2 comments/ 90530 views/ 40 favorites Open Relationship? By: remnick13 *Yes, this is a cuckold story. Or rather a satire of the genre. If you can't get over the subject matter, then you probably shouldn't give it a read. It always amuses me that even when an author presents a story as work of complete fiction, readers still post angry comments as if these characters are real people. This is a total fabrication. The narrator and individuals he describes are imaginary, so don't get heated at a cheating girlfriend who only exists on paper. I refer to this yarn as a satire because it is intentionally absurd with the narrator experiencing a variety of classic cuckold scenarios.* My name is irrelevant. My story is that of a primarily one sided "open" relationship. My latina live-in girlfriend Carmen Polonia, who is reminiscent of a young Salma Hayek, had broached the subject of an open relationship on a few occasions. I was hesitant because of course it would always work out better for her. Sorry, but women don't have to put in half the effort to get laid that men do. Carmen has an alluring body and sultry accent. She has to fend off guys left and right when she goes out for a drink. She was clever about it though. She knew I had a crush on this former coworker of mine, Jamie Sutter. Carmen gave me permission to pursue a sexual relationship with Jamie. I just had to wonder if Carmen was being so generous because she wanted to screw one of her male friends guilt free? Our sex life was always good, but she had quite the reputation before we got involved. That was something I just had to get over if I wanted to be with her. On Friday, she texted me to meet her after work at this nightclub near her office. She worked in advertising. She added in the text that she was wearing a pink thong which was a favorite of mine. Sometimes she'd spend an entire Sunday lounging in nothing but that particular thong because she knew how much it excited me. I got to the club ahead of her and waited at a table for two. Several minutes later and to my chagrin, she entered the club accompanied a well dressed gentleman with slicked back hair. They looked about the same height since she was in her high heels. "Hey, baby!" she said gleefully before greeting me with a quick peck on the lips. "This is Teddy. He's in charge of my department," she explained. "Good to meet you. Heard a lot about you," Teddy said. "Hi," was all I said, not hiding my displeasure as Teddy pulled up another chair. We spent the next hour chatting. I didn't care much for fast talking guys like Teddy, but since he was Carmen's boss, I did my best to feign interest. They went on about being best pals in the office. Teddy even referred to Carmen as his "work wife." It was comments like that ticked me off more than him glancing down her frilly red blouse whenever he got a chance. Carmen also made eyes at him, but that was not out of the ordinary. She is a big time flirt. Why the hell did she tease me about the pink thong if she was going to invite a friend? And this jerk of all people? The gabfest was only interrupted when one of Carmen's favorite R&B songs played. "Oh my god! This is my song! Baby, I wish you liked to dance," she lamented. "Sorry," I replied. "I'll dance with you if your boyfriend doesn't mind?" Teddy offered. "Baby?" she asked me with sad puppy dog eyes. "Sure." How could I say no to her and not be the bad guy? Teddy took Carmen by the hand and lead her onto the dance floor. I don't know much about dancing, but I believe they did a tango. They were pretty good I will admit. Obviously they had chemistry and even attracted a few spectators. This was like a cruel joke. He whispered in her ear and she blushed. Whatever he said had to be sexual in nature. Her skirt rode up a few times. God, she has such sexy legs. As the dance continued, they would grind their hips together and his hands began to brush against her ass. I couldn't stop thinking about her pink thong because there really wasn't much material in between them. When they came back to the table, she appeared flustered and he grinned smugly. "It's getting late," I said desperately. "I have friend throwing a party uptown if guys are interested?" Teddy said. "That sounds fun," Carmen said enthusiastically. "No, I'm tired." I was really hoping to end this night. "Wow, this guy is a real buzz kill," Teddy said. I let this jackass dance with my girlfriend and he calls me a buzz kill? "You go if you want," I said to Carmen. