1 comments/ 22755 views/ 3 favorites Our Walk By: soncurious I had just met Jeff two days ago and we decided to take a short walk, talking the whole way. He was so easy to talk to and I felt comfortable with him immediately. When we got back to his car he asked me if we could do this again and I said yes, without giving it a second thought. He hugged me good-bye and I couldn't wait to see him again. Today we're taking an even longer walk through the woods near my home. It's a comfortable day, cool enough for long sleeves and pants but perfect for walking. We walked for about an hour and a half, talking and laughing. Jeff held my hand and even though I haven't known him long, I felt safe with him. We weren't paying attention to anything but each other when we heard the first rumbles of thunder. It wasn't supposed to rain today, this just popped up out of nowhere. We decided to head back as fast as we could so as not to get caught in it. After ten minutes the rain started, not lightly but a sudden downpour. We ran, trying to find a place to take shelter. We saw this small cabin and knocked on the door. There was no answer but the door wasn't locked. We entered slowly just to make sure it was empty. Once inside we looked at each other and started laughing. We looked like a couple of drowned rats. We crossed our fingers it wouldn't last long, in our wet clothes we were starting to get a bit chilled. Jeff noticed a fireplace and some wood. He built a fire to warm us up but with the wet clothes it didn't help much. I found a couple of blankets and suggested we remove the wet clothes and let the fire dry them. We turned our backs to each other, removed our clothes, wrapped the blankets around us and laid the clothes out in front of the fire. We then sat on the couch that was facing the fire and snuggled together for warmth as we started talking again. The thunder cracked really loud and I jumped. Jeff wrapped his arms tighter around me. I looked up into his incredible brown eyes and he leaned to kiss me. The kiss was soft, as were his lips, and it lingered for quite awhile. Our mouths parted just far enough to look into each others eyes again. Like a magnet our lips were pulled together again. This time stronger, deeper, longer and very intense. Our hands started caressing each other slowly, moving up and down over top of the blankets. I knew right then that we weren't leaving here without having sex. Our hands moved under our blankets as our tongues danced in each others mouths. Damn he felt so good pressed against my body. My hand slid down his body and found his hard cock. I started stroking it as he played with my small tits. I lower my head to kiss his firm chest. Jeff repositioned his one arm so he could finger my already wet pussy. I kissed my way down to his cock and took it into my mouth, savoring his taste. Slowly in and out it went as my tongue explored every crevice of his huge shaft. We enjoyed this for a long time, then Jeff said he wanted to taste my juices. As he went down on me I ran my fingers through his hair and played with his ears. His tongue exploring every part of me from my ass to my clit and deep inside my wet hole. I erupted in one big orgasm. Jeff kissed his way back up my body, sucking on my erect nipples, and then finding his way over my neck to my mouth. He teased my dripping pussy with the head of his cock. I grabbed his hips, raised mine and he thrusted himself hard inside me. I gasped from the shear intensity and told him to fuck me hard and fast. As he pounded me I could hear his balls slapping my ass. My arms were around him, my fingers and nails digging into his back, as I sucked his nipples. My legs tightened around him like a vice as he exploded his hot juices deep inside me. His load was so big it immediately started oozing out of me and down over my ass. We laid in each others arms, no longer chilled but pleasantly sweaty. We noticed that the rain had stopped and we had been in that cabin about two hours. Our clothes were mostly dry by then so we got dressed. Jeff put out the fire and we headed back to my place. When we got there it was fairly late, Jeff asked me if I wanted him to leave right away. I told him in a very forceful voice, "Hell no, I want you to spend the night!" He did, and we thoroughly enjoyed each other all night until the sun came up. We fell asleep in each others arms. I know this is going to be a long, ongoing relationship. Our Watcher Some mornings you wake up and the sunlight wafts gently through the window and warms the room slowly, deep breaths filling your nostrils with the sweet scent of springtime. And sometimes you just wake up with a boner. Your mind is trying to catch up to your body's already heightened state of arousal, possibly