Closer

Everytime I have sex with D, I think I come closer and closer to having an orgasm, whether it’s vaginal or gspot, I am not sure. This past Friday was no exception.

Sitting against D, he whispers in my ear how good I smell. I thank him, and he replies with another whisper, “Wanna go back in my room and fuck?” he asks. “Hell yes!” I eagerly respond.

We both jump up, and head to his room. As soon as his door was shut, his lips were on mine. As we make out, he gives me a gentle shove onto the bed. When I sit down, facing him, he pulls out his already hard cock. I wrap my left hand around the base, pulling his foreskin back, and put my mouth over the head to suck.

I run my tongue around the top, then the sides of his head. I lower more of my mouth onto his hardness and begin to suck. I love the sounds he makes. As I suck, I wrap my right arm around his back and pull him closer.

After a few minutes, I took my mouth off of him to catch a breath and he lowered the rest of me onto the bed and undid my pants. I took off my shirt, revealing my pink and black negligee.

He got a condom on, put my legs over his shoulders, and guided himself in. Mmm, he felt so good, and I told him so. He started with slow thrusts of his cock in and out of my pussy, then got faster and harder.

After a wonderful few minutes, he pulled out and got on his back so that I could try being on top. I was nervous, but he was patient and told me to take my time. I kept fumbling with his cock, trying to get it in. Eventually I asked for help.

Once he was in, I slowly moved my body up and down. I had one knee on the bed and the other leg half standing, so there was a lot of room to move around. He began bucking his hips up and down. Honestly it felt better than when he was on top, because just then I felt a wave begin to take over my body, a feeling I get right before an orgasm. Unfortunately, he slowed down just as soon as I recognized the preorgasmic feeling.

I began moving my body up and down again, and he began moving his hips up and down again. That wonderful, teasing preorgasmic feeling came back. Just as I was about to say something, I got a really bad cramp where my right leg met my hip. I had to tell him about that instead.

We switched positions and he was back on top, pounding my pussy. Harder and faster, he pumped his cock into me, until he reached his climax. I didn’t orgasm this time, but at least now I know what to expect, and possibly have some toys ready to make the climax easier.

Mount’n Dew

“What would you like to drink?” D texted as we were making plans to hang out the next night, this time at his place.

“Mount n dew me, please,” I texted back. There was definitely a double meaning there. I wanted to drink mountain dew, and I wanted him to do me.

“Can do,” he replied, with a wink.

The next night I arrived right on time, met his room mate and got the grand tour of the place. We ate dinner (he cooked roast and potatoes in the crock pot). It was delicious.

We all chatted for a bit, until D pounced on his room mate (who was sitting on his bed in the living room). We all got into a tickle fight, his room mate (who I will call Brad) being the one being tickled.

When Brad couldn’t take it anymore, we all calmed down and settled to watch some shows on Netflix. I made myself at home by sitting up next to Brad along his headboard. D turned out the lights and we all sat back and relaxed.

At one point during the show, one of the characters said something about doing things to unsuspecting people in the dark. I looked at Brad, grinned, and said “Like tickling!” and attempted to tickle him. He grabbed my hand and held it down. We ended up holding hands, with him eventually snuggling up next to me. It was nice.

After a few episodes, D came over and sat with us. He attempted to harrass Brad, but Brad stopped him. I rested my right leg on D’s lap, with my left leg behind him. He began rubbing my foot, travelling up my leg, eventually rubbing the inside seam of my crotch. My breathing got heavier.

Brad snuggled up closer and began rubbing his hand all over my cheeks, neck, and chest. I just laid back and relaxed, no longer paying attention to the show.

Brad began kissing the side of my face, while D situated himself between my legs, kissing and nibbling up my legs, to my inner thighs, the rubbing of my crotch getting heavier, along with my breathing.