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yeah." I didn't sound too convincing, but my consent was all she needed to hear. The three of us left the club together and I hailed a cab while Teddy escorted Carmen to his compact sports car. There wouldn't have been room in that car for me anyway, so his invitation wasn't all that sincere. I went home to our apartment, but couldn't sleep. I felt so disrespected. We discussed an open relationship and would role play as other people, but never officially decided on anything. Now she was out on a Friday night with another guy? Maybe I should've given Jamie a call? I finally heard Carmen's keys jingling just after two in the morning. I hurried into the living room to confront her, but to my dismay, she entered the apartment with Teddy right behind her. He wrapped his arms around her abdomen and planted kisses on her neck. She was tipsy, but not all the way drunk. He wasn't drunk either. The bastard knew what he was doing. "Carmen?" I was looking for some clarification. "Hey, baby. You're still up?" she asked as he continued to fondle her entire body. "Listen, Teddy had a few drinks and doesn't feel comfortable driving. He's gonna crash here tonight," she said as he pulled up her skirt and slipped his hands between her thighs. She dropped her purse and her eyes fluttered. She was really aroused. "I'm not comfortable with this," I said to no avail. "Too bad," he said as he pulled her to our bedroom and she kicked her heels off. "Sweet dreams, baby," she said to me while staring up into his blue eyes. They didn't think or care to shut the door and I heard them plop down in our bed a moment later. I went to the doorway of our bedroom and saw Carmen laying down with Teddy kneeling beside her. He was slipping her the tongue while also caressing her toned legs. Then, he pulled her top up and sucked on one of her nipples through the material of her bra. "Mmm...Teddy...I've always been so hot for you... I've wanted you for so long..." she sighed. He then pulled her bra down, allowing him to suck on her nice hard nipples unimpeded. "Mmm...that feel's so good..." They would alternate between making out and him sucking on her tits for the next few minutes. Finally his hand slipped under her skirt and she really started to thrash about. I couldn't see his hand inside of her skirt, but had to assume that he had pushed her thong aside and had slipped a finger or two into her neatly trimmed pussy. "Teddy...yes...right there...that's the spot..." He kissed her neck as she wildly called out "Oh...god...I want to fuck you so bad..." It looked like she was about to orgasm from Teddy fingering her, but he noticed me and got ticked off. "Get lost," he hollered as he tossed a throw pillow in my direction. Carmen got a giggle out of that and said to me "Baby, you're being rude. Give us some privacy." She then pulled him back down and jammed her tongue into his mouth. I went back to the living room and had no choice but to listen to their antics as they were quite rowdy. He shouted out "Oh! Carmen! You're so fucking hot!" She replied "Mmm...Teddy! You fucking stud!" I've never heard our bed creak so loud. I'm sure the neighbors could hear it too. Curiosity got the better of me and I went back to the bedroom door. They had stripped naked and she was riding his member and bucking her hips like she was trying to break the bed frame. He was deep inside of her, but I could tell by the base of his member that it was pretty thick. "Mmm...Teddy! You feel so good!" She really loved being on top during sex. She needed to be in control, which was always fine with me. "I always knew you'd end up on the business end of my dick!" Teddy wasn't hating it either as he thrusted his large erection up into her snatch and fondled her perky tits. They were too engulfed in passion to realize I was there this time. "Si! Mi amore! I love fucking your big thick cock!" she cooed, occasionally reverting to her native tongue. She then leaned down to kiss him passionately while he reached around to paw at her curvaceous ass. "You can fuck this cock anytime you want!" he promised her as she arched her back and picked up the pace. "God! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum" she cried. They were holding hands as she came. For some inane reason, holding hands was really crossing the line to me. It was too intimate. I went back into living room and awaited the awkward showdown with Teddy. A few minutes went by with no sign of anyone and I heard Carmen start moaning again. I couldn't believe it. I went to the bedroom for a humbling third time and saw Carmen riding Teddy in reverse cowgirl. That was my personal favorite position. She had a great ass it looked so good bouncing up and down on a hard dick. "Oh...fuck...Carmen..." Mr. Fast-Talker was at a loss for words as he was about to cum himself. She grabbed onto the headboard for better leverage as she grinded on his cock. He grabbed her hips and tried to guild her