evening
She tried to teach me to say her Chinese name. My third attempt drew a smile, but I couldn’t tell if I’d succeeded or if she’d just given up. It was probably hopeless; I could only hear about half of what she was saying. The pub was noisy and I hadn’t quite tuned in to her accent, which was part British and part something more exotic. I was staring into her eyes. I found, alarmingly, that I was unable to do otherwise. They sparkled so intensely with vitality and intelligence that I couldn’t look away, couldn’t concentrate. But I had a train to catch. I tried to check my watch discreetly.
“When do you have to go?” she asked.
I winced. Not discreetly enough, apparently. “In a few minutes.”
She made a disappointed sigh.
I smiled automatically. And then what had happened struck me so forcibly I couldn’t speak for a moment. Her sigh had been completely unaffected. She really wanted to spend more time with me, and she wasn’t playing games. Perhaps she didn’t know any better.
“Is there a later train?”
I said: “I think the last one is at 11:15.”
She brightened, and we fell back into the bantering conversation we’d begun as soon as we’d met that evening. We compared poets (she was studying English literature) and discovered that the ones we liked were all different, but the ones we didn’t like were all the same. I commiserated with her about the English weather; but she said she rather enjoyed it, and always wore flip-flops when it rained. She told me about her scholarship, substantial, but onerous in its terms. It laid out her life for the next eight years. I shivered, thinking of that. But she seemed at peace with the idea. And she spoke of her first term at college, which had just ended. It had been a success academically, but lonely.
I asked as delicately as I could about her ethnicity.
“Chinese, almost completely Chinese,” she said. “My face is round, isn’t it?”
“But you have cheekbones.” And I brushed a finger along the side of her face. She didn’t react, at least not in any obvious way. But something in her posture softened. She seemed to bend towards me, move fractionally nearer, and her voice dropped to an almost-whisper, so that I had to lean closer myself to hear her.
Yes, her face was round. I hadn’t really noticed earlier because her eyes had captured me so completely. Her skin was flawless, and there was a purity to her lips that gave her expression the definiteness and clarity of a Renaissance portrait. Her smile, when I could elicit it, was like a burst of sunlight.
I listened to her, not hearing all that she was saying with the background noise swallowing so many of her words, but feeling the music in her voice. And then everything started to change. It had been a casual thing for me, inviting her to dinner, something to do on a free evening, a chance to meet someone in person who had seemed interesting and smart online. But I couldn’t look into her eyes now without wondering what she was thinking, without wondering what I could say to make her smile again.
“I’m actually very painfully shy. I know that sounds illogical.”
Her smiled lingered this time, bright and warm.
“No,” she said, “I can believe that.”
We looked at each other, and she asked: “Shall we go somewhere else? I’d like a change of scene.”
I’ve never quite understood pub crawling. But I shrugged. “Sure.”
I paid the bill, always harder than you’d think in an unfamiliar country, and we stepped outside.
“I need to find an ATM,” she said.
“Why?”
“To pay for my half of the dinner, and I’ll need to get a taxi back.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I invited you. And I’ll walk you back.” The night was dreary, rain on and off. I certainly wasn’t going to send her home by herself.
We started walking. There didn’t seem to be much going on in the direction we were headed. There were a few small restaurants clustered around the station, then bleak administrative-looking business fronts. We walked past another pub – quite a charming place with little statues of pigs on the roof. She didn’t suggest that we stop.
She wore a blue sweater over a green dress, very low-cut, despite the chilly evening. Before I’d met her, she’d told me that she wasn’t the typical slender Asian girl, and that was true. Nor was she tall, but she was truly voluptuous, and her body moved with a sort of careless languor that made me stumble repeatedly over what I was saying.
“Have you met up with other guys you’ve corresponded with on the internet?”
“No, you’re the first. Congratulations.”
I bowed modestly. But I thought it was brave of her, to let me know that.
