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Good lays come to girls what can ask for what they want.
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Good lays come to girls what can ask for what they want. Several months of dealing with mundane things had seen a lull in me, my sex drive reduced, though not gone altogether. The past few weeks however, has seen a marked increase in my sex drive, and a greatly renewed interest in continuing my sexual escapades. To that end I idly took up what I bemusedly call 'prowling', masturbating more often, and fantasizing on a regular basis. I'd spent the weekend at a friend's house, and in the company of not a few lesbians. I love pussy, don't get me wrong, and after watching it happen I've realized that I want to sleep with a lesbian, and I never have. But as pleasant as that was, what my mind kept going back to time and again, what I found myself actually salivating for, aching to be filled by - was cock. Here I was surrounded by all these beautiful women, all this rich, sensual femininity, and what I wanted most in the world was not the soft ferocity of these women but the hard masculinity of the turgid penis, that Velvet steel throbbing inside me and hitting that spot deep inside my sex just so until every nerve ignites and my body clamps around that cock, making him fight to stay inside me as the force of my orgasm bears down and I erupt like Vesuvius around his member, my juices spilling out and down our legs. ... Like I said, I wanted cock. Here we'll segue for a moment. Just over a year ago, not long after I'd moved back here to Illinois, I had a very fun encounter with a young man who fancied himself a regular William Blake. (Famous poet. Google it, learn something new.) He picked me up and we ducked onto an access road inside a corn field, wherein he quite nicely put me on the roof of said car and proceeded to drill me soundly(Apparently I have a thing for Marines. Who knew?) We only got together that one time, but it was such a good experience that I've used the memory of it several times when masturbating, always wishing I could have had him again. Well tonight ladies and germs? That wish came true. An out of the blue message received - turns out he remembered the encounter fondly as well and wondered if I'd ever like to hook up again. It didn't take long before an address was given and then he was waiting on the porch with a hug and a smile when I arrived. In his bedroom with the TV for shadowed light and some random music playing we smoked a bowl and chatted here and there. Funnily enough I think we were both a little nervous, but at some point while telling him I liked rough sex I told him to undress for me. He stood up and obliged, and I'm glad he wasn't looking at my face at that exact moment. My jaw dropped and my expression flashed from smoky to incredulous when I saw the tent in his boxers. He was every bit as big as I remembered him, and with an indrawn breath my surprise became delight so by the time He looked up as he shrugged out of his shirt I was smiling and beckoned him back to the bed. That was going to be such a good cock, and I wanted it - so I reached out and took it in hand. I could tell he was pleasantly surprised - in our last encounter I'd been the flitting nervous bundle of submission, making him initiate everything and leading the dance. But here I was, ordering him to undress for me, boldly reaching out for his hardness, curling my fingers around it and happily stroking its length and girth. He asked me if I liked it and I only pointed at my neck and told him to kiss me there. A pleased gasp flew from my lips as he surged up and leaned over me to obey. Something happened the moment his lips touched my neck, some last nervous inhibition fell away and suddenly we were both frantic for the other one, our hands grasping feverishly at each other as we strained to get the last of our clothing off. The hard silk cylinder of him in my hand again, squeezing and stroking, reveling in its sinewy length and girth and he with his face buried in my breasts, my clit zinging and throbbing with each suckle and bite he hungrily sought to please my whispered commands with. But I didn't want to cum yet and I pushed him back and let him guide my head down to the tip his dick, my tongue eagerly whisking out to flatten against the head before drew it between my lips and started to suck. I loved the way it felt in my mouth as he tangled his hand in my hair and worked it steadily deeper until he could gently, but with growing lust force push his cock down to the base and make me deep throat him. Since he didn't want to cum in my mouth he didn't mouth fuck me long, but I almost whimpered and wanted to keep going - it so rare to find a man who knows how to properly help his partner deep throat him, I was really enjoying it. He very much wanted me to cum, though, and he growled a little in satisfaction when he slid his hand to my shaved pussy and found it so slick and wet with wanting him; he ground his palm down against my clit and shoved his fingers deep into my wet hole, fucking it hard and pounding against my clit with each thrust of his hand. I could hear the pleasure in his voice when my legs snapped together and my body tightened against his fingers, bucking upward as I came wet and gushing over his hand. I know he was murmuring and urging me on as he kept finger fucking me, but with each new orgasm I understood the actual words less and less. Finally I reached between my legs and closed my fingers around his wrist, stuttering out that I wanted his cock inside of me. When he'd pulled his hand from my dripping cunt he ran it softly along my leg, up to my hip and then nudged me to roll over to my stomach. I turned to look over my shoulder at him kneeling above me and lifted my ass toward him just a bit, ordering him to smack it, smack it hard, make it sting baby, that's it - oh fuck yes, li-like that yeah. Somehow he seemed to know right when I was about to cum again and he stopped and hauled me up on my knees. I moaned and reached forward to grab hold of the edge of the mattress, insolently raising my ass and pushing back towards him, my face against the sheet, begging for his cock with my body and my whimpers. I know you want this dick deep in that wet pussy don't you sexy? That's right, push that cunt to me, work for my cock. I'm not trying to be gentle with you I know how you like it rough - oh fuck girl, unh. Your pussy's so fucking tight and wet, I love it, god damn. There I was on my knees and my elbows, moaning and gasping as he fucked me hard and deep and fast. I told him I liked it rough and did he ever deliver. I don't know how many times I came, just that he didn't stop fucking me, or slapping my ass and yanking me back by the hair until he came to the edge of his own control and slipping that magnificent organ from my body he unloaded his orgasm across my back and stinging buttocks. After ward we both collapsed on the bed and slowly came down from our carnal heights. Now here I am home once again, a constant aching wetness between my legs as I've sat here writing this. Make no mistake but that I'm taking my toys to bed with me, and coaxing another few orgasms from myself as I relive tonight's passionate activities. I think what makes it even better is the fact that we're both looking forward to the next time. He did mention role playing and there is still that fantasy I always wanted to fulfill... bbwjessicag Jess |
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Great night Jessica, you deserved it.
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