We had finished dinner. I had decided before leaving home that I would fuck him tonight. Should I make the move? I needed it, it had been six months since I had last had sex other than with myself. I was trembling, my heart beating fast. He seemed deep in thought.
"Penny for them?"
I asked. He smiled. He seemed to be considering his answer, then he moved his face very close and murmered;
"I was thinking about a magical moment yet to happen."
"Can you share it."
"It's something that can only be shared."
"I'm intrigued."
He hesitated, then said;
"That magical moment when my spunk first pumps into your cunt."
My tremble turned to a shake, I felt limp, I felt a little gush into my gusset. It was pretty much what I had been thinking about, but his directness shocked me. No messing about, straight to the point. Why not? I wasn't looking for a bridge partner. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't. I swallowed and tried again;
"Does this place do rooms?"
He smiled again, soft brown eyes sparkling. He excused himself and walked away. He was absent a few minutes, his face expressionless when he returned. He sat, said nothing, then carefully placed a key on the table. My legs had gone, he might have to carry me. Perfect. He was the caveman, I was his prize. He had clubbed me with his brutal, delicious words. Now he would have to carry me to his cave.
He didn't carry me, but he had to support me. My legs had no sense of direction. The room was far from luxurious, but it had everything necessary. A bed. There was no frantic bodice ripping, he undressed me slowly and carefully, kissing the parts revealed until I stood in just my knickers and hold-ups. My turn. I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest. He pulled the shirt from his pants and dropped it on the growing pile of discarded clothing.
I knelt at his feet, undid his belt and his zip, then pushed both pants and underpants down to his ankles, allowing his rigid cock to spring free. I took it gently between forefinger and thumb and pushed the foreskin back. A tear of precum glistened at it's single eye. I licked it off. I looked up at him as I engulfed the straining tip. He groaned. He pulled me off, saying;
"Danger, unexploded bomb. Is this what you want?"
I shook my head. It was, but first things first. And I still had my knickers on. He swept the duvet off the bed, we weren't there to sleep. We both sat on the end of the bed, him to disentangle his feet from the clump of clothing round his ankles, me to peel off my stockings and damp knickers. I won the race to nudity and crawled up the bed, one knee raised, waiting.
He slid up to lie alongside me, but on his side, raised on one elbow. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt hot to my touch. He kissed my lips, my neck, my eyes, my ears. He kissed my shoulders, the upper slopes of my heaving tits, licked all round my puckered areola then carressed my stiff nipples with his eyelashes, the so-called 'butterfly kiss'. He gently kissed each nipple with his lips, then sucked it into his mouth, sucked it then bit it gently.
"Harder," I groaned. "Harder."
He bit harder, causing me to wince but I didn't stop him. He did the same with the other teat, this time gently placing a cupped hand over my crutch. I was gushing. He removed his hand, placed a single kiss on my belly, then moved between my parted thighs, close enough to my centre for me to feel his breath, but not touching me.
"Do it," I begged. "Please do it."
He stiffened his tongue and pressed it against the tight pucker of my anus, I jerked and gasped, but he was holding my hips and didn't lose contact. He gently dragged his tongue upwards, over my perineum, between the gaping inner lips of my cunt, collecting cunt-honey until his tongue was on my clitoris, all the time holding me, stopping me from squirming away. Finally he sucked my erect clit between his lips and swirled his tongue on it.
I came instantly, shouting;
"Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
He moved up me until he was positioned between my thighs, his cock brushed my cunt, causing another aftershock, but in his eagerness he missed his target. I could have screamed in frustration, I was desperate to feel him inside me. I reached down to guide him in. There was no resistance, it was almost as if I was sucking him in.
Fully engaged, he remained still, leaned down and kissed me. I had missed the reassuring weight of a man on top of me, although most of it was supported on his arms and knees. I raised my legs and arms to wrap his body in my flesh. Double wrapped, my cunt was already wrapping his sturdy cock. He began his thrusts, very gently, his length sliding easily in and out of my hungry cunt. His thrusts became faster, less controlled until he grunted and made his final erratic jerks.