We talked and didn’t pay attention to where we were walking. After a few blocks she seemed at a loss. She knew the name of the street we should turn on, but not where it was. She was shy about asking passers-by. I wasn’t – one small advantage of being from out of town. We found a helpful couple, and a few minutes later we stood in front of a medieval wooden door, the kind you’d expect to be winched open with cast-iron chains. But she produced a very ordinary-looking key, and we stepped into a hushed courtyard.
“This is my college. Please don’t walk on the grass.”
I did know that much about British universities. But not much more. No one was around. I could hear muffled sounds of revelry coming from somewhere in the distance, but the quad was dead. Perhaps all the other students had already packed up and headed home for the term break.
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“Look over here.” She indicated a recess in a wall. “I like this carving. I’m not sure what it is, though.”
It was a small, deep-relief panel, very old, worn and exquisitely medieval. A demon fighting for the soul of a pilgrim. My heart stopped beating for a moment. The scene still had power to daunt sinners, even after six hundred years.
A minute later I was following her into a squat brick building and up the stairs. I had a brief concern about a possible roommate. She reassured me.
“I have a single. I couldn’t really see living with someone else here.”
The building was old, ancient, really. And the size of her room made me think about the smaller stature of the Elizabethans. The amount of stuff scattered around didn’t help. There was a mullioned window at the far end with a desk underneath it. A single bed took up most of the long wall adjacent to the door.
She obviously wasn’t expecting a guest. She apologized for the mess, and I shrugged. It didn’t matter. I noticed her keyboard and asked if she would play for me.
“What would you like to hear?”
I had no idea what her repertoire might include. “Do you know any Mozart?” I asked.
She struggled for a minute with a sonata I didn’t quite recognize.
“Choose something you like,” I suggested.
She played what she told me was a popular Chinese song and, to my surprise, began to sing it as well. Her voice had a soulfulness that I wasn’t expecting. And she sang with a passion and self-possession I hadn’t seen in her before. She was forcing me to re-imagine her every few minutes. It occurred to me that being caught off-guard so often explained my lack of calculation. I wasn’t considering what was happening. I was in a young woman’s room, alone with her in a space that contained a bed and little else. I wasn’t thinking about where this was all headed. I looked around the room again, trying to discover more about her; but it wasn’t any help – she’d only been there for a couple of months, and her stuff was indistinguishable from any other student’s. I only had the woman herself to learn from.
She finished her song and smiled at me. Her smiles were coming more often now. I began to catalogue them to myself. The benevolent one, tolerant of my awkwardness and my memory lapses; the wicked one, like fire striking glass, gone so quickly I was never sure I’d really seen it; the merry smile that lingered when she spoke of home or of someone she liked; and, rarest of them, her smile of calm affection that made me feel privileged every time she bestowed it on me.
She was relaxed and happy now. She showed me her facebook page. I browsed a few of the photos – mostly taken with friends at banquets or during evenings out – and then we sat down on her bed. It was a twin, and it seemed absurdly small with both of us on it. But we still managed to sit a little apart.
The last train for the evening was leaving in a few minutes, I explained apologetically, but she just smiled.
“Do you have to go back tonight?”
I kept my face from showing my surprise. “No, I suppose not. My flight home isn’t until noon tomorrow.”
Neither of us said anything for a moment. But I must have looked uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t threaten your chastity.”
I patted her hand with a sense of relief. “Good,” I said, meaning it.
She stood up. “I’m going to brush my teeth. Could you turn around please?”
I was confused for a moment, then I saw that she was about to change clothes as well.
“Oh, sorry.”
A few minutes later she was wearing jeans and a loose top. We pulled the bed away from the wall to make it a bit more spacious. But it was going to be intimate nonetheless.
Now it was my turn. “One thing I’m not is modest,” I said.
I began to take my clothes off as matter-of-factly as I could manage. But when she stared at me and then looked away quickly, I knew my nakedness shifted things, made me paradoxically more in control of what happened next.
By the time I was down to my shorts, my excitement was unmistakable. I didn’t attempt to conceal it. Neither of us said anything. We squirmed around almost comically, squeezing in to the too-small bed and pulling the covers up. She was still wearing pants. I couldn’t imagine that she was comfortable in them.
“You’re not going to sleep in your jeans, are you?”
