She had gone out on a date earlier in the afternoon. She liked the guy, as was usual. He was hot for her, as was also usual. They had kissed and groped a little.
She was telling me this while we were waiting for our Quiznos order. It was making me hard, and I pressed my cock into her ass. Nobody was watching. I was a bit disappointed.
Me: “I could fuck you right here.”
Her: “I want you once we get back home.”
Back at our bedroom things started heating up. She pulled down my pants and started sucking, eyes looking up into mine, mouth filled with my cock. She slid back and for for a bit until I held her head and started thrusting into her mouth… slowly. I was incredibly hard and long. She actually started gagging a bit even though she only got halfway. I pulled out of her mouth but was still getting more excited. Feeling the back of her mouth with the head of my cock really turns me on.
I stood her up and turned her around, her back to my front. I wrapped one arm around her chest, and the other around her head. I titled her head away from me so that I could kiss her neck. She started gasping. He had done the same earlier today.
I stripped her down and stood back to look at her. She stood there, naked and without a hint of self-consciousness. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed deeply, my cock pressed into her belly.
I took her to the bed, pushed her down and lifted her hips up. I then kneeled down and started kissing her pussy lips. She didn’t need any time to respond; I hadn’t even opened her pussy but she was already breathing heavily. She put her feet on my shoulders as I gave her a few very light licks from her vagina up to her clit; she was so aroused that even this touch nearly made her cum. A few kisses to her clit and some soft tongue attention started her screaming.
I stood up and slowly pushed my cock into her. She was laying on her back at the edge of the bed; I was standing with her legs resting on my shoulders. This is our new favorite position; I can thrust into her deeply, quickly, and strongly. And I did, over and over, switching from long smooth strokes to deep pounds to rapid lunges. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass while she orgasmed filled the room and my mind.
After she came for several minutes, I pulled out of her (soaking wet with her juice) and climbed onto the bed. I grabbed her by the hips and rolled her onto her knees and elbows. I entered her and made her cum again. I could tell she was hitting her peak; her orgasm cries were becoming more strained. I had an idea; I leaned forward and rested my weight on my left hand. With my right, I reached around her hip and placed my hand on her pussy. She was completely shaved; there was nothing to feel but beautifully soft folds. I rubbed her lips a bit and then slowly spread her, feeling for her clit. She gasped; she was extremely sensitive to my touch and could barely take the stimulation. But I would not stop moving my fingers; slowly at first, then very gradually increasing my speed, pressure, and proximity to her button. At the same time I started stroking my cock inside her and kissing the back of her neck. She loves all of this; she came again once more, loudly and intensely.
We laid down together after that. She said that she wanted me to cum in her mouth, and started sucking me. She was still on fire, and aggressively ravaged my cock with her mouth. She purposefully started to gag herself with my cock. I don’t know why, but this horrible sound is incredibly erotic when it’s done during sex. She doesn’t particularly enjoy it herself, and I never ask her to do it; if it happens it’s usually an occasional accident. But today was different; she threw herself on my cock, throat-first, over and over. Hearing, seeing, and feeling her do this thing just for me drove me crazy with desire. Today she was a complete and fully committed whore, and enjoying every minute of it.
With some strokes of my cock I shot inside her mouth. I can never keep track of time when I cum but it seems to go on forever. I could feel her tongue sliding around on my head during each spurt; usually that means she’s trying to find a place to hold it all until after I’m complete. I let out a loud, guttural scream as I shot, and everything in my mind went bright. When I was done and had squeezed the last drop from my shaft, she sat up, swallowed her mouthful, and gave me a look of pure enjoyment. We kissed and giggled; there was only a barest taste of my cum in her mouth this time. My whole body and mind relaxed.
She looked at me and said “I want to go and see him tonight.”
Me: “You’re still horny?”. She nodded vigorously, with a look of excitement still in her eyes.
“Ok, you can.”
I couldn’t say no to her. I didn’t want to. I was fine with it. I wasn’t threatened or anxious. And I felt all of my love for her.
I gave her permission. I lectured her about safety, told her to check in and be back soon, set restrictions the most that she could do… but I let her go, without regret. I loved seeing her excited and wanting more, even after I had poured myself into her. I was fulfilled, and she was off to assert her new-found sexuality.