Excursion

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She messaged me the address to her office.

This was a surprise.

We’ve been chatting online for a few days and have really hit it off. I don’t normally fuck around with the whole online flirting thing. Too many secrets. Plus, I’m just better face to face.

But something about her drew me in fast. She is different. Genuine. Every text she sends me glows with sweetness. She disarmed me right away.

Yes, it helps that she’s incredibly incredibly stunning to look at. Literally. Heart-stopping, breath-holding, blood-rushing stunning.

And the address that I’m now pasting into my maps app is the ticket to making the fantasy real.

It’s not often in a guy’s life where the fantasy girl at the center of recently elevated levels of your arousal and repeated masturbatory sessions is suddenly texting you her address.

Yet here I am.

Driving.

The address text is made even more thrilling by one that comes after it.

“Oops. Forgot to mention that my boss and co-workers are all out of state. I’m the ‘unlucky’ girl that drew the short straw and has to watch the office. Alone.”

I almost drive off the road. Pretty sure my raging hard-on just shifted the steering wheel.

“Perhaps we can turn your luck around,” I texted back.

Fuck yes I’m texting and driving. Don’t judge me. A beautiful woman awaits. Being a rebel is called for.

I pull up to her building, go up the elevator to her floor and down the hall to her office. I’m actually fucking nervous. What has this girl done to me?

Before I walk in, I decide to text her first.

“I’m here. Just outside your office.”

A minute later I hear a voice behind me.

“Your not gonna fucking kill me are you? I’m gonna be super pissed if I just invited a serial killer to my office.”

I turn around and smile. Goddamn she’s even more striking in person. Her pics are always sexy, but seeing the whole package standing before you is another kind of arousal.

“Nah, killing’s not my thing,” I reply to her. “But I am gonna rob the shit out of you.”

She smiles.

I melt.

“What are you thinking about,” she asks.

“Kissing you.”

“But, Mr. Proper, we’ve only just met. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of you.”

“I’ll have you know, Miss B, that compared to the things you yourself have begged me to do to you, I think just wanting to kiss you is a valiant desire.”

“Then what the fuck are you wa–”

Before she can finish her sentence, I grab her by the waist and pull her to me forcefully. She gasps then smiles. I brush my nose against hers, smiling back, and then press my lips softly to hers.

Her eyes close as we twirl our lips around each other’s. No tongue, just our lips interlocking and dancing about.

For 3 minutes. 6 minutes. More. My lips are starting to tingle numb just from the sensation of kissing her for what feels like a taste of a wanted eternity. And I want more than a taste.

“Are you going to invite me in or should I just undress you in this hallway and have you right here in front of all these office gnomes.”

“I’m sure they’d all like to watch. They’re always staring.”

She’s talking about her DDD tits.

“I’d be staring too,” I tell her.

“But you haven’t even glanced at them once, yet. Don’t you like them?”

“I’m not even gonna answer that. A) you know I do. And B) I’ve been too busy staring into your eyes. It’s nice to see them, but even nicer to see the reflection of myself within them. And then there’s kissing you.”

We kiss again. More uncontrolled. Hands beginning to roam.

“C’mon. Follow me,” she says, eventually breaking away and leading me through a back door into her part of the office.
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It is very ungentlemanly of me but I have to. There’s no way I can take it slow. No way I can focus on every detail of her the way I want to while feeling this way.

The urge is too strong. It clouds everything else. This played differently in my head on the way here, but seeing her in person ignites a desire like no other.

That’s why I’m bending her over a desk.

That’s why I’m lifting her skirt and sliding her panties over.

That’s why my cock is out and at her entrance.

A kiss in the hall and no other foreplay. So unlike me. But then again, this girl has made me feel things I haven’t felt in forever.

So I shove it in.

No easing, no teasing, no savoring every slow inch as it pushes in.

I plunge it in. Fully and all at once.

Because I have to.

And she is WET AS FUCK.

Goddamn.

She wants it too as badly as I do.

Oh goddamn. Goddamn!!

This revelation escalates my desire even more. A passion reciprocated— the hottest fucking feeling.

Ten days ago, we’d never talked. Ten minutes ago I saw her for the first time. Ten seconds ago I wasn’t even inside of her. Now I couldn’t fuck her hard enough.