Brad had me sit up and began to take of my shirt. D went for my pants. I was now only wearing my black lacy negligee. D and I kissed, then, Brad and I kissed. I reached up to unbutton D’s shirt. He got that wild, sexy look in his eyes that turns me on (I was already way turned on at this point. I could feel my wet pussy throb in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Brad got my tits over the built in bra cups and began sucking on my left tit while D went for my right. I reached out my hands and began to feel and rub their awaiting hard ons. While D was sucking on my tit, he moved the cloth of my underwear to the side and began fingering me, then rubbing my juices around my clit. I arched my back and Brad began kissing my neck and chest.

D got up to run to his room to get condoms. While D was getting condoms, Brad got his pants off, as well as his boxers. D came back and undid his pants, then slid off my thong. Brad took off my negligee. I was completely naked and the guys were just wearing shirts.

As D mounted me, I took Brad’s cock into my hand. I began (attempting) to jerk him off while D fucked me. They both felt good. It was such a turn on to have a dick in my hand while another was in my pussy. D and I kissed, and then he bent his head to whisper in my ear that he wanted me to suck him. I said okay and he pulled out.

I moved the pillows to the foot board and leaned against those. D took off his condom (green apple flavor I think) and I began to suck while Brad got his condom on. I helped him guide his cock into me while I suckled on D’s. It was hot; I was doing my two favorite things at once. I had cock in my pussy and mouth.

After Brad had his orgasm, D put on a fresh condom and climbed back on top of me. We kissed a lot more, and under his breath he whispered how hot I was that night. I thanked him and kissed him some more. D soon had his orgasm, and we all got dressed.

It was a great night, and I definitely hope it can happen again. Also, Because there were so many things going on in the heat of the moment, I feel like I have missed a lot of details. This may or may not be true. Either way, it was hot. Thank you D and Brad!

Giving Without Receiving

I used to take pride in giving good head. I felt like that was the one thing I excelled at when being with a guy. I loved the control I had, the trust he had to have in me to let me use my mouth (where theres teeth) on his dick. Everyone that I have ever sucked has always said it was the best they ever had. Maybe all guys say that to every girl, but I was happy to believe them, and still do.

However, after Toby, I kind of quit caring about giving head. It was ruined for me in a lot of ways. I realized this when I was with The T several years back. I know exactly why I don’t care about giving head so much anymore.

You see, The only one to truly ever return the favor was Ex #4. He would eat me out for forever it seemed, though sadly it was more relaxing than climaxing. Yeah, Nathan, Tiffany, Leah, and The T have went down on me, but it was always for less than a minute or two because they found other things to do to me.

The times I was with Toby I would ask him to return the favor, he would always make up some excuse on why he couldn’t. I finally gave up asking when his last excuse was that “he heard he wasn’t supposed to go down on a girl unless he was in love with her.” I know that excuse was total bullshit. That is when I quit caring about giving head.

When I played with The T, he wanted me to suck him. I was adamant that it was not going to happen, but I finally compromised for just a little bit of suckage. I hated it, and that was the first time I didn’t take my time or care in what I was doing. I felt like it was substandard, though he disagreed.

I started enjoying giving head again when I sucked D in the woods. It was new, and exciting. I took great care in what I was doing.

I took even greater pride in what I was doing when I gave Will head. It was his favorite of the few things he allowed us to do together. I made sure to give good head because I wanted him to come back for more (since our sexual time was so few and far between), though I didn’t enjoy giving as much as I used to. Several times, after he came, he would mention how sometime he would like to return the favor.

One night I really wanted him to return the favor, so I asked him to do just that. I had actually really enjoyed giving him head. I had taken my time, and used my skill to the fullest. After he came, I asked if he would go down on me. He said no. I asked him why, since he said he wanted to return the favor. That is when he told me that the idea of going down on a girl was never much of a turn on. I asked how he expected to return the favor. He said that it would happen by having sex. He then left for food, and I sat in bed and cried. The last excuse Toby gave me came back to mind. I cried even harder. I felt like there was something wrong with me.

He came home, saw me crying and comforted me. I explained what was wrong when he asked. That is when he learned my true sexual past. He had always had bits and pieces before, but this time I finished the puzzle. I felt better, though was still a bit pissed. I eventually got over the fantasy of him going down on me.