pace, so he could last longer, but she was in total control. "You gonna cum for me, stud!? You gonna cum for me!?" Carmen whipped her hair back and popped her hips one last time to make Teddy cum. Her ass looked so damn amazing. "Oh...fuck..." he huffed and puffed. "Mmm...was my pussy all you dreamed it could be? Did you fall in love with my pussy?" Carmen laid back on his torso and brought his hands back to her tits. A post climax cuddle usually reserved for me. "Yeah...I just fell in love with your pussy." Teddy eyes were glazed over. It looked like she had completely drained him of all fluid. I retired to the couch with our spare blankets as Carmen and Teddy exited the bedroom hand in hand and hopped in the shower. They turned the water on full blast, but I could still hear them fucking again. Carmen always loved to be fucked from behind in the shower, so I had to assume that's what was happening. Teddy finally took off around six in the morning. Carmen and I then had a talk at the kitchen table. "Thank you for being so mature about this," she said. "You're assuming a lot. If I don't fuck Jamie, then this isn't an open relationship. It's just you cheating on me," I replied. I had to let her know I was serious. "Well, where do we go from here?" she asked. "You can keep on doing whatever with this Teddy guy if you want, but I need a few days to decide what I'm going to do," I said. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I helped our neighbor Mrs. Cornell with a leaky pipe on Saturday because her husband was out of town and her lazy son Paul couldn't be bothered. I met my good buddy Robbie Correa at a sports bar on Sunday to watch some football. Carmen went about her business and neither of us brought up Teddy or this new sexual arrangement. *** However, Carmen was absolutely glowing when she got home from work on Monday. "How was your day?" I asked as I straightened up in the living room. "Wonderful," she replied. "Were things awkward between you and Teddy?" I shouldn't have asked that. I should've left well enough alone. She blushed and sat me down on the couch like a school girl ready to gossip. "Well, I stopped by his office first thing in the morning and..." She grinned from year to year. She had a really cute smile. She was so beautiful. "What?" I just had to ask. "We fucked against his office door!" she proclaimed. "We didn't even lock it. Someone could've walked in on us at any time. It was so hot." "Risky," I said, trying to play it cool. "That's why we locked it when I went back after lunch. We were able to get completely naked and have sex on this nice comfy chair he got when he was promoted," she said casually. "Oh," was all I could muster. "He wanted to wait until everyone left for the day and have sex on the conference table, but I turned him down. I don't want him to start getting clingy," she said. "That was smart. You wouldn't want some clingy guy at your job." I spoke like I was agreeing with her, but in reality I was trying to talk her out of this madness. "Have you given Jamie a call yet?" she asked. "No," I admitted. "You should. I want you to have some fun too. She's conservative, so tell her we're still living together, but not romantically involved anymore. If nothing develops with her, then I have a couple of girlfriends I can hook you up with," she promised. "Yeah?" I was intrigued. "Sure, you have the best girlfriend in the world," she said proudly. "Slutty?" I responded. She playfully slapped my arm as if she was offended, which she really wasn't. Maybe I could get on board with this? I had a crush on Jamie, but would love to fuck this girlfriend of Carmen's named Rosa Santana. She's a more slender latina as compared to my curvy Carmen. A bit of a fitness freak. Jogging a ridiculous amount of miles every day. Fucking Rosa would probably be an endurance challenge. By the end of the week, Carmen had broken things off with Teddy. According to her, they had fucked a couple more times at work and the thrill was gone for her. Teddy apparently went into quite the funk. Once you've had a piece of ass like Carmen, it's hard to move on. Too bad for him. Now it was my time to have some fun... or so I thought. *** Saturday afternoon, I was playing online poker on my laptop in the living room, waiting for Carmen to get home from the gym. We'd always have sex in the shower when she got back from the gym. I'd peel off her sports bra and tight shorts from her sweaty body, but I hadn't touched her that much in the past week. I still wanted her to get the stink of Teddy off her. Surprise, surprise, she didn't come home alone. She was accompanied by muscularly defined fellow with scruffy blonde hair, who wore a T-shirt and shorts that were just as tight as