I’m pounding away at her like a madman. A man possessed with such a ridiculous want, that I’ve thrown all customs and ritual out the window and like an animal I’m fucking her ferociously.

Her pussy is as perfect as the rest of her. And to top it off, she’s orgasmic.

I hear her scream into the desk. I feel her clinch around my cock. I grab a fistful of her hair and fuck her even more.

I spin her over to her back. Shit is falling off the desk everywhere. She busts open her sweater, I shove the top of her dress down her shoulders revealing her bra.

Pink and barely containing her perfectly full breasts.

I fuck her harder still.

Her tits rock back and forth, quickly falling out of the bra.

Fuck her nipples are perfect. My fingers MUST have them and I circle them lightly before pinching her brilliant tips firmly as I plunge my dick in and out in full deep thrusts.

She’s cumming again and this time the sight of her gorgeous face in orgasmic knots is pushing me over the edge. Her sweet cum moans ring in my ear and invade my brain.

I welcome it, every sense of our fuck, every way I can experience her O consumes me and pushes me over the edge.

I scream her name and erupt.

Gushes of me pump inside of her.

No condom. No pulling out.

Just loads of my thick hot cum filling her up. She moans wildly as she feels it pumping inside her. I cum so goddamned hard that I’m dizzy, but I can’t stop. I want more of this spectacular woman.

Immediately I drop to my knees. I never even bothered to take her panties off and now they’re all soiled in my cum and her juices.

I slide her soaked knickers off of her and pin her hands underneath her as I dive into her delicious cum-filled sex. As I lick her deeply, I tie her hands together with her own soaked panties.

Slightly bound, fully clothed with her tits busting out and legs thrown over my shoulders, this goddess cums louder and harder than any woman I’ve ever heard as I lick and lick and lick her religiously. My thumb in her ass, my tongue artfully working her clitoris, I drain her in waves and waves of climax.

My beard is soaked in us.

The room is ringing with the sound of her.

She smells every bit as delightful as she tastes and I can’t stop staring at this masterpiece of sex and beauty before me.

My cock fully hard again, I must have her again.

I step over the desk debris that’s fallen to the floor and mount her head, dangling off the desktop.

She opens her mouth wantingly and slowly I feed her my throbbing beast, still coated in her delectable sex.

She moans into my piece.

I grab her mountainous tits firmly and pump her mouth in a slow calm rhythm.

I love feeling her mouth against me.

So loving.

So skilled.

Loving it every bit as much as me.

My climax hits me fast and I want to pull out and pay tribute to this living angel by spraying her in my desire, but I can’t pull out.

Her mouth.

Her kiss.

Feels so fucking right.

So I let her drain me, consume me and once again I’m draining my nut inside her.

And like a savory nectar, she vocalizes her pleasure as she swallows my every shot.

This woman!! Goddamn!!

I pull my dick from her mouth and replace it with my kiss as I reach down and touch her body more.

We kiss and kiss, deeply, slowly, our breath in perfect unison, working ourselves back up again, a perfect loop of desire, no ending in sight.

Photos courtesy of the actual @dddlightful Follow her on Twitter! She is so fucking sweet and absolutely stunning as you can see here.

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Wicked Wednesday

The Choice

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“You have to make a choice,” Melody said as she dangled her head off the edge of the bed. “And choose wisely because it’s the only part of me that’s yours all weekend.”

Melody loved restrictions.

But how could I choose? I mean, I was gonna be a winner either way, actually. A swingers weekend in a forest resort with us and nine other horny couples, I’d have the pick of 10 women to fuck and do as I pleased, I’d get to watch nine other men fuck and do what they pleased to my sexcharged wife.

What they pleased minus one exception. I got to choose one part of her body that was off limits all weekend, exclusive only to me.

The caveat? It would also be the only part of her I’d get to stick my cock all weekend. I got one part of her body that was mine and all mine, the rest belonged to the weekend’s party.

Her pussy couldn’t be chosen. I mean, who goes to a swingers weekend and says “sorry, you can’t fuck me?” She wouldn’t be very popular. And Melody loved being popular.

Mouth? Or tits? Those were my two best options. What fucking great options they were too.

Let’s look at the scorecard.