Lately I have been craving tongue on my clit. It just sounds like it would feel really good. There have been several times that I thought D was going to do it, just from his postion at times, or how he kisses my stomach, all the way down to my mound. He never has done it for me, and I have been afraid to ask because I don’t want to ruin my liking of giving him head if he says no.

I really like giving D head, and I always have. He makes me want to give more head. I read the posts I write about sucking him, and they get me very wet and sexually excited. He brings back the old me.

Dessert

I had been wanting to suck his cock all week. Hell, I had wanted to suck him long before that, but the opportunity never presented itself until after dinner Thursday night.

“So, how about dessert?” he asked me teasingly.

“Mmm, sounds good,” I replied with a smile, slowly walking towards him.

When I got close enough, he tenderly took his hand and placed it on the side of my neck and leaned forward to kiss me. Eagerly, I kissed back as his other hand began rubbing me all over, grabbing my ass, and rubbing some more.

I reached up and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, smiling into his eyes, kissing him. I love his smile when we are playing around, and I love the eager look he gets in his eyes as he smiles. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, I slid it off and began removing his under shirt.

Next I went for his belt and began undoing it, as well as his pants button and zipper. I let the pants fall, and he stepped to the side, only wearing his underwear. I began rubbing his already rock hard cock through the cotton. He moaned in pleasure. The underwear came off and I got on my knees, getting to working with my mouth.

I wrapped my hand around the very thick and long base, then taking his head into my mouth, slowly inch by inch. I traced him with my tongue, massaging where I could. Once I got a good rhythm, I began bobbing my head back and forth.

After a minute or two, I was curious as to how much of him I could take into my mouth, and began easing his cock farther into my mouth. Sadly, I only got a few inches before my body told me to slow down. I pulled back and continued the teasing with my tongue, then bobbing my head.

After at least 5 minutes of sucking him, we moved to the bed, with me curled up at his thigh, pillow under my elbow, and sucking his amazing cock once more. I started with the slow tracing with my tongue, then began bobbing again. I kept this up for a good 20 minutes it seemed. When I heard his breathing change, I would change my rhythm so he could never get close to finishing.

When the unfortunate cramping of my neck began, I pulled out a condom and put it on him so that we could just have sex. Slowly he took off my shirt, then undid my belt and pants. It did not take long to get me completely undressed. We switched places, with me on my back this time, and him on top of my while he eased his cock into my very wet pussy.

He fucked me very gently, as I was still a little tender from my rip a while back. I noticed how his cock hit my g-spot perfectly, and I could feel a small pressure build that I felt once before.

After such a good sucking, it didn’t take long for D to finish, and as he did he reached his face forward to plant a kiss on my lips. He pulled out, we cleaned up, and watched another movie before saying good night.

Humiliation

So, I never wrote about my last time with Toby. It happened a year ago today. He was the last one I was with before Will. I feel like a shit that I was fooling around with others only a couple weeks before Will and I made it official. Anyhow, that is not the point.

The point is this: Toby humiliated me the last time we got together. The sad thing was, besides the fact that I knew better, was the fact that I instigated this particular hookup.

Late that night, I was sitting in bed, bored out of my mind. I could not make up my mind between playing on my computer, reading  a book, or masturbating. Thinking about masturbating got me thinking about how horny I was. I sent the text, knowing it was his night off.

He called me back as soon as he got my text, asking what was up. I said I was wondering if he wanted to hang out that night. He said he would be there in 20 minutes to pick me up, wear something sexy, I knew the drill.

I wore my red negligee, one he had never seen me in, my favorite one. Twenty minutes exactly, he was texting to say he was there. Mom was already asleep, so it was easy to somewhat sneak out, though I did leave a note saying I was going to his place for a bit to hang out.

We got to his house, and walking in he started in by grabbing my ass and lightly spanking it. I said we needed to wait until we got to his room. He tried to convince me to mess around in the living room (with his parents room in plain view). He got as far as getting my shirt off before I could lead him to his room.