My body was wrapped tightly around his, conforming to his movement. My eyes were tightly closed, but I could see in my mind his powerfull bursts of rich, thick semen blasting into me. His magical moment. Mine too, my own orgasm peaked to match his.
He stayed on top of me, I could feel his heartbeat. He softened inside me. I was still wrapped around him and his weight, now he was relaxed, was crushing me. I unnwrapped him and he rolled to one side, his cock slipping out with a soft plop. We lay side by side in silence, me hoping that there was more to come.
Some men become very sensitive after ejaculation and don't like their cock to be touched. Was he like that? There was only one way to find out. I gently took him in hand. There was no objection. Quite the opposite, it began to stiffen again. It was sticky from our fuck, but I wanted it in my mouth again. The stickiness was my own juice mixed with spunk. I was familiar with the taste of both. I like a man to come in my mouth and I usually lick my fingers clean after masturbating. The blend of both is a cocktail I enjoy. I slid down and took his cock into my mouth.
He muttered something inaudible but didn't stop me. I licked him clean, worshipping his maleness, my idol. I explored it with lips, tongue and fingers. I was tempted to rim his arse, but was that was going a bit far at this early stage? The decision was made for me. He asked me to turn round;
"So that I can get at you."
I turned. We both new that I was still full of his cum, would he..? Very few men will eat their own. He did. He drank me dry, ultimate recycling. I tried to suck him while he sucked me. I'm not very good at sixty-nine. Cock sucking requires concentration and I find it difficult to concentrate when my clit is being sucked. Very soon I lost all control anyway as his clever tongue coaxed yet another orgasm from my compliant cunt.
I lay panting, head to tail with him. As my convulsions diminished to ripples, I turned to lie the right way up. This time it was me who raised myself to kiss him. There were no words, none were necessary. His cock was still fully erect, he had not come. I owed him one. Several actually.
I straddled him and pushed my cunt up against his balls. Looking down it looked like the cock was mine. Apart from the fact that the balls were on top and not danging beneath. I took hold of it with both hands and wanked it like a man wanks himself, all the time watching his face. He was certainly enjoying the treatment and left me to it. Should I wank him off? I like to see spunk shoot, but this would be his second coming, perhaps not the headboard painting spectacle I would have liked. I decided that inside me would be a better place for it.
I could see from his face that he was close. I raised myself, guided his purple tip to my slot and fed it inside, impaling myself on him. He groaned in pleasure. I stayed very still feeling his cock twitch inside me, then leaned down to brush his chest with my nipples before crushing them against him as we kissed. His hands wandered everywhere, exploring me. He caressed everything he could reach, finally cupping my buttocks and gently tracing round the place where his cock was embedded deep inside my cunt. Again he explored the other hole. Very gently, making no attempt to penetrate.
I wanted him to. I wanted his cock in there. I wanted him to come there. But I wanted him to in my mouth as well, I wanted him to come on my tits, I wanted to wank him off, I wanted him to come where he was, in my cunt. So many targets, so little spunk.
I raised myself into a sitting position and started to ride him. His hands came up to my tits, cupping them, rolling my nipples with his thumbs. I rode harder, faster. I wanted to suck every drop from him. He put his arms around me and pulled down onto him, taking control, ramming powerfully into me.
"Coming."
He gasped. I latched my mouth onto his as he climaxed, gasping, breathing my breath. I came yet again, my greedy cunt milking his cock as it spurted.
We lay very still, breathing heavily, hearts beating a duet. His cock softened inside me and slipped out. I lay on him like a rag doll. Eventually I raised myself, kissed the eyes, his nose and his mouth. I licked the salty sweat from his chest then rolled off to lie alongside him. He recovered the duvet and covered us both. We both knew that it was over.
We lay in each others arms, kissing and caressing. Eventually, he said;
"Do you want to spend the night here, or shall I take you home?"
I wanted more, but I was being greedy. I only had the clothes that I had been wearing, no overnight things.
"Home."
I said with some reluctance. We dressed in silence. There was nobody on the reception desk, we let ourselves out. At my flat, he got out and opened the car door for me. We kissed again and he said;
"Is there going to be a next time?"
Yes. Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes.