caused by some dream you can only wish you remember, and there it is staring you in the face: your dick. That stupid thing. One such morning, I woke up before my girlfriend did and spent some time idly stroking my cock while contemplating about whether or not I should wake her up for sex or let her sleep. While watching her large chest slowly rise and fall, I suddenly noticed a shadow appear over the window. As I turned to look, I saw someone slowly walking by outside. We live in a basement apartment, so the windows are right at ground level. That being said, I was so surprised by the sudden darkness in the bedroom that my turn to look out the window somehow ended up turning me over too much, launching me straight out of bed and onto the floor. In my now-much-more awake state, I scrambled to get back in bed and under the covers without waking my girlfriend up. I got back in bed and took a deep breath, happy that nothing had happened and nobody would ever know. I looked idly to the window, vaguely aware that it had something to do with my fall, and was surprised again to see a young woman in her 20's crouching down and peeking through the window at me. Like, literally peeking, holding her hands around her eyes so she can see in better and everything. Has she no shame, this woman? I asked myself incredulously mere moments before I realized my dick was still hard and making a rather respectable tent out of the sheets. The woman was silently jeering and hooting at me, making rude gestures with her hand imitating jacking off, in a surprising pantomime of what some of my worst adolescent nightmares may have been like. What the hell was I supposed to do, this crazy lady is just standing outside my window, bragging that she not only saw my disgraceful fall out of bed, but also how hard I was doing it. I was completely shaken up, just trying to figure out how to handle the situation. I mean, it's not like I could've just closed the curtains and forgotten about the whole thing or anything like that! It's... not... You know, in hindsight that would've probably been a really good idea. Well, anyway. INSTEAD what I did was to, in the heat of the moment, throw off the sheets and start stroking my cock at her. I figured she wouldn't want to stick around to see any of that and everything would be fine again. It was immediately obvious that my (admittedly ill-thought through) actions had actually done the opposite of what I had hoped. Instead of staring at me, the girl was now staring very obviously right at my junk. I suddenly felt like a trucker who honked his horn just because some kids made the horn honking motion at him as they drove by, except instead of honking my horn I was... well, honking my horn. Not that that means I stopped. If anything, my impromptu show was turning me on, and the way the girl outside was biting her lower lip and staring at my cock was making me think that maybe she was feeling the same way. I slowly stroked my cock, spreading the first drops of precum down my shaft, watching this girl at the window lose her aura of joviality and seeing her breathing deepen and get more pronounced. She glanced at me with indecision in her eyes, then back to my cock. Seeming to make a decision, she quickly looked around outside and unbuttoned the long flannel shirt she had been wearing. Suddenly I was masturbating to the sight of some complete stranger's tits. They weren't very big, but for a girl her size they were pretty nice. I looked up to notice she was making eye contact with me, and that's when it hit me that I really, really don't want my girlfriend seeing this. I jolted over to the side of the bed, scrambling to find the blindfold we had used a few nights before, hoping I hadn't put it back in the cabinet yet. I kept masturbating (obviously), so it took kind of a while to find it, but eventually I did. Very smoothly (in my mind, but I think I heard a giggle from the window) I slipped the blindfold on over my girlfriend's eyes. She stirred slightly, but didn't seem to overly notice. Perfect. Step two of my plan: I pulled the blanket off the bed, exposing my curvy girlfriend's perfect ass and thighs to both me and my new outdoor friend. I carefully turned her over and spread her legs as I knew she was about to wake up. I buried my face in her pussy and started licking her wildly. My girlfriend's breath caught in her throat and she hazily awoke with a loud moan as I flicked her clit with my tongue. "What is—" she started, her hands reaching up to the blindfold. I stopped my oral ministrations so I could grab her hands and restrain them above her head. "No moving." I whispered into her ear as I kissed her. Her tongue snaked out to lick her juices off my lips and she moaned seductively. This