She didn’t answer, and I started to unbutton them and pull them off. She was wearing the tiniest pair of panties I’d ever seen, just a triangle of fabric the size of a cocktail napkin with some threads that stretched around her hips. Nothing about this girl was what I expected. And then she was pressed against me, our thighs touching. Her skin was so smooth that I felt light-headed. I put my hand on the back of her leg and slid it up until I could feel her butt. I heard the breath catch in her throat. I pulled her closer, not thinking, just reacting to the nearness of her body. She didn’t resist. I found her lips with mine, and suddenly her arms were around me, her lips apart, and she was eager and so excited that I struggled to keep up with her. Her mouth was dizzyingly soft and so warm and I was lost in it now, not sure which one of us was deciding what should happen next, realizing that neither of us knew.
I pulled away after a minute to catch my breath. The look in her eyes was half wild and half terrified. The blood was hammering in my head. Her chest moved up and down, swelling with each deep indrawn breath, drawing my attention to the fullness of her breasts. My hands moved by themselves. I pulled down one strap of her bra – dark blue and modest. One brown nipple came free, the aureole large and starting to pucker. I leaned down to suck on it and it began to stiffen between my lips.
“Harder,” she whispered.
I pulled the firm flesh into my mouth, slid my lips along it, swirled my tongue across its tip. I felt her body respond below me, her hips bucking up. Her hand went to the back of my head, but I pulled away for a moment and reached behind her to undo the bra. Then I was looking down at her, her breasts large, perfect hemispheres mounded on her chest. The nipples were fully erect now, the aureoles shrunk, small pimples at the edge where they met the smooth tawny skin of her chest.
“You look amazingly beautiful like that,” I said.
“That sounds so cheesy.”
I sighed. “It happens to be true.”
Her eyes turned serious. “I’m a virgin.”
“You’re joking,” I said, automatically. But, when I thought about it, I wasn’t that surprised. Oldest daughter of a religious Chinese family. Sheltered upbringing.
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But she was away from home now.
“Did you bring a condom?” she asked.
I certainly hadn’t been expecting to find myself in this position. “No.”
“Damn you.” But she followed that with a wicked giggle.
“I had a vasectomy.”
“Really?”
“Really.” There was no reason for her to believe me, although that happened to be true as well. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable about. Let’s start with this …”
And I reached for the strings at the sides of her thong and tugged them down. She was naked in a moment. She wasn’t startled or suddenly shy or reluctant. She just lay still and let me run my hands over her meltingly soft skin. My fingers slid gradually from her breasts down to her thighs. Then I pushed her legs gently apart.
The room was dark; deep shadows nestled between her breasts, and the space at the juncture of her thighs was velvet blackness. Stray bits of light caught the sheen of moisture along her pussy lips. The sharp tang of her excitement set my nerves afire.
I crawled between her legs, moving slowly so I wouldn’t frighten her. But she knew what was about to happen. She lifted her knees slightly, and I heard her draw in a long breath. I leaned my face down until I was close enough to her to sense the texture of her skin, to find where her folds turned inwards. I kissed her inner thigh, savoring its youthful resilience. Then I swept my tongue along one lip, licking up its film of wetness. I felt her shiver. I licked harder, moving from one lip to the other, searching for the sensitive spot near where they came together.
Her hips began to move, first a sudden buck, then a more regular rotation against my tongue. More of her liquid began to seep from inside her, and I pushed my tongue deeper. Her recesses welcomed me, drawing me in. I covered her pussy with my mouth and thrust my tongue in as deeply as it would go. Her breathing turned hoarse, but I could sense that she wasn’t completely comfortable. I looked up, past the smooth expanse of tummy and between the twin rises of her breasts, to her face. Her eyes were closed and she looked serene, composed.
“I want to make you feel good,” I said. “Tell me what you like.”
She hesitated. “Lighter. Go … like around in circles.”
“Here?”
“No, a little higher … yes, there. Faster … no, not so hard.”