Once in his room, he skipped the foreplay and started just stripping my clothes down to nothing. He then undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and shoved his cock in my mouth. Not really expecting it so soon, I gagged, almost to the point of actually getting sick. Luckily I did not.

I got it just wet enough in my mouth to give it some lube so I could jerk it off instead, being as how I needed to catch my breath. Once I no longer felt like gagging, I brought my mouth back to his cock.

Already slightly pissed, I gave him a somewhat mediocre blowjob. I really just didn’t care anymore. Halfway through, I look up to see him texting someone. I stop completely and ask “What the hell? You seem a bit preoccupied…” He responds with a yeah, telling me it was his cousin.

Whatever, I thought, and went back to sucking when he put the phone back down. Soon after he gets his phone again.

Just as I am taking his cock out of my mouth to jerk it the rest of the way, thinking that there is no way in hell I am gonna let this guy cum in my mouth after the way he was acting, he shoots. All over me. Because I was not expecting it, it gets on my face, then down on my tits, and even on my thigh. “Ooops, my bad,” was all he could say, as he is finishing writing his text.

“Ummm, so do you think I could have something to clean this off please?” I ask, more furious than before. He quickly gets his pants back on and goes and gets me a wash cloth.

As I am cleaning his mess off of me, he tells me I need to hurry up, that his cousin is on his way over. I stop in mid wipe and ask “Seriously? You can’t tell him no?” He responds with a stupid excuse.

I finally get his mess off of me (as best as I could without a shower) and get dressed, feeling more and more humiliated with each piece of clothing I put back on. We then get back in his car so he could take me home.

“You’re upset, aren’t you?” he asks.

“No, not upset,” I reply shortly.

“You’re pissed, huh?”

“Oh, just a little. You really have no idea, do you?”

“I said I was sorry. It was an accident. Does this mean you won’t hang out with me anymore?”

“Oh, that sounds about right.”

A few minutes later, I was home and in the shower. He texted me two days later, asking if I wanted to hang out. I replied with a “hell no,”

He tried a few more times, over the course of a week. I always said no, and once Will and I became official, he stopped completely.

In the Woods

Toby has this big goal to get me to go and do stuff outdoors with him. I always say no, as I just don’t trust him. Plus, I think we ended that (I hope). But, that does not mean I don’t have a fantasy or two of doing stuff in public, with the chance of being caught at any time. I finally did do something (somewhat in public, just not with Toby. I will call this guy D.

I am at school and I meet the best friend of a friend. He’s cute, and I flirt a little. We have a bit in common, and when it comes time for me to go to class, I have to climb over him to leave the lunch table in the corner.

I go to class to find out it was cancelled. I go back to the cafeteria, as I am now done for the day. He is still there, as I was only gone for a few minutes. I climb back over him and he kind of gives my ass a playful squeeze when no ones looking. I am not surprised, as I am actually kind of used to being groped by my friends.

I set my laptop back up, thinking I am gonna get some more blog stuff written for once. As I set up, he asks if he could have my number and if I text. I tell him my number, thinking nothing of it.

A few minutes later I get a text from a number I don’t recognize. I look up and ask if that’s him. He says yes. I open it, and am shocked at what it says: “We should go back into the woods and have some fun. I know the perfect spot.” I smile, and reply back via text, “Ooo, that’s naughty. Sounds fun, lets go.” I make up an excuse as to why I have to leave so soon, and text him that I have to run to the bathroom, but will meet him out front. He says ok. As I am walking away, he says he has to leave too.

When I come out of the bathroom, he is waiting outside. We walk side by side, my heart pounding. Once we are out of hearing distance from surrounding students and teachers, he asks me if I am nervous. I say, “very,” and ask if he is. He says yes. We get a little farther into the woods, and have a little bit of small talk. I swear, we sounded like a couple in a low budget porn dialogue; “So what’s your name? How old are you? Did you grow up around here?”