HER MOUTH
• thick full lips
• no gag reflex
• the most attentive tongue
• cum fetish = she swallows or she lets it run from her lips and slowly spreads it all over herself
• The BEST blowjobs around. And that’s not just my vote. She actually won the title at a previous swinger party.
• Mel LOVES to suck cock. Literally loves it.
• Depriving her of cock in her mouth would torture her.

HER TITS
• 42DDD
• All natural
• Guaranteed to be the biggest tits at the resort party
• The thickest, most sensitive nipples
• pinching her nipples while fucking/licking her sends her into orgasm overdrive
• cum on her tits is her ultimate cum fetish
• Her tits are always the first place any guy goes when bedding her. Always.
• After staring at her cleavage all night, it would torture men not to be able to touch them.

And so now my job was to show Melody which one I chose.

I stood on the floor above her dangling head, my cock fully hard at the sight of her offering herself this way, one of my favorite mouth-fucking positions.

I put the tip of my dick to her lips, pre-cum already oozing out. I slid my point along her moist-shined lips slowly, my stringy honey coating them with just a hint of my savory cum-to-come.

She opens her mouth for me to enter.

I feel her hot breath taunt my dick. How good it would feel wrapped in her loving suck.

I slowly bring my fingertips to her thickthickthick nipples as she danced her tongue around my dickhead.

Unable to resist my taste, she closes her lips around my point and slowly sucks just my tip. She moans as she sucks the pre-cum from my stinger and attempts to pull out the full load.

I let her suck me all the way into her mouth. I see my cock bulging in her throat as she worships me with her skill and stillness. I want nothing more than to feed my wife my cum and give my goddess a thick creamy offering down her cum-hungry throat.

But I do the hardest thing in the fucking world. And pull out.

I clamp my fingers around her nipples tightly and tug up, pinching the everlasting fuck out of her tits.

“Oh fuck yes,” she reacts gutturally.

I push her glorious tits together and then, with my cock lubed in a single dip down her throat, I breach her god-given mountains of flesh and fuck those titties like an animal possessed.

Humping her heavy breasts hard, furiously fucking these ultimate symbols of wont.

I felt my cum build quick, but didn’t pull out to aim and mark my territory. No, I kept fucking.

I squeezed her bulbous boobs tighter, my dick lost between these giant majestic mammaries and I came between them.

Her tits so big, her cleavage so ample, it could catch my streaming cum and pool it on her chest. Bellow her fuck mountains, a pond of my hot jizz in her valley.

I pulled her tits apart and watched my heavy load flow up toward her head which still hung off the bed.

As my cum ran along her neck, I caught it with licks and kisses to her neck. I’d cum so much my mouth was full of my own salty squirt.

I brought my lips to her nipples, sore from my unapologetic pinches and drizzled my cum on her tips.

After I unloaded my bounty on both her tits, I tongued each of her nipples with the slowest, most sweetest of kisses. I pulled each nipple into my mouth slowly, grinding the flat and rough part of my tongue along her rigid nips.

She writhed in pleasure.

I kissed them deeper. Her nipples coated in my cum always tasted divine. I moaned deeply into her tit and sucked harder.

The cum. The nipple kisses. It was too much for Mel to bare.

“Fuck me once more before we go,” Melody begged in a whisper.

“Sorry, baby. But now I can only fuck your tits. Remember the rules? I made my choice.”

And my choice was clear.

The power was in banning her tits. Her most on-display sex symbol, her prized and belovéd-by-all tits would be completely off-limits by everyone but her husband. Me.

And now she was so goddamed horny, she would be unstoppable at the party, fucking and sucking with bottomless desire.

Desire that now had a restriction for the weekend.

Initiation

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It was summer when Melody took my virginity and we spent the next 2 weeks locked in my bedroom doing nothing but fucking.

School was out. We had no jobs. Rent was paid. We had nothing else to do.

Just.

Fucking.

So I should’ve known when Mel invited me to join her at the home of Rugby and Bristol, a married couple 20 years our senior, that something naughty was afoot.

Melody gave me no warning.

But before I knew it, all four of us were in a hot tub and the girls were topless, both pair of their amazingly large tits bobbing at the bubbly surface.

“Don’t you like Bristol’s tits,” Melody plainly asked.

I did. Greatly.

Bristol was 40 but could have easily been a decade younger. Thick, but not overweight, pale skinned and brunette. She reminded me of that sexy British lady chef I’ve always wanted to fuck.