I did my best, swirling my tongue quickly and as gently as I could manage. I moved my mouth fractionally higher, trying to find the right spot, the right rhythm. I loved how her body moved beneath my lips, her hips grinding, her pussy steaming hot. Then, just as my tongue was tiring and I was afraid I couldn’t keep going, she thrust her body hard at me, a long wail coming from deep in her throat. She grabbed the sides of my head, pulling at my hair while she squirmed and quivered and pitched and I tasted her moisture, fresh and hot, flowing out of her.
I waited, lapping gently at her pussy, savoring its quick spasms as her hands went limp and her body settled back into the bed.
It was another minute before she’d caught her breath. “I want to suck you,” she said.
I sat up stupidly. I wanted say that it had been years since a woman had done that to me, so long that I could barely remember what it felt like; but I couldn’t quite. I just got onto my knees and tried to present my straining, blood-thickened cock to her where she could reach it. She put her mouth around the tip softly. She didn’t wait for instructions; she just started moving her lips over the head, then deeper down the shaft.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I said. I could barely speak; my rasping breath confirming my sincerity. “Try licking it. Run your tongue along the underside.”
She did, starting with a long sweep around the ridge then engulfing last few inches again. It was little tentative at first. Then, gradually, it turned passionate, wicked, joyful. A minute went by, perhaps two. And then she sat up and we looked at each other. Neither of us spoke. I took her shoulders with my hands, and before I could apply any pressure, she lay down on her back. Her eyes held that mixture of excitement and fear I’d seen earlier, when her clothes had first come off. Her look aroused completely contradictory feelings in me. What did she really want? What should I do? I was utterly overcome with lust, had been since I first touched her. But I couldn’t bear the thought that I was moving too fast for her, that she’d regret any of this come morning.
I looked down at her again for a long moment. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes clear and warm, ready. And she gave me a new smile, trusting and calm. That’s what told me, more honestly and completely than anything she could say.
I positioned myself between her legs, my weight on my elbows. There were no more preliminaries. I reached between us and put the tip of my cock in the warm spot between her pussy lips. I just held it there against the immense, irresistible need to drive it deeply into her, to take her completely. I couldn’t, not yet. This was her first experience; I wanted her to remember it, to remember me, the excitement and the surprises and the awkwardness – I wanted all of it to be as magical as I could make it.
I pushed the tip down, just a little. I was positioned correctly, and her lips parted slightly, moist and inviting. Her breathing became more rapid, her body tensed. I pushed. I felt resistance, skin not used to stretching, her flesh protective of her virginity. I pulled back out, took a deep breath.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded.
This was it. Perspiration shone on our chests. Heat steamed from the place where our bodies joined. I pushed a little harder, pulled out. A little harder again. The head of my cock was all the way in now, the walls of her pussy gripping it tightly. My eyes were glazed with lust. My arms quivered; I could barely hold myself up. I felt her hard nipples scraping against my chest. I slid out, waited a moment, then in again. Every stroke went in just a little deeper. I waited for the resistance, the barrier, the tearing. But nothing felt different. I moved slowly, almost gritting my teeth against the need to tear her apart. She made a long sigh. Her fingers gripped my arms. I pulled out, then back in again. And then I was all the way inside her.
I stayed like that, both of us breathing so hard I was afraid one of us might pass out. My hips touched hers; my chest mashed her exquisite breasts flat against her chest. Where our skin touched, the heat was almost unbearable. I began to move again, keeping my strokes smooth and slow, relishing the moment when we drew apart, the tip of my cock just nestled between her lips, the anticipation, then the sweet convergence and our bodies meeting, hotter than ever.
Her sounds became hoarser, almost a continuous cry. I wrapped my arms around her and reached beneath her, grabbed one buttock and dug my fingers in.
She almost screamed: “Yes! Like that!”
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I’d never heard a woman say that before, never had a woman react to me that way. I lost the thread then; the next few minutes flowing together like melting honey. My flesh slapped against hers, wet, slippery sounds, high-pitched groans from her, from me.
“I want to try it from behind,” she said. I was lying across her chest, feeling her heart beat hard and fast beneath me. She was playful now, wanton, eyes bright with excitement.
“Of course,” I said.