wasn't the first time I'd done this, just so you know. Well, with the exception of the girl outside, who I turned to take a look at to make she was still there and entertained. She was biting her lips again and had one hand playing with one of her nipples. Good. I went back to eating my girlfriend out, much to the enjoyment of both women. My tongue explored her hot slit as she writhed beneath me, hips bucking against my mouth. She orgasmed loudly and I was able to catch my breath and look back out at the window. The girl there was getting bolder, kneeling down on the grass with her shirt open and a hand down her pants as she watched our blissful congress. I smirked as I realized if anyone caught her, it would be completely on her. As she lay there panting, waiting for me to make my next move, I grabbed my girlfriend by the hips and flipped her over again onto her hands and knees. She was really into it at this point so there was no need for me to sneakily position her or anything anymore. I still did, a little, just to heighten the blindfold's effect. As I pressed my cock against her wet opening, I turned to make eye contact with the watcher outside and winked at her. I felt pretty smooth about the whole situation, anyway. As soon as I plunged deep into my girlfriend's pussy, however, I forgot about everything except the tight squeezing sensations around my shaft. I pounded the hell out of that hot little pussy, spanking her perfect ass as I did so. Her animalistic growls and grunts of pleasure drove me faster and faster until she finally moaned, "I'm cumming!" Soon the only sound in the room was the rhythmic thumping of my hips against her thighs as we both held our breaths as she silently approached climax. As she screamed my name I tried my best to keep going, but her pussy was squeezing so hard around my cock it was physically impossible to keep moving. Before she was able to catch her breath again, I quickly pulled out and roughly turned her over yet again. Straddling her heaving breasts, I jacked myself off the last little bit I needed and coated her face with strings of my hot cum. The white streaks across her black blindfold stood out erotically, and as I caught my breath I turned to see if my watcher was still at the window seeing all of this. I was a little disappointed when I saw the window was empty, but then again I just had amazing morning sex with my girlfriend, so I couldn't be too disappointed. After we got up and had breakfast, I made an excuse to take the garbage out and checked the area out by our bedroom window. Lying there on the ground were a pair of pink and white striped panties with a very obvious and prominent wet spot in the crotch. I briefly thought about pocketing the panties, but I had no idea just how to explain the whole thing to my girl, nor what I would really do with them, but it did make me smile a bit as I thought about how entertained our watcher must have been. Our Way The lights are off. The television is brightening and dimming with variations of light. No music; only the soft roars from the ocean across the street and the meek chirpings of crickets outside from underneath our porch. I lie on the bed, half naked, with only a t-shirt and panties on. I cuddle up next to Billy and lay my head on his chest. He puts his arms around me and holds me tight. Looking wistfully at the television, only faintly paying attention to what is on, I sigh. I cuddle up closer to him and put my arm around him. He tenses. I slide my hand through his hair, down his cheek, down his chest and stomach, and finally to his boxers, and all the while looking deeply into his green-blue, grayish eyes. He groans lightly and then turns off the television, knowing what is coming. I giggle and look at him again. He smiles and turns to me slightly, taking his right hand and gliding it down my arm. He rubs down my legs, up my shirt, through my hair. I moan quietly. I love the touching foreplay. Keeping in mind that I have to be quiet due to the very close neighbors I hush up my vocals. He toys around with the top of my silky thong and teases his fingertips down the crease of my pussy through my panties. He takes my hand and places it on his hardening cock, as if to remind me that it needed love too. I smile and trace the outlining of it with my fingers through his boxers. Slipping my hand inside them I wrap around his cock lightly and caress it, up and down, with my soft hands. He sighs deeply, getting more aroused at our slow take on foreplay. As I rub his dick, he reaches over and pulls down my panties. He goes right for my clitoris, rubbing slow and hard. I moan and feel the wetness of my arousal. He glides down the crease of my pussy and inserts his index finger just a little bit