“She’ll let you touch them,” encouraged Rugby, referring to Bristol’s glorious boobs.

I looked at Melody. She looked back at me like she does when she wants to get fucked.

Bristol stood up a bit, her tits rising above the steamy surface. I took a tit in each hand and lifted them up. They were so full. So heavy.

I could feel Melody moving in closer and feeling for my cock to see if I was hard.

I was.

Then she took one of Bristol’s tits from my hand and placed her mouth on it, sucking at her nipple deeply.

And there it was. My new girlfriend, the girl who only 15 days before tool my virginity, sucking the tit of a 40 year old right in front of me, my own hand still groping her other.

“Kiss her,” Rugby’s voice suggest across from us.

I lean in and kiss Bristol. She moans into my mouth.

We kiss a bit more but I eventually break away and join Melody in sucking Bristol’s tits.

I can feel her pulling her bottoms off.

Melody follows suit.

I do the same. The hot water felt great on my stiff bare dick.

“Suck Melody’s tits now,” Rugby commanded.

And we obeyed.

Melody was very vocal as we suckled her thick nipples. My loud girl was even louder.

“Left her up on the deck.”

We did.

Bristol followed her up, still kissing Mel and her tits as I positioned myself between her two legs which dangled down into the tub.

I was surprised to find her pussy so incredibly soaked on the inside. It was obvious Melody was getting off on this so hard and it turned me on how highly she was aroused.

I dove into her pussy and licked away at Mel with a devoted fever. In our two weeks together I had learned quickly how she licked to be eaten out and I had her cumming in no time.

Melody screamed her orgasm into a muffled kiss with Bristol. It was a sound I loved immediately and would grow to crave.

“Now do that to my wife”

Bristol and Melody exchanged places giggling. And I proceeded to eat Bristol’s pussy as her husband watched and as my new gal sucked at her tits.

Bristol tasted divine.

I slid two fingers deeply inside her four-decade old cunt and flicked away at her g-spot as my tongue rapidly swirled around her stiff clit.

Bristol erupted into a shaking wet orgasm against my face. I showed no mercy and only licked her harder, fingered her deeper.

Her orgasms also muffled, but not by a kiss of the mouth. By Melody’s tit that was dangling into our lover’s mouth.

“Your turn, Will.” Rugby looked at me. “Let him have it girls.”

All 3 of us were now laying on the wooden deck of the jacuzzi. I was on my back looking down at my cock disappearing inside of Bristol’s married mouth.

Fuck she was good.

Bristol’s stellar blow job was heightened by the addition of Melody kissing and licking my balls and under them.

2 mouths on my cock and balls. Motherfucker. A single mouth would never feel the same.

And then it happened.

Before I even know it, Bristol is pulling me out of her mouth and climbing on top of me. In another second she is mounting my dick.

Only my 2nd pussy ever, my second fuck a mere 2 weeks after my first and in the presence of her husband and my girlfriend.

And she’s great.

Bristol’s pussy feels as fine as it tasted and this woman…

Knew.

How. To. Fuck.

“Do you want to cum inside my wife,” I hear Rugby ask.

And before I could answer, I was.

In buckets.

Feverishly, Mel pushes her off me and pins her down on the deck, face down in her sex, eating away at Bristol’s cunt as my fresh hot cum oozes out of her fuck-worn pussy.

While Mel is licking her, Rugby finally gets out of the tub and moves over to the girls.

His cock is gigantic. At least a foot and thick as fuck.

He drops to his knees at Melody’s ass and enters her pussy with ease.

She barely flinches and takes his monstrous cock fully inside her with pleasure as she licks away at Bristol.

Rugby is pumping her good and hard.

Bristol cums from Mel’s skilled licking.

Rugby screams Melody’s name as he fucks her even harder, gripping her hair and smacking her ass roughly as he plows her.

He’s a goner within a minute.

My girlfriend, my future wife, yells out to him “Cum in me, you fuck!!!”

And he does, gnashing his teeth.

It all has me fully hard once again.

As soon as Rugby pulls out of Melody, I plug myself inside of her.

He’s stretched her a bit and her pussy is slick with his cum. The sensation is fucking ecstatic though and I fuck her harder than I ever have.