hers. "Hello?" I said, very confused. "Baby, I'd like you to meet my new personal trainer, Andrew," she said as her eyes blatantly drifted down to his bulge. It was almost like she was salivating. "What's up, dude?" the big blonde cliche asked me. "Hi," I said without much gusto. "I think I strained a muscle in my leg during our work out and Andrew was kind enough to offer to give me a massage free of charge," she explained as she rubbed her thigh. "How nice of him," I said sarcastically. "I figure we'll do it in the bedroom, so you can keep playing your game. Andrew, I'll just be a minute." She dropped her gym bag and went into our bedroom. His eyes were glued to her ass. This guy wasn't as slick as Teddy for sure. Andrew and I then stared at each other uncomfortably. "Want something to drink?" I asked. "No thanks. I'm cool," he said. Good. I didn't really want to get him a drink anyway. Carmen exited our bedroom wearing nothing but a bath towel and holding a bottle of massage oil. "Andrew, I'm ready," she said seductively as she waved him to our bedroom. He eagerly obeyed and this time she was courteous enough to close the door. Did Andrew know that I was her boyfriend or did she tell him I was just her roommate? I obviously knew what was going to happen next, so I just kept playing poker. However, I got curious after fifteen or so minutes because I heard no creaking bed or soft moans to indicate they were having sex. Could this jock really be here to just give her a massage? I got up and knocked on the door. "Come in," Carmen said dreamingly. I opened the door and found Carmen laying in our bed, on top of a bath towel, with under folded up to cover her ass. Her body glistened from the massage oil. Andrew was still in his gym clothes, straddling her thighs and stroking the small of her back. "Yes?" she asked with her eyes closed. "I though you strained a muscle in your leg?" I reminded her. "That's right," she confirmed. On cue, Andrew scooting back and began massaging her toned thighs. "Andrew...that feels so amazing..." She really was on cloud nine. "Well, let me know if you guys need anything," I said lamely. "Thanks...You're the best," she said euphorically. His hands slipped under the towel and caressed her smooth ass cheeks. "Mmm...such strong hands you have..." she purred. I departed and paced in the hallway. A few minutes later I heard "Mmm...Andrew...don't stop..." from Carmen. "Why not?" I thought as I crept back to the door and opened it a crack. Carmen was on her back and Andrew's face was buried between her thighs, going to town on her sopping wet pussy with his tongue. She also guided his hands as he fondled her tits and pinched her hard nipples. Her ass was her best feature, but the massage oil made her tits look really desirable. "Si!.. Si!" She grabbed his scruffy hair and grinded her pussy into his face. "So fucking good!" He tried coming up for air a few times, but she would not allow him. She had to be in charge. "Don't stop! You like how pussy tastes! Don't you!?" She noticed me and blew me a kiss. I know what you're thinking, but she wasn't taunting me. She genuinely hoped I was enjoying the show. She's not a cruel person. She just has an uncontrollable libido. "Make me cum! Make me cum!" she demanded. He lifted her right leg, penetrated her moist slit with two fingers, and she started to loose control. "Oh...shit...that's it...oh...fuck" She reached climax and collapsed on the towel. "Mmm...that was heaven...you've got skills..." "You ready for your real workout?" Andrew stood up and pulled his shorts down. I couldn't see what he was packing from my angle and I didn't want to. I quickly shut the door. If he had seen me, that might have spoiled things for Carmen. The only pleasure I got out of this situation was her enjoyment. I never had the urge to masturbate while she was with another guy. I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich for lunch. After I finished, I went back to my eagle's nest outside the bedroom and saw Andrew fucking Carmen from behind, which was something usually saved for the shower. Andrew must have been skilled for her to make an exception. She was rocking on all fours as he pounded her, still with his T-shirt on. "GOD! ANDREW! YOU'RE SO STRONG!" she screamed so loud. Almost too loud. I was worried the neighbors would complain. He was aggressive, slamming her pussy at a furious pace, holding onto her with his right hand and pulling on her hair with his left hand. "YOU DIRTY WHORE!" he yelled as he slapped her ass and still pulled on her hair. "HARDER! SLAP MY ASS LIKE A WHORE!" she begged. "YOU'RE SO STRONG! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME! DON'T EVER STOP FUCKING ME!" He reached around her abdomen and pulled her upright. He was physically dominating her. The sound on their flesh smacking together was almost hypnotic. "I'M GONNA CUM! GET READY WHORE! HERE IT FUCKING COMES!" Their thrusting was putting a lot of stress on the bed frame. The headboard was thumping against the wall over and over again. "SI! I WANT TO FEEL YOU'RE HOT FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME!" she cried out. Andrew gritted his teeth and exploded inside her. He kept his dick inserted in her pussy while his cum ran down the side of her leg. Carmen laid her face on our comforter and panted. I don't think myself or Teddy had ever worn her out like this. Andrew was the new champion. "Oh my god... Andrew... That was quite a workout," she sighed. Open Relationship I picture it like this: We've spent the afternoon together. After acting class we went to manor to grab food. We've been talking for a while. I tell you you're gorgeous a couple of times --never too heavy handedly-- and you blush, and flirt back. You look at me more than you usually do, and I can tell you're feeling a little different. You offer to read my palms, or we have a thumb war or something; some excuse for us to touch each other. You're wearing a flowy, soft shirt, and I can see your bra when you lean over. "You wanna have another catch?" I ask you. The sun is bright and your eyes are nearly closed as you reply, smiling: "Oh my god, yes!" "I'm gonna grab the gloves," I tell you. "You wanna come with?" "Yeah, I don't know if I've ever seen your room," you say. We walk together to my room, quietly, just sort of soaking in each other's company. I can't stop looking at your neck. I push open the door to a room I have quite fortunately just cleaned. "It's so nice in here! I love that poster," you say, indicating the blue submarine. I smile, and say nothing, looking for the gloves. "A surprisingly well decorated room for a college boy. Ow." "What's up?" I ask, looking up. "I did something weird to my shoulders yesterday. Super sore." "I know my cue," I say. I get up and turn you around, so you're facing away from me. I put my hands on your shoulders and press down. You giggle and then sigh. "I was that obvious I guess," you say. "oof" "Any spots in particular?" "Nope just, all of it." There's a pause. "You're really good at this. Aleah is way lucky," you say. I laugh. You add: "Anytime you want this back, you just let me know." You pause, then: "you've got great hands." "Thank you. You've got great shoulders," I say. "Right-- when they're working." A long moment passes, I breathe on your neck, and I feel you tense up a little. You back into me, slowly, so your whole body is pressed up against me." "I like how you smell," you tell me. You rub your body against mine; you place your hand on me through my jeans. You exhale deeply. You stop abruptly and back away. "Wait, oh shit, what am I doing? You're... you can't be doing... I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to do that." "It's okay." I lean my weight against my bed and it squeaks a little. "It's totally cool." "What?" you say, legitimately taken aback. "Aleah and I are in a little bit of an open relationship." "Seriously?" you say. "Wait what does little bit mean?" "It means it's gotta be with someone we both know, and have asked the other about. Like you. I've told Aleah I want to get your clothes off." You blush. "Are you even serious right now?" "Yes." "Ok. In that case please go back to touching me," you say, moving towards me. "Can do." We start kissing. I put my hands on your hips and pull you close to me. Your body is warm but your hands are cold-- you wrap your arms around my neck and start playing with my hair. I kiss you slowly, teasing you a couple times; your tongue touches the tip of mine gently, and I do the same to you. You bite my lip, hard. Then look at me, almost angrily. I smile. "I've been wanting to do this since freshman year," I tell you. "Me too." Your breathing intensifies as I start kissing your neck. I can see all of your beauty marks in full detail, lit brightly by the sun beaming in through the window. You let out a small moan and your hand once again finds my cock through my jeans. I move my mouth up and down one side of your neck, and then switch to the other. I do this for a while, my hand on the small of your back, pressing you into me. I go back to kissing your lips a few times before taking your shirt off. I put a hand on both of your tits and start gently playing with them through your bra. Your nipples tickle the inside my palms. You smile in pleasure. I feel myself get a little bit harder. "You got me on a good day. This is one of my favorite bras." "I like it too." It's black, silk, and fits you well. I pull