She was surprised and a little embarrassed at the position she had to assume, more bent at the waist than she’d expected, her face down in the bedcovers. My eyes had adjusted by then, and I could see her pussy perfectly exposed, smooth lips swollen, lined with beads of moisture, the dark interior beckoning. I slid back inside her, looking down at the shaft disappearing between those smooth, plump cheeks. I began to pound into her, the flesh of her butt shaking with each impact of my hips. I reached beneath her, feeling for those delicious breasts. My hands kneaded them, a little roughly, but she whispered a hoarse “yes” and started to push back against me, matching my rhythm.
I pulled out of her finally and lay back, exhausted. I pulled her on top of me. She rubbed her clit against my shaft for a moment and giggled. Then I put my cock back inside her. She struggled to position herself, to balance over me while she moved back and forth. The unfamiliarity wore her out after a few minutes.
She rolled off of me and onto her back again, pouting. “You do the work.”
I did. Nothing fancy now. Just her legs apart, her knees bent a little, sweat slicking her lovely torso, me on my elbows so I could look down at her, worry her nipples with my tongue or kiss along her cheek, nibble her earlobe.
“Take me,” she demanded.
After a few minutes, I raised myself up a little, slid a pillow behind her head. “Look down,” I said. “Watch me going in and out of you.”
She did, and her eyes widened, and then she looked up at me, and I was lost in those eyes. They didn’t have a bottom, there was nothing about me that she couldn’t see or know.
I don’t know how much time passed then. We moved against each other, changed positions, caught our breaths, held each other, touched each other. I couldn’t stop stroking her skin, weighing her breasts in my hands, running my fingers over the soft curve of her tummy. I touched her pussy with my palm and she gasped. And that moment was perfect, the two of us utterly unguarded and free and completely attuned to each other.
Finally, I lay her on her stomach and stretched myself out over her back, slipping my cock between her cheeks again.
She was amazed again. “It’s so warm. I love how that feels.”
All of it was all so new and unexpected for her: the mechanical difficulties, the stray pubic hairs, the shortness of breath, the heat and the weight of my body on hers. I felt giddy, almost unbearably happy that I could show her all of this.
After a long time I stopped and rolled off, then lay alongside her. I still hadn’t climaxed, but I had to rest – the sensations had left my nerves overloaded. And I didn’t want to hurt her, to rub those untried places raw.
After a minute she said: “I thought there would be blood, you know, the first time … maybe I sucked it all off?”
“Yeah … maybe. I was afraid I was going to hurt you.”
“Oh, it hurt all right.”
I was startled. Had I been that insensitive? “I’m really sorry …”
She smiled, a private, warm smile. “No, it’s okay.”
We lay with our own thoughts for a while, and then I pulled her against me and tucked her head into the hollow of my shoulder. I felt suddenly light-headed. I crawled out of bed, threw on pants and a shirt and excused myself for a few minutes. I drank some water from the old sink in the bathroom down the hall and leaned on it for a minute until the feeling passed.
What really bothered me, I realized suddenly, hadn’t been how I’d acted – taken inexcusable advantage of her innocence – or what we’d done. It was how I felt. She was half my age. But it was as if I’d been expecting her, this exact girl, known she was there, but had to wait until now to find her.
I shook my head, not really knowing what to do with those feelings. I went back to the single bed, uncomplicatedly elated to be sharing it with her for the next few hours. I crawled back beside her, carefully arranging our bodies to fit. She fell asleep almost right away, on her back, her arms above her head, her breathing soft and steady and musical.