into me. I tighten my grip around his cock and rub it's head, feeling it's smoothness and warmth. I feel so wet. "Kiss it," Billy says. I nod quietly and move the sheets as he lowers his boxers. I take his cock in my hand again and duck down. I open my mouth and extend my tongue, licking the tip of his dick over and over. I slip my mouth over the top of it and start moving my head up and down, not forgetting to swipe my tongue around it as I pull up. He starts sighing loudly. I go faster and faster, up and down with my little mouth, being careful not to bump his precious flesh with my teeth. The more he sighs the faster I go, pulling my hand up and down his cock along with the pattern of my head and mouth. He lightly places his hand through my hair. I look up at him with one eye open and I see his head back with his mouth open. His eyes are closed in pure bliss. I stop to lick the head of his cock and he moans again. I love it when he does that. Putting my mouth over his dick once more I feel his hips pull into rhythm with me, meeting my pattern. I stop, pulling him out of my mouth and laying back onto the bed. It was my turn now. Billy grins at me and moves down towards my pussy. He centers himself between my legs and lowers his head. I close my eyes as I feel his tongue glide over my clit and down my crease. I sigh sharply, being thankful that there are plenty of pillows that I can smother my noises with. He slips his tongue back up to my clit and licks it roughly, harder and harder each time. He presses his face into me and glides his tongue up and down. I feel so wet. I press the pillow into my face, quieting my moans of pleasure. He sticks his tongue into my pussy and continues licking up and down, more and more. "Okay, stop, stop!" I whisper loudly. I love the feeling, but he always brings me to the point of where I know I'm going to burst out very loudly and obviously squirting into his face. I look down at him and he looks up at me. "What are you doing? Go," I say with a smile. "You just told me to stop!" He whispers back with a laugh. "I know I was just..." he stops me in mid-sentence as he carries on with pleasuring me with his tongue. He finally stops licking and positions his body over mine. I know what's coming. He places a hand on each side of my average-sized frame and looks at me. I laugh as I feel the tip of his head find the entrance of my pussy. He jabs at it with his cock, jokingly knowing that I like how it feels. He continues teasing me until I push up towards him with my body, arching my back. He presses his dick inside me, very slowly so he won't hurt me. I breath in sharply and wince. "Relax, honey, relax," he reassures. I nod quietly and close my eyes. I feel his cock slowly slide up into me, pushing farther. I feel it fill me and my tight, warm pussy. He sighs aloud and pulls it out and pushes it in again. I pull my body farther up the bed to feel more comfortable with taking more of him and his thick base inside of me. He understand my actions and presses more deeply. I sigh quickly and he eases up on his deep thrusting. I relax and place my legs around him, tightening them around his back. I now lay ready for deep insertion, if only my tight pussy could handle it. "Aw, it's so tight," Billy says aloud with a low sigh. He keeps thrusting, in and out, in and out. I sigh loudly all the while. His cock feels so hard, so long. It feels so thick, the deeper he goes it just feels like it's getting thicker. It feels like I'm being impaled by a long, warm fleshy pole. In and out, softer then harder. Lightly then more deep. The base of his cock feels so thick. As it tries to enter me I feel something stretch and I cry out loudly, wincing. He eases back and says, "Sorry,". I reassure him that it's fine and after feeling sure that I'm okay he carries on, in and out. Thrusting faster and harder. I moan loudly, not caring if the neighbors hear me. He groans with me and I tighten my legs around his body and place my arms on two pillows surrounding us, completely suspending myself up, putting my weight on my back to offer my pussy entirely to his exploring cock. It goes so deep. It feels so big around, and so long. He bottoms out in my pussy, as I feel his cock reaching too far, which for me isn't really far at all. It feels like he's putting forth all his energy into it. Thrusting as hard as he can, as fast as he can, as deep as he can. But I know he's not. He knows that my pussy is new to all this thrusting and pleasure. But I feel like he's got the biggest rod between his legs, a big swinging monster. But in reality he's just an average 6 or 7 inches long, which to me feels more like 10 or 11 inches long. I moan loudly, crying out every now and then. I love the feeling of our