My stamina is high and her pussy, lubed in another man’s cum and gaping from his thick dick, doesn’t feel as tight so I’m able to fuck her longer than ever. Melody starts cumming more.

Her orgasmic convulsions skyrocket my own climax and soon I too am adding my cum inside of Melody’s beautiful shared fuck hole.

Bristol kisses me on the mouth, begging me to eat her pussy some more.

“Go on, boy,” says Rugby playing with Mel’s tits as she catches her breath. “You’re just getting started.”

And like that a decade of fuckery began.

More Thoughts on the Promiscuity Game

I want to return to the present day and my night with Amanda and Dillon, but before I do I’ve been encouraged by the lovely Jenna at JennasAttic to share a reply to a question she asked. Jenna wanted to know (and others have asked too) how the game made me feel, who won the game and how did days like that affect my marriage. I did my best to answer and its included below.

How did I feel during all of it? Fun, excitement, creative, confident. There’s a certain calm that’s achieved when you aren’t looking for a long-term mate and you’re just enjoying the company of a woman. Because I had full immunity and consent from my wife, there was no stress of getting caught etc. Just enjoyment. We had been having sex on a scale like this for a while at the time this weekend occurred. After meeting so many people, you get a feel from them early on if they are into casual sex or the type of person who looks for a long term relationship.

It’s almost like a pre-consent vibe. I don’t even want to proposition a woman if I have a feeling it’s going to make her uncomfortable. Consent and comfort are of utmost importance in this lifestyle.

So I felt relaxed and fun and excitement. Trying to bed a stranger has great adventure and I love the rush of the game. I have instincts of whether a woman would be up for sex or not, but sometimes I know before even she does. So there’s still the courting and the banter, all of which thrills me just as much as the sex.

The encounters with the usual cast of swingers and playmates is still fun too. And there’s a sense of courtship with them too, though truthfully those relationships are more about the straight physical. But they can propose adventures too. I’ve never bedded Melody’s sub alone before. I usually don’t let the husband of couples suck me either. But I did it because I knew it would get a rise out of Melody later.

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Our game was very much Spy vs Spy (that old Mad cartoon) in a way. There was no winner per say. It was about the hunt and the story. Everyone I had an experience with, I did so primarily to impress/please my wife. And she did the same for me. Yes, I got physical pleasure from it and yes I sincerely enjoy the company of these women, but Melody was always on the forefront of my mind.

Our marriage had moved beyond emotional and physical means. We started getting off on more mental and story driven stimulus.

So the feeling I felt most overall was pleasure and satisfaction. Because Melody was going to love what I had done just as I was going to love hearing about her day too.

It not only made our marriage stronger, but it was part of what made “us” us. We had threesomes while dating. 2 weeks after she took my virginity, we fucked another couple. She trained me and taught me so much about sensuality and sexuality, but we learned together too. There were years of our marriage where we didn’t mess around at all with others though. We tried everything. Including vanilla sex and monogamy.

Being with others ultimately reinforced that we were the perfect mate for each other. I found no lovers that pleased me more than her and she found no lovers who pleased her or understood her like I did. Fucking others was the foreplay to fucking each other. The sex we would have after sharing our tales with each other? Goddamn magical. Unlike anything else.

We never even saw ourselves as having an “open” marriage either. It was us, our circle. The world was just our playground.

Are we married anymore? No. But I can honestly say it had nothing to do with our sexual proclivities. We just evolved differently. But I’ll go into that another time. I’ve rambled long enough.

Short Girls Will Be The Death Of Me

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I gotta admit. My cock grew fully hard just at the sound of Amanda knocking at my door. When Dillon opened the door and embraced her long-time friend, their respective cleavages clashing, their excited squeals in harmony, I almost came right then at the possibilities of what was about to happen.

The more Dillon heard about myself and Melody’s secret sex life, the more she wanted to compete with her. Though she said she wanted to continue “life in the moment” and thought that bringing in another would be a good reminder that we are just to be fuck buddy’s, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

I thought she was overthinking it all, but in any case this lead her to invite Amanda over. Amanda is another of Dillon and Melody’s childhood besties so of course I’m thrilled by this. Though I’d never had the string of fantasies about her, like I’d had with Dillon, I knew that Amanda (Mandy, her close friends called her) probably fucked good.