you close to me. I use my left hand to undo your bra strap, while I place my right index and middle finger on your pussy. You're wearing black leggings, so I can feel that you're wet. I pull the bra off and throw it on the bed. "Bye, favorite bra." You laugh. Then eye the window. "Can we close that?" "Yup." I close the window and return to you. I grab you by the waist and swirl my tongue around your left nipple. I place my hand on your right tit and squeeze. You press into me and exhale quickly. "Fuck." I cover your tits in my spit. I lick them with my flat tongue. I alternate between biting and blowing on your nipples; I feel them get harder in my mouth, all the while using my right hand to rub small circles around your clit. I grab you by the hips and help you onto the bed, onto the soft green blanket that feels like heaven against bare skin. You lie back on the bed and take the rubber band out of your hair, so your ponytail comes undone and flows out over the pillow. I get a whiff of your shampoo-- something nice with strawberry. "Take your shirt off, already," you say, half-laughing. You shoot the rubber band at me. "Yes ma'am." I say, unable to hold back a smile as the rubber band catches me on the shoulder. I take off my polo and throw it at you. "Hey!" you say, giggling. I run my hands up and down your torso, reveling in how fit you are. You hum contentedly. You've got the makings of a six-pack-- not in an insane Jillian Michaels type of way, but it's clear you've spent a lot of time running. You're stomach, shoulders, and tits are all the same even, coppery tan, and your skin is incredibly soft. I easily take off your leggings. You help me by raising your legs. You give me a look that is as much of a challenge as it is an invitation. Silk black panties. Out of nowhere you grab my index finger and wrap your lips around it. You suck it ferociously and don't break eye contact. The inside of your mouth is hot and feels like heaven; I start fantasizing that you're giving me head. I imagine this was the idea. You pause, having caught on. "In a couple minutes this isn't gonna be your finger." "I like the sound of that." "I can't believe I just said that." You spit on my middle finger and deepthroat it. "I didn't mind it," I say. I have a bit of trouble getting these words out. Accepting the futility of more talk, I pinch your nipples with my free hand. You nod in acknowledgment and smile with your eyes. I pull my fingers away from you and kiss down your stomach. Your whole body is quivering by the time I'm halfway to your pussy. I grab hold of your hips and press you into the bed. I bite the top of your panties and pull a little. I glance up to see you looking down at me with intensity. The sound of your breathing fills the room and you grab a fistful of my curly brown hair. I can't help but smiling at the fierce look in your eye. I want to remind you to have fun so I playfully nip your inner thigh, then your shoulder, then your neck. "You hungry or something?" You ask, giggling. "Forgot to have lunch," I tell you and you give me that dazzling smile. I move back down your stomach and drip spit all over your panties. I brush my lips over your pussy, and lick it a few times through your underwear; big, slow, ice cream cone licks-- I get moans as an answer/ I soak my fingers of my right hand then press lightly into your clit and make circles. Not moving my hand, I move up to lie on my side and kiss your face. Now we're really French kissing. You're gasping with pleasure into my mouth as I make smaller and smaller circles around your clit. Your panties are getting so wet that they're bunching together and I'm starting to feel your bare pussy lips on my fingertips. Your mouth tastes like orange and I like it. Somehow, through all this, you've managed-- I was focused on other things-- to unzip my jeans and pull my cock out of my boxer briefs. I feel a jolt of pleasure as you start jerking me off, fast. "Oh shit," I say, leaning away. I shift onto my back and now you're to the side of my, leaning the weight of your beautiful, naked body into my shoulder, and hip. "Didn't even feel you unzip my pants." "Yeah? Pretty good, right?" You smirk. "You've got a nice cock." You spit all over my hand and, not breaking eye contact, deep throat my left index and middle finger. The combined pleasure of you sucking my finger and jerking me off is indescribable. I can tell, in the moment you first start it, that you could get me to come that way. But we've got a long way to go. Growing impatient, I grab your head and shove it downwards. You take me in your mouth and my cock hits the back of your throat instantly. You seem unperturbed. "Told you," you say, coming up for air. Your eyes water ever so