closeness, our completeness, and buck up into him, meeting his movements with mine. He senses my want of more and thrusts deeper and deeper, hitting the end of my route. I feel the build up of a pressure within me. I stop breathing and quiet up. I feel hot and so wet, so full. I feel my body give way, I feel myself giving up, giving up the hold of my orgasm. I feel my pussy walls tighten even more around him, pulsating with pleasure. I burst out loudly with a moan and I squirt several times, hot juices around his cock, still inside me. He loves it when I squirt. It feels so wet afterwards, his cock loving the leeway of even more lubrication. I go limp as he continues to rail me. I take one of his hands and place it around my neck. He grins and laughs a little. I love it when I feel submissive, giving myself up to him, up to the one I trust. He tightens his grip around my neck and he thrusts himself deeper into my already tired pussy. He's so in power and in total control of me. It's such a turn on. "Wanna turn around?" he asks. I nod and get up. I turn around and press my rear into him. He places his hands on my hips and slides me over his cock. He starts thrusting again and I throw back my head, feeling my tight pussy pulsating around his dick again. "Harder," I whisper. I feel him pause, as if to question my certainty. I press back into him and he responds accordingly. He slides into me, in and out. Harder and harder. He pulls me back onto him again and again. His grip is tight around my hips and I feel myself give over to him trustingly, because I know he won't hurt me simply for his pleasure. He groans loudly, going faster and faster. He pulls out of me quickly and I back away into my own space on the bed. I smile and he smiles. We laugh together after he's done pulling all of the semen he can out of his cock. He wipes it up and goes into the bathroom with me. We clean up and go back into bed. He holds me and we hug and kiss a little. We fall silently asleep with each other; feeling the sharp, fast beats of our hearts, and our quick breaths, little reminders of what pleasure and pure love we just shared. "I love you," we both say to each other. Our Way To Fall It was just past 2am on my twenty-second birthday and I was upstairs in my bedroom with my best friend, trying not to throw up. We could hear music from downstairs filtering up to reach us, and as we listened, it gradually got louder. Fifteen minutes ago I had been in the kitchen of a packed house, still doing shots of whisky and chatting with my friends. Cut to two minutes ago when I fell over walking to the bathroom and Henry made me come upstairs to drink a glass of water and take my shoes off. "I should probably go and tell them to turn the music down..." I murmured, still feeling drowsy from the alcohol. "No, stay here, I'll be back in one second." Henry said, and then left the room, closing the door behind him. I must have passed out, because he woke me up when he opened the door holding a mug in his hands, the music substantially quieter. "You probably shouldn't sleep right now Emily, I think you hit your head quite badly" I chose to ignore him and instead asked what was in the mug, "More whisky?" I joked. He gave me a disapproving look and handed me the cup of coffee, before sitting down with a long sigh. "Not enjoying the party?" I asked. He ran his hands through his long hair, "Your friends are insane." I laughed, "Don't be a dick Hen," He sighed again, and rested his head on my shoulder "I do appreciate you being so nice to everyone tonight, it means a lot to me." "I know, I know. Now drink your coffee so we can go back downstairs before everyone leaves." I put the mug on the floor beside my bed and wrapped my arms around his neck; I tilted my face until my forehead rested against his. His eyes were black in the low light of my lamp, and his shoulder length hair was tucked back behind his ears. Not for the first time, I thought about how attractive he was, sharp cheek-boned and strong-jawed. "Henry." I said, in a tone I hoped he would take seriously, "You mean a lot to me," he was laughing, "I mean it. It's my birthday, I'm allowed to be sweet on my birthday." "I think it's the only day of the year where you actually say nice things to me." And then we were kissing. Softly at first, and then harder when I swung my leg over to straddle him. His hands moved from the bed to my waist, and he kissed my jawline as I stretched my neck out with an almost silent moan. His hands were everywhere, one minute on my neck, running through my long hair, and the next underneath my top, his fingers just at the hem, circling, as if he couldn't decide what he wanted. I was the opposite, my teeth biting his lip slowly, biting his jaw, biting