I dozed a little, while late-night partiers went by noisily beneath us and rain spattered on the window, and finally dropped off to sleep. I awoke to the vague 6 AM light; we seemed to wake together. The nearness of her was irresistible. Stroking the back of her thigh sent us into another of those disconnected moments, leaving only flashes of memory, as if illuminated by streaks of lightning: her top open, breasts spilling out, generous brown nipples rising beneath my fingers; a whispered “harder” as I squeezed, a voice that seemed to come from someone new, someone wiser than the girl I’d met the night before, who already understood her body better. Then all our clothes were gone and I was on top of her, moving inside her, looking down into her astonished eyes, eyes that weren’t really seeing me, but seeing herself, seeing this new woman she’d just become. Her voice rose, until every breath was a scream, the small room echoing and the little bed shaking beneath us. “Fuck me,” she demanded, with a hard, confident urgency she wouldn’t have been capable of a few hours earlier, and a molten rush came up from inside me before I could think or respond or move, spilling out into her pussy and then onto the skin of her belly and her legs and the tangled covers, pulsing with each desperate thrust of my hips until my body turned rigid and I couldn’t hold myself above her any longer and I sank down into the welcoming softness of her body.
And then it was over. We lay for a moment on our backs, letting our breathing calm.
“I didn’t think it would be with someone like you,” she said. She didn’t sound angry or regretful, just a little perplexed.
“Well,” I said, reasonably, “there’s something to be said for your first experience being with a guy like me. It’s safe and uncomplicated. You know that nothing could ever come of it, so …”
I stopped. Her face told me that I’d said the wrong thing. And it was wrong. It should have been unambiguously, self-evidently true, but somehow it wasn’t. The odd feeling I’d had earlier came back to me, so strongly that I couldn’t speak for a moment: I’d been waiting for a girl like her. I hadn’t known that until now, but it was true nonetheless. No, not a girl like her. I’d been waiting for her. I saw with unnerving certainty that this girl had the power to save my life … to wrench me from the emotional catatonia I’d been living in for years. To save my life, or to destroy it. Or both. Most likely both.
But I had a plane to catch; she had a dorm room to pack up. She took me downstairs and walked me back in the direction of the train station. The empty dawn street still glistened from the previous evening’s rain. We hugged and held onto each other for a minute.
“I’ll write to you,” I said.
She nodded and gave me a smile, a new confident one. And we went off in our separate directions.
The End
Bro birdie……nowadays u very busy…..must post stories and pics…….thank you so much. I dun even have much time to read…….hehe…so fast…..
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David_Ginola
Bro birdie……nowadays u very busy…..must post stories and pics…….thank you so much. I dun even have much time to read…….hehe…so fast…..
LOL !!! Take Care man Tiko D_G , just take your time to read no rush . Nowadays I got so many things to do so my story thread will slow down abit , I think maybe if got time I’ll post in the afternoon night time post pictures & video’s better cause in office not so nice to post pictures .
Many Thanks for your continuous support !!!
brother birdie8819,
you are good lah.
good good,will be waiting for your stories.
at the meantime,i will go thru slowly as just joined.
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brother birdie8819,
you are good lah.
good good,will be waiting for your stories.
at the meantime,i will go thru slowly as just joined.
Thanks for your support bro SBF Cleaner , dun worry just take your time .
At the meantime here’s one story for you -
Sheree
Almost called ‘It happened last night.’ Which it did.
As I laid out the blanket on the floor of the stock-room I marvelled at how quickly events had moved. I’d only spotted her on a dating site the week before and here we were about to meet for the third time.
I arranged my camping lamps on some of the boxes and placed my carrier bags containing my vibrators, whip and other toys on the floor beside a chair.
I looked around to make sure everything looked right then switching on the camping lamps I turned off the main light. They weren’t as bright as the picture on the box had led me to believe but perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Nice and subtle lighting.
I closed the door behind me and went to the backdoor. I opened it and looked outside. The other workers had gone. I went outside into the car park. It was a mild evening. No sign of rain. I checked the time on my mobile phone. Twenty minutes before six. Any minute now.
I walked to the entrance to the car park and checked the road outside. No sign. The usual doubts as to whether she would turn up filled my mind. She would. I convinced myself of that as I walked back to the rear entrance.
A small silver car was pulling up at the car park entrance. I waved her in and she parked.
She had come straight from work wearing a skirt and blouse. The skirt to her knees. Open toed sandals and a bag over her shoulder. She returned my smile as I opened the door for her.
She turned to face me as I closed the door behind me.
“I’m glad you could come.” I said, kissing her cheek.
