An Inspired Fuck

“I think you should read these. And it’s going to make you want to fuck me,” I said. “Especially the last one.” I’d suggested D read some recent installments from Mr. X’s blog The Sex Experiment.

A few minutes later he was done, and he was very hard. He edged my top out of the way and began to push his cock into me.

“What if I’m not ready?” I asked. “How could you not be ready? You knew this was going to make me want to fuck you.”

The tip slipped in. Then back out. Then in a bit farther, gathering my slickness as he moved. On the third pass he pushed in all the way, and I felt my tightness give way to him, groaning as we pressed into each other. As soon as we were synched up I rolled him over.

God I wanted to be on top. To ride his cock, to grind against him, to slide up and almost off of him and then sink back down and do it all over again. When I looked down between us I could see his cock all shiny and slick. I felt the juices dripping on my thighs, running down my ass. He stroked his fingers along the lips of my pussy, reaching around my ass to touch me from behind. He gathered my come and slipped his fingers into my mouth. I came twice around him.

We talked about very dirty things, including having my pussy spread across his face. I moved from his hips to his head and lowered my cunt to his lips. He held my ass while I held the headboard. Pussy licking. Tongue fucking. Clit sucking. I came and gushed into his mouth, over his chin, all down his neck. I still wanted more. I flipped over into 69 and took his cock in my mouth and hand. I tried to give him as good as I was getting, but I was lost in the feeling of his tongue and lips on me and came again before I could give him any meaningful attention.

Finally I could focus on him. I was draped alongside his body, head in his lap while I stroked and then sucked his cock. He told me how much he loved seeing my beautiful lips wrapped around him, the lips he loves to kiss sucking on him.

And then he wanted to lick, suck, kiss, and fuck my pussy again. I wasn’t upset by this turn of events.

He did all those things, but I begged him for his fingers in the middle. Both hands worked my pussy at once, two fingers inside, the fingers of his other hand furiously attending to my clit. The joy on his face made me smile and laugh as he brought me to another divine orgasm.

Then we fucked. Again. One leg to the side, one on his shoulder.  In an L for Liza shape, he said. Then I wrapped my ankles around his neck, toes clenched together to hold him tight. He said he loved watching my tits bounce. Finally we wrapped ourselves around each other, his cock buried deep inside me.

With the final orgasm we stared into each others’ eyes, marveling at how well we know how to fuck each other. D didn’t come. Said he wanted to save it up, there’s a long day ahead of us, and who knows what other fucking it might hold?