She was the opposite of Dillon personality wise. Amanda is brash, ornery, and generally tears through men like it’s nothing. And physically, Amanda is a near replica of Melody which is why I know she’ll feel fucking exquisite.

Short girl. Huge tits. Thick lips. A magic trifecta that’ll be the fucking death of me.

Dillon has never been with a girl and is not sure if she even wants to, but she does get off on the idea of watching. She confessed to me that after she found out about Melody fucking Chase (her then boyfriend), she was heartbroken, but said she also felt angry that she didn’t get to watch.

Chase, in a dumb-dude move and maybe in an attempt to hurt her, told Dillon how good Melody was— how quickly he got-off when she sucked him, something Dillon always had trouble doing. (Though she had no trouble with me, I might add).

So after hearing that, she would often fantasize about watching Melody and Chase fuck. She told me she would finger herself or use a vibrator even as she thought about it. Chase, himself, could never make her cum, but fucking herself while imagining watching them always got her off, she confessed.

Dillon wanted to turn these emotionally difficult watching-fantasies into something real and fun. Unlike Melody who shied away from sex play with her close personal friends, Dillon felt more comfortable with it. Plus, she had told Amanda about our recent romps, including praise of my skills. To which Mandy apparently replied jealously, “Goddamn, Bitch. I wanna fuck him too!”

And there you have the events that have led to Amanda now knocking at my door and rubbing her giant tits all over Dillon and me as she hugs us both excitedly.

Amanda knows she is here to get fucked, but makes no big deal about it, a huge turn on for me.

We sit in my living room, drinking wine and listening to old soul records. The girls laugh over stories from high school and about certain boys. Melody’s name gets mentioned a lot.

Amanda has a lot of good stories about her, many I hadn’t heard— blowing 2 boys in the bathroom of a party, having to tell her in the hall that she had cum running down her leg after she fucked the security guard in his car during lunch. Amanda even admits to getting fingered by Melody over a dare, how they liked it and did it again for fun several times later. I wonder why Melody never mentioned this or wanted to bring Mandy on as a playmate?

I’m getting very aroused hearing about Melody. Recently this would have bothered me, but I’m just gonna embrace it for now. In fact, it’s inevitable I’m gonna think of Melody while fucking Mandy. How could I not? These short, busty nymphs could be twins.

A second bottle of wine is opened and I invite Amanda to sit on the floor in front of me while I rub her shoulders. It’s an obvious move to get things started, but neither girl says anything about it.

Dillon watches from the couch as I place my hands on Amanda’s bare shoulders. Mandy instantly reacts with a sultry moan and Dillon and I both smile at each other, my cock harder than ever.

Not Her Boyfriend

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“You have to stop making love to me like that,” Dillon struggles to say as she catches her breath, a pool of my cum resting deeply inside her center. My hands cup her breasts from behind and I’m kissing her shoulders in a series of slow, long tastes.

“Ok,” I simply say, as my kisses travel to her neck.

“It’s making me fall for you and I can’t fall for you. I don’t want you to be my boyfriend. Boyfriends lie and cheat. Boyfriends leave. You can’t be my boyfriend.”

“Ok.”

I’m sliding down her body, my fingers exploring her lips and breath as she talks, my kisses dance a bit too long on her nipples, eventually breaking free and moving downward still.

“I want you to be my teacher. My guide. My experiment. My toy. My preacher. My…”

She stops talking as my mouth reaches her glistening sex. It’s still gaping and oozing from our fuck just moments ago. I kiss her there just as tenderly as I kissed her everywhere. My cum lines her walls and puddles underneath her. I breathe us in and moan as I press my mouth further in.

“I’ve never been so relaxed,” she continues in a calm near whisper. “I’ve never been so confident and at peace. My whole life I’ve tried to make men like me. I’ve stressed over pleasing them, gave them my body, anything they wanted. I just wanted to be loved. But you, I didn’t care if you liked me. I fucked you for revenge. I fucked you for the experience. I wasn’t worried about pleasing you, I only wanted to get off. And you got my off in ways I’ve never even dreamed of.”