We walked a little farther, finally leaving the trail to go up onto the hill and behind the trees and bushes, out of sight. I had to say, I approved of the spot, though I was terrified of being caught.

“So how do you want to do this?” he asks, as he’s unzipping his pants and pulling out his monster cock. I get on my knees and put my left hand around the base while my tongue slowly licked around the head, getting it wet. Once its wet, I take it into my mouth and begin to suck while teasing with my tongue.

I take my left hand off his cock to let my mouth take in more and wrapped my arm around his leg, pulling him closer. I hear him quietly moaning, knowing that he would be louder if there wasn’t the chance of being heard. I looked up into his eyes as I suck him off to see him smiling.

I continue to suck while massaging his cock with my tongue. I would never keep the same rhythm , always changing the motions of my tongue, the pace of my head bobbing back and forth, cock in mouth. (It’s the first time I have enjoyed sucking cock in a long time, as Toby ruined it for me for a while).

I suck for a good fifteen minutes at least before I take my mouth off of his cock and begin to jack him off instead.

“Mmm, does sucking my dick make you wet?” he asks quietly.

“Oh, yes. Very much so.”

“Do you want me in you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Of course,” I say as I reach into my purse and take out one of the condoms.

I take it out of the package and begin to put it on. I mumble about how this was the only time I hated having long finger nails. He hears me, and takes over, getting the rest of the condom on.

“So how is this gonna work?” I ask, looking at our very damp and dirty surroundings.

“Hold onto the fence and back up into me,” he says. I quickly undo my pants and pull them down and do as he suggests.

Before I know it, I am holding onto the fence and his cock is filling my dripping wet pussy.

He wraps his arms around my waist, locking his hands together at my pelvis and begins slow deep thrusts. The thrusts quickly increase in speed. He slows down for a few seconds, trying to gain control. The control doesn’t last long and he quickly resumes the quick heavy thrusts.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hold back any longer after such a great blow job,” he says, as his body clenches and his thrusts get very slow and very deep as he finally reaches his climax.

We hide the evidence and put our pants back on. We are both panting and sweaty after a nice fuck in the woods. We walk back to the parking lot together, where I wait for the bus and he heads home.

One Afternoon Stand

About a week before my birthday, Forbidden Fruit informed me that his best friend (who we will call Eric) was coming into town for a few days and his birthday present to me was that Eric and I are able to fool around. He said Eric was very into it, and had never done anything before, not even kiss. I must admit, I was intrigued. I told him I would think about it.

Timing never seemed to be right the whole time that Eric was in town, but finally on his last day here, Forbidden Fruit called to see if I was home and that my mom was gone. She was, so he said they would be over soon. Within that hour, there was a knock on my door and I let the two guys in.

It started out very awkward, as both Eric and I were very shy. I didn’t know what he wanted, what he was okay with, etc. Forbidden Fruit helped by pushing the right buttons on me, knowing how to get me worked up. He then had us each take turns removing an article of clothing.

The first thing to go was the shoes and socks, next was our shirts. Eric seemed intrigued by my pierced nipples. There was a lot of nervous giggling, but finally Forbidden Fruit was able to go sit in the corner (the condition of us hooking up was that he got to watch, out of curiosity), and Eric’s and my hormones finally kicked in.

It started with Eric caressing my tits, squeezing and twisting my nipples (so much better with the piercings). Next he bent his head down and began to suck on my right tit, flicking the piercing with his tongue. I let out a small moan, as I had never felt sensation like that before the piercings. For the first time ever my nipple began to feel over stimulated. He soon switched over to the other nipple and began to work on it.

By this time we were both incredibly worked up. However, there was one small detail I failed to mention to them at the beginning of this. Thanks to Mother Nature, I had some female issues that prevented me to do some things that I wanted to do, or let be done. I was not happy about this, making me hesitant to do much more.

I knew I had to say something, so I used the excuse of not being ready to “go all the way,” but was willing to go down on Eric. He seemed eager enough, and it didn’t take long for him to take off his pants and me get a hold of his cock. I made it nice and hard by massaging it.