“I’m afraid I haven’t got very long tonight.” She must have seen the look of disappointment on my face. “Only forty minutes. You don’t mind do you?”
How could I mind?
“No.” I replied. “But we had better get started right away then.”
“I need a wee first.” She said.
I led the way to the ladies toilet and stood at the doorway as she went in.
“Can I watch?” I asked.
“No. Not this time.” She replied. “Do you really want to?”
“Yes.”
She smiled and closed the door on me.
Well she hadn’t rejected the idea out of hand I mused. I had seen women piss on the net but never had one agree to do it in front of me. Maybe one day soon she would.
I went back to the door of the store room and waited. And waited. Then I heard the toilet flushing and she came out.
“We are in here tonight.” I said as she started to walk towards my office.
“What’s that?” She asked walking towards me.
I felt one of her breasts before opening the door. She rubbed against me as she walked past me into the room. She felt nice.
“Oh. That’s lovely.” She said surveying the layout before her.
“I thought it would make a change from my office. I can lock both doors as well.” I said. “Shall I turn the main lights on?”
“No. Leave it like this.”
I stood behind her and cupped her breasts with my hands rubbing my crotch against her ass cheeks. She pushed back to meet me.
“You like?” I breathed into her hair.
“Yes.” She said in a low voice.
“We haven’t much time.” I reminded her, stepping back and bending to untie my shoe laces.
I undid my belt watch her undress from the corner of my eye. Finally she stood before me naked. I placed my pants and trousers on top of the same box she had used for her own.
“How do you want me?” She asked.
“Turn around and bend over those boxes.” I instructed.
She turned and bent forward and I sat on a chair behind her. I felt her ass cheeks for a moment before licking one of my fingers and feeling between them for her anus with its tip. She pulled away slightly as I pushed against it then pushed back against it. I felt her anus resist then open, allowing the tip of my finger inside her. She moaned a little. I re-wet my finger with my saliva and replaced it against her anus. It slid in to the first knuckle then the second.
“You like it?” I asked.
“Oh, yes.” She breathed.
I started to finger her hole. Listening to her sighs and moans.
I pulled my finger out and held it to my nose for a second. Then I reached down to the carrier bag on the floor beside me and took out a bag of baby wipes. I placed one against the crack of her ass then wiped between her cheeks.
“Just freshening you up.” I told her as I paid particular attention to her anus.
I dropped the wipe into the carrier and took out another. Reaching down between her legs I wiped along the slit of her pussy and the area surrounding it.
“I love it when you do that.” She sighed.
“We all need it after a hard day at work.” I told her dropping the wipe into the bag.
I felt her ass cheeks again then, pulling them apart, I shuffled forward on my chair and felt for her anus with my tongue. She tensed then relaxed. The sounds coming from her mouth told me I was in the right place. I licked first in circles then up and down.
“Oh yes.”
I heard her say.
I reached down between her legs and felt along the slit of her pussy for her clit. Her sighs told me I had found it. I rubbed it gently as I continued to lick her anus.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I heard her say then she stopped breathing.
I kept licking and rubbing. She was still holding her breath. I rubbed harder and she exhaled with a sigh.
“Oh. Oh.” She cried gently.
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“Did you cum?” I asked sitting up in my chair and looking at the ass cheeks in front of me.
“Oh yes.” She sighed.
I took a vibrator from the bag beside me and pushed it slowly against her pussy. It slid in easily. I pulled it nearly out then pushed it back inside again. He grunted then began moving in time as I moved the vibrator in and out of her.
“Oh yes.” She said. “Fuck me.”
I moved faster. She gasped.
“That’s so good.” She panted. “I love the things you do to me.”
I stopped for a moment using my knee to keep the vibrator in place inside her pussy and pick up a second vibrator from the bag with a small bottle of liquid silk. I dribbled some liquid silk between her ass cheeks onto her anus then put some on the end of the second vibrator. Placing the tip of this vibrator against her anus I pushed gently. I could feel her tense and then pull away. I followed her anus with the vibrator. She stayed still for a moment then pushed back towards me. The tip entered her. She pulled away. I added more lube and she pushed back to meet the vibrator as I pushed forward with it.