just underneath his ear, his shoulder. I wanted him so much. I screwed up his t-shirt in my fists; I put my hands to his scalp and felt his hair in between my fingers. I thought about what I liked most and couldn't settle on a single thing, his wide shoulders, his hair that brushed them, I liked how he towered over me, huge, even when we were like this. Eventually he put his hands under my shirt and I almost died, two hands on my hips, steady and solid, pressure as he moved them up to my waist, sliding against my skin. I could feel my nipples getting hard against his chest. He was out of breath and we stopped kissing so he could catch it, I laughed into his shoulder and I could hear him smiling on my neck, muscles moving under soft skin. I could hear the music again, louder than it was before and everything snapped back into focus, my blurred vision suddenly sharp as I looked around my room, burned orange walls, Picasso prints, more books than I could count. I thought about the party, my friends downstairs. "Shit," this came from Henry, although we were both thinking it, apparently. "I'm sorry. That should not have happened." His hands were still under my top; he took them out abruptly and pushed his hair behind his ears. I looked away. "I'm going downstairs." He said as he pushed me off his lap gently, and stood up. He pulled his hair into a bun and then realized he didn't have a hair-tie; when he let it go again it fell around his face. "This doesn't have to be a big deal, we've kissed before and it was never a big deal." He said. I nodded, this was true, we had been friends since we were six, best friends since we were eleven. Of course we had kissed before, but it hadn't happened for a long time, and never like that. He was thinking all this at the same time obviously, because he said, "You're drunk, I don't want to do this when you're drunk." "What is that supposed to mean? This isn't my fault." "I don't think this is anybody's fault, Emily," He said quietly, "I just think that we need to talk about this, but maybe not tonight." "What do you want to talk about? You said it wasn't a big deal. You just said that thirty seconds ago." "I changed my mind. It's a pretty big deal." "You have a girlfriend." "Yes, that's one of the reasons. Also we're friends, and I don't want to fuck that up." "Shit." I replied. "I changed my mind again, this is my fault. I'm sorry." He said. "I want to go to sleep, can you make everyone leave please?" I started undressing as soon as he left the room. I heard my friends shouting goodbye up the stairs while I was getting into bed. I heard a knock on the door, Henry saying, "Em, I'm leaving, everyone else has gone... I cleaned up." I fell asleep. ... I woke up to the sound of my mobile ringing. It was just getting light, and I felt dizzy as I leaned out of bed to feel on the floor for the phone. I pressed the green button and held it up to my hear, and managed to say a coarse "Hello?" "You sound horrible." I heard Henry smiling down the phone. "Henry. It is very early. And I am too sick to speak to you right now, regardless of that incident last night." He sounded concerned when he said, "No, seriously are you all right? Because I do want to talk to you about that." "Oh my God." I groaned, "I'm so embarrassed." "Um... I'm going to pretend you didn't say that because I actually broke up with Jen about two hours ago and I'm coming over to your house now." I hung up. I had just enough time to put a t-shirt on and brush my teeth before my doorbell rang. I answered it and Henry was on the top step, he had to duck to come inside the front door. "I don't know why you look so happy. You're being really fucking blasé about this, which I don't exactly appreciate." I said. "I told Jen what happened and we broke up, I didn't do it because I expect anything from you." He said, sitting down on the sofa, "In fact, you can do whatever the hell you want. I just want to make it very clear that I want to kiss you again. You're my best friend. I don't even need to tell you that 'obviously, I love you,' because I have done before. But this time I mean something different when I say it. Something like... when you were trying to rip me open with your teeth last night, I wanted to let you. I would let you do anything. I want you so much. I don't think that this has to be as difficult as either of us is making it." "You said you didn't want to ruin our friendship." I said. "I don't care." He replied. "I don't want to argue about this... but... you don't need to, persuade me, of anything. I want you. I don't remember saying I didn't." He looked shocked; "I came in here ready for you to just, turn me down, immediately. I don't even know why I thought you would." "Hen, I need to go back to