I bent my head down and went to work. I licked and teased the tip of his cock with tongue, flicking and licking, swirling my tongue around so that my mouth was finally filled with cock.

Bobbing my head up and down on his hard cock, I would try to remember to stimulate his balls and nipples every so often. I continued to suck, and to switch it up a bit, I would remove my mouth and lightly blow on him. He moaned. I bent my head a little further and sucked on each ball, one at a time.

To tease him a little bit, I stopped sucking and starting kissing and biting my way up his chest, paying specific attention to his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. I looked up and asked if he was ok with actual kissing. He said it sounded good.

I positioned myself so that my face was inches from his and went for it. It started as a light peck, but then we pecked some more, each kiss getting a little bit longer. After a few kisses we began full on making out, sucking on each other’s lips and tongues. That was the best kiss I ever had.

After a while of kissing, I went back to sucking his cock.

Soon after though, we realized the time. He didn’t have time to finish and my mom was due home any minute. We stopped, got dressed, and went with Forbidden Fruit to get coffee and lunch.

Used

I told him I would be out in just a few minutes. I turned off WoW (shock, I know), and got dressed, making sure to wear a red thong and a sexy bra. I gathered up my keys, cell phone, put my shoes on, left a note on my bedroom door, and tiptoed out of the apartment.

We drove to his house, but his mom was still up, so he decided he did not want to go in until she went to bed. He asked if it was ok to just drive around. I said sure, and we did. Eventually he found a parking lot and he pulled in and we just talked.

We talked about when we messed around last time, how I liked it, how he liked it, how it could have been better, what things we like and don’t like. It was good that we talked, because I think it was something I needed. It made me relax a little.

Three came around and we drove back to his place. His mom was in bed by then so we snuck into his room. We stood there talking for a few minutes, trying to ease the atmosphere.

After a few minutes, he placed his hands on my breasts and started to squeeze and fondle. He then stuck his hands under my shirt and lifted my tits out of my bra to fondle with them more. When he got a little too rough with my nipples, I reminded him, and he then took a good look at my piercings and smiled.

He lowered his head to my right nipple and began to lick, suck and tease it. Holy shit, I have never felt anything like that on my nipples before. They used to be so insensitive, but I could feel the bar move around on the nerves inside and it felt amazing. Our breathing started to get heavy.

Next, he reached to undo my jeans. My belt got in the way and I had to help him get it undone. Slowly he slid my pants down and felt for my thong. I took off my shirt while he turned me around so that I could feel his hard cock pressing against the small of my back.

He wrapped his arms around me, feeling my tits, feeling my ass. Suddenly he grabbed my ass like no one has before and squeezed. That sent me over the edge and my breathing picked up even more.

He turned me around again, and we kissed. We kissed all over, and I found his neck, nibbling just a little bit, then sucking slightly. He did the same.

He would whisper in my ear how I liked things. I couldn’t speak, only give a soft moan of agreement. He would reach behind me and grab my ass over and over, squeezing.

Finally after about ten minutes he asked if I was ready. Oh yes. He undid his jeans and his hard cock was ready and waiting. I got down on my knees and ran my tongue around the tip, slowly easing it into my mouth.

Way too soon it felt like, he came in my mouth. I had no way to get rid of it so I had to swallow. It was definitely not the best, but not the worst I have tasted. All in all I am a little disappointed. I sucked him for not even a minute when he came, then he was zipping his pants back up. It was time to go. It was over, and I was used.

I got dressed and he took me home. We will see how I feel in the morning, but right now I am feeling a little annoyed. Annoyed at myself, a little annoyed at him. I was trying to say no, but he pushed me. I finally agreed, and damnit, it was hot. But was 20 minutes of hotness really worth feeling used?

Booty Call Pt. 2

I wanted to kiss him so bad. I tilted my head slightly to the right, leaning in. He did kind of the same, but before our lips touched we both pulled back, but like magnets, our lips locked. We kissed for a few seconds, his hands slowly running over my hips and waist. He slowly started to unbutton my pants, then unzip then. In just a few seconds I was in only my thong and the outfit I chose to wear.

