Here’s a true story of one my most memorable nights of debauchery. 99% of the dialogue is accurate; certain
things become lodged in one’s brain, when they occur in the right context.
Jane has shown up in my blog several times before, although
I’ve never referred to her by name. For
example, she’s the girl for whom I served as a reference fuck (see previous
blog entry for more). Jane and I were on
again, off again with regard to a real relationship but got together
occasionally because we enjoyed each other’s company; plus the sex was always
good. A couple of years ago, I decided
to have Jane over for dinner, just before Christmas. We hadn’t seen each other in a while so I
wanted to catch up. As usual, we had a
great time over dinner and several glasses of wine. My intent wasn’t to sleep with her that
evening, since our last encounter had been my breaking up with her. That all went to hell after the second bottle
of wine was polished off. One can only
expect so much will power when confronted with an attractive redhead who loves
to please in the bedroom. As I uncorked
our third bottle of red, we stood in the kitchen flirting over small talk. With little fanfare, I grabbed her and kissed
her. There are women who can kiss and
those who can’t; Jane represents a true talent in that department and kissing
has always been an event unto itself. We
kissed passionately, her lips and tongue tasting of the wine we had just been
enjoying. Our hands groping each other
from both excitement and a bit of drunken reverie. She broke away from me and exclaimed,
‘finally, a man who knows how to kiss me.’
We continued to kiss and my hand found its way under her
skirt. ‘Someone’s definitely
excited. I love how wet you get for me’,
I said. She responded that I always made
her wet.
Then she told me what she wanted. ‘Will you stroke your cock for me
tonight? It’s such a turn on to watch a
guy stroke his hard cock. I want you to
cum on my tits too. It’s been a fantasy
of mine. Will you do that for me?’
I can’t recall exactly how I responded but it was an
enthusiastic affirmative. Duh!
We made our way to the bedroom, tearing off clothes as we
stumbled. I threw Jane down on the bed
and continued to kiss her, while my hands began exploring her now naked
form. Caressing her breasts, feeling her
nipples harden with my touch. Moving my
head down, I began to explore her breasts with my mouth. Lips at first, then brushing my tongue over each
one, then sucking with a bit more intensity.
My hand moved down to touch her sex, her legs parting automatically to
receive me. Just a bit of touching to
start, then a bit more pressure on her clit, slowly rubbing in a circle. Her breathing continued to get heavier and
more ragged as I touched her. I’ve been
here before and remember just how she likes to be pleasured. After taking a break from mouthing her
breasts to watch the look of bliss spread across her beautiful face, I return
to the task. She pushed her head up and
joined me, both our tongues dancing across her pink nipple. The site is intoxicating as we both surrender
to our pleasure. I slide one finger into
her very wet pussy, causing her to moan.
Jane’s a g-spot girl and it’s time for her to cum for me. I slowly work my finger in and out of her,
finally settling on her g-spot, massaging it in a circular movement. I can feel her begin to build toward her
first orgasm as I vary the pressure to touch her just right. Her hips begin to move ever so slightly and I
ask her if she’s going to cum for me.
‘Mmm, hmm’
‘Then do it, honey.
Cum for me. Give me what I want.’
And her first orgasm hits; it’s always the mildest for her.
‘Oooh, ooh, ohh…’
I kiss her passionately and take her hand in mine, guiding
it back down between her thighs. I
position my hand over top of hers, finger for finger, so I can slide both of
our middle fingers inside her as one.
Then I begin to masturbate her with her own finger, making it my own
little sex toy. After a few moments, I
can feel her reach that point. Women
know what I’m referring to; it’s that point where whatever stimulation you’re
receiving must end in an orgasm. Once
Jane reaches that point of no return, I remove my own finger, leaving her
climax in her own hands, as it were.
‘God that’s so hot, Janey.
I love watching you touch yourself for me. Will you make yourself cum for me? I want you show me how much I excite you.’
As she touches herself, I return to her breasts and pleasure
her that way. Then, she cums for
me. Her ‘ooh, ooh, oh…’ accompanied by
the soft spasm in her hips.
Once she recovers, it’s clear she has her mind on her own
oral arguments. Jane loves to suck my
cock and shoves me back on the bed so she can get to work. Tonight, there’s no teasing…no playful
licking. She’s hungry for me down her
throat and devours my cock over and over.
After deep throating me for a bit, she moves up and straddles me. I love how her hips move as she rides my
cock. I reach up and play with her
nipples. She’s moaning louder than
normal tonight; I can hear the urgency as she works me. But the urgency somehow transitions to
frustration. She wants to cum again and just
can’t get there fast enough for her liking.
She rolls off of me, onto her back, and begins to thrust her fingers in
and out of herself. Her body spasms in a
way I hadn’t seen before and she screams as her orgasm rips through her
body.
‘Fuck!’
She then pulls me on top of her, wraps her legs around me,
and tells me to fuck her. She needs to
cum all over my cock. Honestly, the next
few hours remain a bit hazy for me. We
continued to use each other in every position we could think of, stopping
occasionally for a bit of a rest and more wine.
Ultimately, I wound up behind her (for the second or third time),
grabbing her hips and thrusting deeply.
Over time, I’d worked out just the right angle to best ravage her
g-spot; a move that caused her to orgasm almost constantly and always made me
cum as well. The combination of not
lasting much longer inside her as well as fatigue (3 hours of fucking will do
that to you!) made the decision easy. I
pulled her shoulders up so I could stay inside her while I whispered in her
ear.
‘Do you want me to stroke my cock for you and cum all over
your tits?’
‘Yes, do it.’
I moved to where I was standing next to the side of the bed,
allowing me to lean back on it slightly, and she immediately dropped to her
knees in front of me. She couldn’t
resist sucking my hard cock for a bit but then moved back a bit to watch the
show she wanted. I started masturbating
for her, milking my hard cock. As my
shaft would become dry, I’d pull her head forward and she’d deep throat me
until I was lubed up from her saliva.
As I resumed stroking my cock, I watched Jane watching me
and I’ve never seen a look on a woman’s face quite like hers that night. Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated
lust; her eyes burning as she watched me stroking my cock in directly in front
of her face. I’ll never forget that look
on her face as long as I live nor will I forget the scene; it was one of the
hottest sexual experiences I’ve ever had.
Jane would occasionally interrupt my stroking to enjoy
playing with my cock. She’d stroke it
herself, then lean forward and bury it between her breasts, wrapping them
around it so she could feel me fucking her tits, then use her mouth to make it
wet again.
After providing her with her value for the price of
admission, I decided it was time to grant her second request. I asked her if she was ready to feel my cum
all over her tits.
‘Yes, cum all over me.
I want to feel your hot cum.’
I repeated the exchange a few more times, further working us
both up, then took a step forward so I could explode all over her pretty
tits. There are few times that real life
lives up to what you see in porn but this was one of them for me. I groaned that I was going to cum and then
began to erupt just where she asked. It
was one of the biggest loads I’ve ever mustered and it truly splashed all over
both of her breasts. She pulled me
against her and rubbed my cock in the hot, sticky mess that pooled between her
tits.
At that point, we both pretty well collapsed. It was quite the marathon, lasting until just
after three a.m. and I still had to drive to Florida the next morning. Yes, it was a long drive but well worth the
pain.
I hope you enjoyed reading this and appreciate any
feedback. I’ll pass it along to Jane too.
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