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My mouth has gradually planted firmly into her. Slowly I grind the flat part of my tongue along her stiff clitoris. I feel it at the back of my tongue and slowly lick up until she’s at my tip. I circle her bud twice in one direction, twice in another and then flatten my tongue, guiding it back down until I feel her stiff drop again at the back of my tongue. I repeat this series of motions over and over and over, with just a touch more intensity with each cycle. Her legs begin to twitch but she continues.

“I’ve had casual sex before, but I still stressed over making the guy like me. Over trying to please him. But the way you fucked me? It was like you already worshipped you. Like I already pleased you just by being. You made me feel comfortable just being me. For once I was in the moment. And even when I’m not with you, I still feel at ease. Because I know I’m capable of it. I know there’s someone in this world who can make me feel this way. It’s not just a dream. It’s…”

She stops talking again. To cum. To convulse against my face. To grasp at sheets and hair. To grunt, moan and scream into the air. To gush into my mouth. To pause her breath as more orgasms bombard her in waves. To feel every nerve in her body light up and glow. To feel alive.

Dillon Drills Me; I Drill Dillon

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“Why were you with Melody so long?”

Dillon had been dying to ask I know, but it’s not the conversation that I wanted to have right now. In fact, I didn’t want any conversation. She had to slide her mouth off my dick to ask it and I knew she was just fucking with me. I was about to cum, nearing the edge and she stops mid-suck to ask me this.

Clever fucking girl.

We had been playing around with denying each other orgasms, seeing who could bring the other closest to the edge, seeing who couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded to cum, etc.

“I don’t want to answer that right now.”

“Why?”

“Well for one, I want you to continue this brilliant head you’re giving me.”

She opens her mouth and hovers above my tip, just barely grazing my dick with her lips. I could feel her hot breath wash over it and I wanted it stuffed in her attentive mouth badly.

I squirmed.

“How about you tell me,” she teases, “and then I’ll finish you off. I’ll even let you decide if I should swallow or wear you all over my face and chest.”

She then brought her wide open mouth down on me, not touching my cock at first, then locked her mouth around me and sucked up my shaft torturously slow, digging the tip of her tongue into my dickhole as she reached the top. It was the best fucking feeling and torture all at once. Because she stopped.

“Tell me why. Why were you with Melody so long?”

“Honestly? For sex.”

“Fucking her was that good?”

“Yes.”

“How good? Tell me in detail.”

Dillon begins sucking me tenderly and slow.

“She always wanted it. She was down for anything and good at everything. The smallest, wettest pussy. The biggest tits. Dangerously skilled mouth.”

Dillon’s now sucking me harder and more passionately. I continue.

“She was orgasmic to a fault. She’d cum just crossing her legs sometimes. She loved watching me fuck other women and I loved watching her fuck men and women. They were all so amazed with her. If ever there was a woman born to do nothing but fuck, it’s Melody.”

Dillon is sucking me hungrily and talking about fucking Melody has me climaxing more than anything. I wanted to cum in Dillon’s throat as I thought about Melody’s throat, but I also wanted Dillon more than ever.

I grabbed Dill by the face and pulled her to my mouth for a deep kiss. She positioned herself quickly on top of me and inside of her.

We fucked and kissed savagely, Dillon humped me with might as I growled into her kiss.

I wanted to add something else.

“But if Melody was here right now, I would choose you. I would fuck you senselessly and cum for hours making her only watch. And it would make her jealous, Dillon, because no one can make her cum like I did. And we would make her watch as you came and came and came.”

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I kiss her again.

She cums.

I cum an instant after her and in harmony we continue to fuck until my cock is drained.

Dillon’s breathing hard and can barely speak, but she manages another question.

“But what would she do now? After watching you make me cum and ejaculating inside of me?”

I knew exactly what she’d do. What she did many times before.

“She’d come over here and eat my cum out of your pussy, licking you better than I could even dream, making you cum harder than I ever could. Once you finished an endless cascade of O’s, she’d put on a strap on and fuck you more. Again, fucking you harder and better than I’m even physically possible. She would fuck you until you were a quivering pile of mush or passed out. Probably both. And then she’d walk over to me and beg me to fuck her.”

“Would you,” Dillon asked sweetly.

“No. I’m done with her.”

Dillon smiled and kissed me deeply. I kissed her back and could tell we were falling for each other. Which made me feel horrible because I just bluntly lied to her.

I would fuck Melody in a heartbeat.