slightly. "Impressive." "That's nothing." "That's nothing, huh? That felt like something." "Yeah. I kind of have a thing." I look at you quizzically. You're lazily moving your hand up and down my cock. "Like a throatfucking thing." "Are you serious?" You laugh and deepthroat me vigorously, never breaking eye contact. I can hardly breathe. You suck just tightly enough so that I feel everything nice and smooth. "Any other things I should know about?" I ask. "Um... I have a neck thing too." "I somehow knew that." "Of course you did. I feel like you just know." "Know what?" "Things. You just know how to do things." "I'm glad I exude that," I say, laughing a little. Pop. I gasp. You're doing that thing where you shove my head into your cheek and pull it out. Pop. Pop. "I like doing that," you tell me. "I can tell." I grab your head and dig my fingers into your hair. I don't apply any force. "Show me," you say. "Show you what?" Your hands working fast, you pull my pants off as we talk. I help you pull them off my ankles, unable to break eye contact. "Show me how you want me to suck your dick. Use your hands, grab my hair." I Grab hold of your softer than soft hair and move your quivering red lips toward my cock. There's no rush here. I move you all the way up and down nice and slow. The tight warmth your mouth, the feeling of you breathing around me as you come up for air is incredible. I take my hands off and sit up; you look at me expectantly. "I wasn't quite done," you say. I smile and say okay. Then I shove your lips back toward my cock and throatfuck you noisily. This goes on for a little while. Neither of us seems particularly impatient to do anything else. I rotate so I'm reclined against the wall-- I want to see your whole body, all of its curves and marks. You get on all fours to my left and start jerking me off and sucking me at the same time. You've got that rotating wrist thing covered. I don't know what to look at. I'm overwhelmed by the arch of your back, by the way your lips change shape as they move down the length of my shaft, by the small beauty mark on your left cheek, by the unexplainable sexiness to the angle of your feet, diagonal and pointing towards my window, like a dancer's point but not quite. I grab hold of your hair and breathe out on the word fuck. You laugh. "What?" I say. "Nothing." You slap my cock against your tongue as you look around thoughtfully. Your eyes squint up in that fucking adorable way as you say: "I don't know you're just really hot. I like getting you off." "My god, say that again," I say. You laugh. "I like getting you off, Eli. I've always thought you were really cool." The tone of your voice as you say my name is like a mouthful of good chocolate. But like, sex chocolate. I can't wait to get you off I think. Then I tell you. "You already are." Then you start using two hands on me, and I throw my head back in arousal. I wet my fingers and reach out you to finger you through your panties. You're jaw falls open in a wide-mouthed smile. I make circles around your clit. You breathe heavily in ecstasy and you make that kind of face like you can't believe how good you feel. You don't stop jerking me off but you look at me right in the eyes and lean in to tell me: "I can't wait for you to fuck me." Without thinking I grab your neck and use it to command your body belly-up onto the bed. I do so in one swift motion, and when it's over I'm looking down at you. "Fuck yeah that was smooth," you say, a bit out of breath. I lean in and kiss your lips. Then your neck, then your shoulders, then I rain spit onto your tits and bite your nipples hard. I take them in my palms, watching you body-roll in pleasure and thinking of what I've heard about smaller tits being more sensitive. I blow cool air on your nipples and feel them harden with my tongue. I keep my palms on your tits and kiss down your stomach. I don't stop when I get to your pussy-- I open my mouth wide and lick your cunt through your underwear . I stick my fingertips into the sides of your panties, and start pulling them down. You raise your hips and your legs. You've got your 'I'm so turned on I'm pissed off' face on again. To tease you, I pull off your panties as slowly as possible, savoring in how the glide over your clean-shaven legs. With an elegant flick, I toss them to the floor. Your pussy lips are quivering, and soaked. I spit on them, then return to kissing your neck. "Uhh. Tease." you manage, your eyes closed. I lean my weight to your left and use my right hand to keep fingering you. I move my face so it's an inch away from yours and you can feel my hot breath. You open your eyes and watch my lips, biting yours in the meanwhile. Then you grab my head and pull me towards you, your