“That hurts.” She gasped.
I stopped. She pulled away then pushed back again. The tip of the vibrator opened her anus and entered her.
“Ah.” She gasped.
“Like it?” I asked.
I started moving both vibrators together listening to the sounds she made.
“Oh yes.” She gasped. “That’s so good.”
“You like it up the ass, don’t you?” I asked speeding up my movements.
“Yes. Yes.” She panted.
I pulled the vibrator from her ass, not wanting to hurt her there and keeping the first vibrator in place with my knee again, wiped the end with a baby wipe. I switched both vibrators on to maximum then working the first in and out of her pussy placed the tip of the second against her clit. Within seconds her breathing had changed and then stopped as she tensed for her approaching orgasm.
“Oh yes. I’m there. I’ve cum.” She said, breathing deeply.
I pulled the vibrator from her pussy and she turned to meet me.
“I think I could do with a rest.” She panted.
“That’s ok.” I said as she sank to her knees before me. “You can suck on my cock if you like while you are.”
I opened my legs to give her access to my cock and balls as she moved forward and lowered her head. I could feel the warmth of her breath and then the wetness of her mouth as she took the end of my cock inside. With her hands on the ground she moved her head back and forth. I could feel her lips holding my foreskin as the tip of my cock went in and out of her mouth. I placed my hands on the back of her head as my hips began to buck of their own accord.
I felt her pulling away so I released her head. With one hand she began to wank me and with the other gently felt my balls. Now and again she would suck on the end of my cock then pull her head away. I could feel myself becoming near.
“You had better move your mouth.” I panted.
I reached down and took my cock in my hand and took over the wanking. She sucked on the tip for a few seconds then moving her head held her breasts together to receive my cum.
“You can cum on my ass if you like.” She said, looking up at me.
“I’m alright. I’ll cum here.”
My own breathing was becoming laboured, the muscles in my legs tensing and relaxing.
I was there.
“Oh.” I grunted, working my foreskin back and forth.
She moved her head forward. I could feel the warmth of her breath again. I held her head in place with one hand and slowly rubbed the tip of my cock over her face and against her lips. I felt her lips open briefly and the end of my cock enter then she pulled her head away.
I looked down. There was cum on her breasts. I felt them. Lifting them up then letting them fall. I could see the nipples hardening. They needed sucking.
I reach down for the baby-wipes and taking one began to wash her. She took her own wipe and cleaned away my cum then sat still as I lifted each breast in turn and applied the wipe.
“Do you mind my doing this?” I asked.
“I love it.” She replied.
“I love doing it.” I said taking another wipe and using it on her sides and arms.
I leaned forward as she knelt up and sucked on each nipple in turn with my hands on her ass cheeks.
“Do you want to do anything else?” I asked pulling my head away.
“Do you want to watch me?” She asked.
“Yes please.” I replied. “I would love to.”
“Give me one.” She said, laying on her back and bending her knees.
I took my longest vibrator and passed it to her.
She pushed it inside herself in two movements. She gasped then moaned.
Her hand moved faster.
“I can tell how fast you like it now.” I told her.
She smiled then held her breath again as her orgasm built then broke over her. Her body relaxed and her hand stopped moving. Reaching forward I took the end of the vibrator in the tips of my fingers and slowly began moving it in and out of her. She gasped as I speeded up.
“Yes. Yes.” She cried.
I moved faster.
“Oh. I’m there.” She said relaxing back onto the blanket.
I left the vibrator inside her for a few seconds then slowly pulled it from her. She smiled as she watched me begin to place my toys back into the carrier bag.
“Time you were going home.” I told her helping her to stand.
“Yes.” She said turning away to reach for her clothes. “Sorry I can’t stay longer.”
“That’s ok.” I said. “Wait a moment.”
I reached into my bag and took out a wipe.
“Just cleaning up your hole.” I said, wiping the remains of the liquid silk from between her ass cheeks.
“That was fun.” I said, as we dressed. “I can’t wait for the next time.”
“Neither can I.” She smiled.
The End