sleep," I was feeling worse and worse as this conversation progressed. "You can stay if you want." His eyes widened, "Um... Yeah, I do." "Okay, come on." I said, as I walked out of the living room and up the stairs. I heard him following me and his footsteps were heavy on the wooden floors. He still had his shoes on when we got to my room. I turned to face him and took a few steps backwards towards my bed. He kept eye contact as he took off his coat, one shoe, then the other. I closed my eyes when he reached his arms over his head, taking his t-shirt off. The same one he had been wearing the night before. I took a deep breath, when I opened my eyes again he was in his boxers. I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed. He walked over, pulled me up so that he could fold the duvet back. I climbed into the bed and scooted over to the side beside the wall so that he could come in beside me. I reached up to open the window beside where I was lying. I closed the curtains and it was dark and cool in the room. I felt him lie down beside me, not touching me but close. He pulled the duvet up so it was covering us. I could hear his breathing and I rolled over so that I was on my stomach, our arms touching. His breath caught in his throat. ... I woke up in his arms, we were spooning and I could feel him pressed against the entire length of my body, his chin on the top of my head, our feet entwined. My heart was beating fast as I turned to face him. He woke up from the movement of my body, and pulled me close without opening his eyes. He was smiling as I wriggled, trying to get as close as I could to his chest. He tilted my face up towards his with a hand under my chin and kissed me hard on the mouth. I opened my lips and explored his mouth with my tongue. This was different from the kiss last night, which was hurried. It was still urgent now, but we both sensed a shift, and we took our time. He rolled me over so that I was lying on top of him, and with my hands on his shoulders I kissed along his jawline until I reached his bare collarbone. I ran my hands down his arms and felt the ripple of muscles underneath my fingertips. His hands were on my thighs, I tensed my muscles there and he moved them up, over my ass, to my waist. This time he didn't stop, and felt my breasts through my t-shirt. As he massaged them, I felt my nipples grow hard and as he rolled them between his fingers I thought how good it felt. He struggled to take my top off, and I lifted my chest up and stretched my arms out to make it easier. He paused slightly when he saw my breasts, the creamy skin and dark areolas. I moaned, 'ohhh,' when he put his lips around my sensitive nipples and sucked on them. His face was buried between my breasts, and I arched my back as he caressed me. He traced his fingers down the side of my body, and when he reached my white panties, he dipped below the hem and kneaded my ass. When he slipped his hands around the front I gasped, and felt goose bumps rising on my arm. He stroked his fingers through my pubic hair, and then my slit, eventually putting two of fingers inside my pussy. As he moved them, curved, in and out, he said, "You're so wet." I could only moan in reply, but I could feel myself glistening, I wanted him so much. He flipped me over yet again, so I was on my back, and he moved his lips over my stomach until he was kissing the outside of my panties. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, and I could see a wet patch where his mouth was pressing the fabric against my entrance. I moaned and sank back down onto the mattress, my legs spread. He took his time taking my underwear off, following its progress with kisses. Eventually I couldn't take it any longer, I wanted, no, needed, a release, and I begged him. "Please, Henry." I said. I felt his tongue lick the entire length of my pussy, tasting me, and when he reached my clit he was gentle, not causing enough friction to satisfy me. I felt my stomach contracting as he teased it with the tip of his tongue. He put one finger inside me and I tightened around it as he massaged my clit with the flat part of his tongue. He put another finger inside me, and another. He was touching my g-spot every time he slid his fingers in and out. I couldn't hold out when he put his entire mouth on my clit and sucked, hard. I came, gasping, it lasted for what seemed like minutes as my whole body stretched. I felt loose when it was over, my limbs were like jelly, and there was a wet patch underneath me on the bed where I had squirted. His fingers were dripping when he took them out of me. He moved to kiss me again, and I pulled my legs up so they were around his hips. I could feel his erection rubbing against me through his boxers, and I tried