tongue on mine almost immediately. Your other hand finds my cock again. You say the word yes about six times in rapid fire. I bite your ear. Then whisper: "I'm gonna put some Chet Faker on." "Mmm good choice." My computer is in a cooperative mood, for once, so it takes me only fifteen or so seconds to put on the song "Talk is Cheap" You do a little bed wiggle dance as you sing along. I jump back on the bed, eye-fucking you like crazy. I kiss your stomach, tits, hips, and legs throughout the whole first verse. I kiss/lick down your leg until I get to your inner thigh, and your breathing is almost at the rate of hyperventilation. Then I back off. "One quick thing," I say, hopping off the bed. "Uhh oh my god, you fucking tease," you tell me. I run to the closet and grab a scarf. "Lean your head forward," I tell you. My voice sounds smoothly commanding. "Yes sir," you say, as the first chorus comes to a close. I tie the scarf around your head. I kiss in circles around the perimeter of your lips. You're squeaking in delighted anticipation. "I want to make you feel good," I whisper in your ear. I kiss down your stomach once more. Then, using all my strength, I flip you over onto your hands and knees and bury my face in your cunt. "FUCK!" you yell, and press into my face. You muster up a surprising amount of strength for someone of your size; I have to work to hold my ground as you grind into me. No real order or patterns at first. I just move my tongue everywhere in pussyland, straying out to your asscheeks and back. Spit dribbles down you onto the bedsheets, and my cock pulses rock hard beneath the action. "Oh my god, oh my god, yes." You reach back a hand and run it through my curls. "I want you to tell me if there's something I should do." "Just," you gasp. "Everything you're doing. More of that." "Yes ma'am." I briefly stop to look at your body some more, then I do the following: 1.Lick your outer lips 2.Lick your inner lips 3.Write the alphabet with my tongue-- uppercase, lowercase, cursive, the a few roman numerals, and messages, such as: 4.YOUR PUSSY TASTES GREAT 5.Flip you over onto your back 6.Move in smaller and smaller circles around your clit, then begin flicking my tongue up and down it until... "Holy shit Eli." "Mmm?" "Holy shit Eli I'm gonna come." "Come for me, gorgeous," I tell you. "This feels so fucking good," you say. "Don't stop." You arch your head forward and look me dead in the eyes. "Eli, I'm coming." I growl in satisfaction as your hips gyrate and you scream your head off. Through all this, I continue moving my tongue up and down. I'm not sure if you're the kind of girl that can get multiple orgasms but I figure hey why not find out. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, as your hips begin to slow. "mmm mmm" you shake your head. You want more. "You think you can come again?" "I don't kn--" but I've already gone back to flicking your clit. And you've already gone back to speechlessness, to uncontrollable panting. I dip my tongue deep inside you and get a fresh layer of warm pussy juice. My face is pretty much soaked at this point. Your hands are in my curls again and something about this feeling sends me momentarily back to when I first met you and knew, immediately, that I had a crush on you. Perhaps, in that moment, I was already imagining your little tan fingers digging into my locks. "No one's ever made me feel like this before," you say a little hoarsely. I feel a rush of familiarity at these words since Aleah says them a lot. But a bonus rush because you have a different, and perhaps more extensive sexual history then her. "I'm gonna. Jesus Christ I'm gonna come again." I just nod and keep on keepin' on. Your screams are even louder this time and as I revel in the sensation of your hard clit sketching across my tongue in a moment of climactic artistry, I briefly wonder if my neighbors can tell you're not Aleah from your moans. I wait until you've stopped gyrating before giving you one last ice cream lick and retreating a few inches. I smile at you then move up to the front of the bed and lie down next to you. You kiss my shoulder and look at me seemingly a little awestruck. "I didn't even know that was possible," you say. "It's called a serial multiple." "Alright, whatever you say." You pause. "Oh my God I'm about to fuck you so hard. You fucking champ. You deserve every second of what's about to happen. Holy shit." You roll over on top of me, kiss me fiercely, lick down my stomach letting your hair tickle me, suck my cock once, twice, three times in languid ecstasy before plopping your ass down just below my balls. You jerk me off lazily and press my shaft into your soaking pussy lips. "Uhh," you say, grinding into me. "You said it."