I locked my arms around his neck, kissing him some more. As we kissed, he slowly snuck a hand inside my thong and found my clit. He rubbed in slow circles, kissing my neck, his free hand still running along my waist.

I felt weak in the knees, and I think he caught on. His rubbing on my clit got a little rougher, and I finally couldn’t take it anymore, it felt too rough. I said so. He stopped then, and told me I had to tell him those things. I told him I was telling him now. We talked a little more, he asked if I was sure I wanted to do this, that he could take me back home if I wanted. I told him I did want it. He asked what I wanted to do. I asked what he wanted.

He said it would be easy for him to let me give him a blowjob or handjob, but it didn’t feel right asking because of how nervous I was. I told him I wanted to do it. He asked how I wanted him, and I told him I was used to the guy laying down. He slowly laid down on the bed, and I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He lifted himself up a bit so that I could pull down his pants and boxers.

I got out my green apple flavored lube and rubbed it on the tip of his hard cock, then blew gently, since it was the warming flavored kind. I added a little more lube, then got on my knees and took the head of his dick into my mouth.

I started by tracing the whole head with my tongue, then sucked on it. I moved my mouth farther down his cock, massaging the base with my tongue. With one hand I gently massaged his balls, with my other hand I reached under his shirt and found his nipple and tweaked it a little.

He asked me if I wanted him to tell me when he was close. I said yes, please. I was gonna swallow for him. He told me then that he was close. Since I didn’t feel like I was going long enough, I changed my rhythm, preventing him from cumming.
I kept up my pattern of massaging his cock with my tongue, teasing the head, sucking on it. I mixed up the pattern, never doing the same thing for too long. After a good half hour at least went by, he said he was close again. I decided to be evil and change my rhythm before he could.

He was so quiet the whole time, I never knew what he was thinking. I stopped sucking, so that I could take his cock in my hands and began moving it up and down. I looked him in the eyes and smiled. He had no idea how wet I was, just from sucking him.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Yes,” was all he said.

“Any technique you like best?” I asked as I continued to jerk him off.

“Its all good,” was his response.

Something told me he didn’t seem that into it, and I started to feel a little bad. I asked him what he was thinking about. That is when he told me he kept thinking he was hearing someone outside his room. I asked if people were known to just barge in, and he said yes, making him afraid we were gonna get caught. I asked what he wanted to do, that I could hurry up and make him finish, or we could stop right then.

My heart sank when he said we should stop. I felt a little disappointed, since he was never able to finish, but I got dressed while he got his pants back on. He took me home.

In the car, I apologized for him not being able to finish. He said it was fine. I asked if he wanted to try again some other time, or slow down and see where the friendship took us. He said we should slow down and see what happens. I said that was cool with me.

Hungry

I am hungry; hungry for cock. Nice hard cock. I want to take one into my mouth, feel it harden and grow. I want it to fill my dripping wet pussy. Heh, James texted me last night. I told him I was horny and wished I had a cock to suck. He replied by saying he was sorry he wasn’t there. I told him I bet he was sorry, because he knew that I would suck him if he wanted.

As I sit here, I picture the movements my tongue would make around a cock, any cock.

I would start by tracing my tongue along the underside of the tip, then taking everything into my mouth, inch by inch. The more I take in, the more I move my tongue, up down and all around.

Sucking and licking until he is almost ready to blow. Only then will I fill my wet and throbbing pussy by straddling him. Start by riding slow, and slowly begin to pick up my pace. Rubbing my clit with one hand, reaching back and massaging his balls with the other.

I bend down and kiss him, he kisses back. He runs his fingers through my hair, runs his fingernails down my back. I shiver hot chills. I go wild. The bed starts to squeak as our thrusting becomes more urgent, faster, harder.

We cum, one after the other. Me first, then him. Seeing each other in such pure bliss, we cum a second time, even harder. I collapse into his arms and he holds me while we sleep. He is the big spoon, I am the little one.