to push Henry over so that he was on his back, but I couldn't shift him. Eventually I had to say "Roll over," and we were both laughing when he did. I sat up so that I was straddling him, his dick was in between my pussy and resting on his stomach, I started softly grinding on top of him and he closed his eyes with a sigh. The tip of his dick was poking out of the top of his boxers, and I slid my ass down his legs so that my face was close to his crotch. He was watching me intently as I pulled his boxers down, freeing his erection. I slid them out from underneath him and threw them across the room. His dick was long, and almost as thick as my wrist; I had seen it a few times before, by accident or for a dare. But never like this. Standing straight up, swaying softly and glistening wetly at the tip. I blew on it gently and smiled when it twitched, and he moaned. I put my hands around his dick, and held it while I licked the tip, my tongue flicking in and out of my open mouth. I put my lips around him then, and sucked, slowly at first. When Henry started to groan, and put his hand on my shoulder to squeeze, hard, I went faster. Bobbing my head up and down, feeling the top of his dick at the back of my throat. After a while, when he started gasping and thrusting towards me, I stopped, almost gagging from the size. He moved his hands to the back of my head and gathered my hair out of my face. I rolled my tongue up and down his shaft, and I could tell the slurping noises my mouth was making were turning him on even more. I deep throated him again, my lips stretched around his massive girth, and I pumped my head up and down, feeling him against my tongue until I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm coming." He groaned, "Fuck." And I kept sucking on his erection until he did, spraying his seed into my mouth, I tried to swallow it all but I couldn't keep up with it, and as his dick was twitching, some of it spilled out of my mouth and ran down his shaft. I was breathing heavily when I eventually finished swallowing, and licked the remainder of his jizz into my mouth. "That was so hot." He said. "That was amazing." I smiled, but didn't say anything, he was still as hard as ever and I wanted him inside me. I moved so that I was on top, straddling him again, rocking my pussy against his still-wet dick. I was getting even moister as I rubbed my pussy lips against his erection, and with a wet noise, his dick was against my clit, rubbing right up against my open slit. His hand went to position his dick at my entrance, but before he could thrust inside I lifted my hips up and impaled myself on top of him. "Fuck." I said with a gasp "Fuuuuck." He was bigger than I had realized, and, though I was far from being a virgin, it actually hurt when I had done that. I stayed where I was for a second, sitting with him completely inside me, and moved my hips from side to side, trying to loosen up a little. "Are you ok?" Henry asked, his voice concerned. "Ummm, yeah, I just need a second, ohhh my god." I said, as the sensation of being too full, turned from uncomfortable to amazing when he put his thumb on my clit and started stroking me. "Oh god, that feels so fucking good," I said, "fuck." I lifted my hips up and gently sank back down until he was inside me again, I did this again and again, getting faster and faster each time. Henry started to thrust as well, rather than let me do all the work, and after a while we were pounding into each other, he was fucking me hard, all the while massaging my clit. I leant down until my breasts were at his face and he took them into his mouth again, circling his tongue around my nipples. "Uh huh, yes, yes," I cried softly, as he fucked me, my body moving up and down on top of his. His dick felt amazing inside me, and I started to move further and further off it each time, so that the head popped in and out of my slit. I slowed down when Henry started caressing my clit hard, trying to make me come, I could hardly concentrate. The feeling of being totally filled was so intense, that when he thrust into me harder than he had before, I felt a wetness rushing down my thighs and realized I had squirted. I came, shaking, harder than I had before, my muscles clenching along the length of his shaft. I whimpered, and my body tensed as I shuddered. Eventually I relaxed, Henry, his dick inside me said, "I'm going to come," and tightened his arms around my waist. I rocked up and down on top of him hard, and he kissed me again as he came inside my pussy. I could feel his jizz inside me, and it spilled out when I pulled myself off his dick. He was laughing, of course, when we were finished. "That was incredible Em, you have to kiss me. Right now." And, smiling, I did, of course.