In the buff FINAL

I pleaded, “Baby, I want you so bad.”

 

She rose up and demanded in a husky voice, “Put it in me, Darling.”

 

I put a hand on her hip and grabbed my cock with the other. She bent forward at the waist and braced herself with her arms beside me so she could watch the big moment. I guided my cock to her opening and urged her down with my hand on her hip. Together, we watched my cock slide inside her. I felt heavenly warmth and wetness surround my manhood.

 

“Oh, you’re so big,” she gasped as I filled her with some of my cock still showing. She rose up then pushed herself down again. “Oh, you’re so big,” she repeated. “I can feel you stretching me.”

 

Riding my cock with obvious delight, she whimpered ‘Ooh’ or ‘Ah’ at the end of every plunge. Because she was on top, she was doing things her way, my hands on her hips encouraging her. Her body was providing most of the driving force while I added minor assistance by lifting my hips as she came down. The tempo of her plunging quickened, ramming our bodies together with increasing force as she watched my cock steadily disappearing further inside her. She begged, “Give it all to me.”

 

When I was buried to the hilt at last, she stopped and looked up to my face. Panting from her effort, she declared, “Darling, you are so big. I wanted to know if I could take it all.” Her lips pulled back into a toothy smile, and then her eyes blinked in slow motion as she said, “It feels sooo good!”

 

She closed her eyes and began sliding herself up and down on my cock again. Expressions of pure joy rippled across her face. I was joyful as well; it felt wonderful to be fucking her after weeks of strategic edging; but watching her enjoy herself was the crème de la crème for me.

 

She found two actions that gave her the most pleasure, having my cock push all the way in and shallow strokes that rubbed the ridge of my glans on her G-spot. As I discovered earlier, it didn’t take long for her orgasm to cook. Her first orgasm (third of the day) happened after only five minutes of fucking.

 

I could tell when her climax happened from a number of indications. The rising crescendo of sounds from her throat matched what I heard earlier when she came. The force and speed of her pushing down on my cock became almost violent slamming. Because I pay attention to involuntary body signals from my partners, not just my own building orgasm, I felt a noticeable temperature rise inside her vagina coupled with spasmodic contractions and increased wetness oozing over my cock. The most telling, of course, was her declaration, “I’m coming again!”

 

When her body’s convulsions faded, she collapsed on my chest, still impaled by my cock. It took nearly a minute for her panting to subside. After she took stock in what just happened to her, she wondered about me.

 

“You didn’t come, Brett?”

 

“Not yet. I was holding back, concentrating on giving you pleasure. I let you discover yourself. Now let me show who I am. It’s my turn to be on top.”

 

Just decoupling with her turned into an erotic event. Feeling her vagina pulling off my cock in one long slide, seeing my wet cock emerge like a sword from her scabbard, and hearing an audible ‘slorp’ sound all contributed.

 

Re-entering her was an even hotter experience. I had been managing our interactions to seduce one of the sexiest women I had ever met. Now I had her perfect body, naked and waiting for me. I could see her honey-colored pussy crowning her sex between open legs. The entrance to her vagina was still open between puffy labia, all the folds glistening with her arousal. Sliding my cock back into her honey-hole was like returning home for Christmas.

 

My chest settled on top of her breasts so I could put my arms under her, allowing me to support my weight on my elbows while I kissed her. She hooked her legs around mine to lock her sex on my cock and cupped my ass with her hands to pull my pelvis against her as we fucked.

 

I had learned what she liked from the way she rode me which I used now to pleasure her. Providing fast, shallow strokes exclusively, I blitzed her G-spot to another orgasm. What a trip to hear and feel this athletic woman orgasm on my cock under me.

 

Her contracting vagina pulling on my cock had me close to coming so I prepared to let myself go with her next one. Before she even came down from her orgasm, I rose out of her clutches to kneel between her legs. Levering her legs onto my shoulders, I entered her one more time.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Getting ready to dump a month’s load of cum in you.”

 

She might have realized the truth that I had already come that morning but she knew the implication was that she should get ready for my orgasm. For this fuck, I used long, slow plunges as deep as I could go. Mindful of my size and her lack of conditioning, I purposely avoided hammering the top of her vagina, first with short strokes and now with slow pushing. The only violent movement would be her body jerking through an orgasm.

 

For me, the hot, wet, convulsions of her vagina massaging my cock were mind-blowing. When the tingling in my groin pushed lava out of my cock, I was arching my back, holding myself deep in her, and growling like a bear. My obvious ecstasy was a source of childish glee for her, extending her orgasm.

 

Without pulling out, I let her legs down one at a time so I could lay on her again. We were done but I wasn’t ready to disengage. Anna seemed to appreciate the post-orgasm cuddling while coitally connected. We shared tender kisses and hand caresses until my flaccid member slipped out.

 

Because we were sweaty and sticky, I suggested we rinse off under my outdoor shower and then relax in the water. From the shower, I noticed darkness on the horizon previously hidden by our proximity to my house.

 

“Looks like another storm is coming. Do you want to head home before it gets here or wait out any rain inside my house?”

 

“I’m not ready for this day to end.”

 

I brought out beers and we drank, cuddled, and talked as we had earlier except we were lovers now. The change in our relationship meant greater tenderness in our caresses and honesty in our discussions about sex.

 

“Brett, I never knew that sex could be like this. I’ve told you how little sex I had when I was married. Before today, I only had two orgasms in the same day once and that was on my honeymoon when we made love in the morning and evening. Having five today has been a remarkable experience.”

 

“Why stop at five?”

 

“How many orgasms do you think we should go for?”

 

“I like round numbers. Ten sounds good.”

 

“Ten! Are you kidding? I’ll be sore as hell.”

 

“I’ll take it easy on you. I can fuck you in ways that won’t cause so much discomfort. Plus, we haven’t tried oral sex yet. Yep, ten sounds about right.” I didn’t want to explain how quickly her body orgasms compared to other women, making reaching my goal easier. I expected to be able to bring her to five orgasms orally before she knew what hit her.

 

We were interrupted when Anna heard Greta whine. Greta left the shaded area in some mulch she preferred and waited expectantly at the door to my house.

 

“Greta knows a storm is coming. She doesn’t like them.”

 

“Actually, Greta is hearing thunder we can’t. That means lightning is coming. Since the clouds have blocked the sun, we should think about heading inside now instead waiting to hear thunder ourselves.”

 

She agreed and just as we turned, a lightning bolt flashed in the distance. I counted eight seconds until the thunder pealed loud enough to make Anna jump.

 

“Eight seconds, that lightning was only a mile-and-a-half away, too close to risk. Let’s hurry.”

 

The wind picked up and an ominous cloudbank was bearing down on us as we gathered our things. We were inside no more than two minutes when rain was falling so heavily, I could hear it drumming on my roof.

 

As I handed a beer to Anna, I noticed she had draped her towel across her shoulders. “Are you cold? Why don’t you put some clothes on?”

 

“No, I’m a nudist now. I want to be naked, ‘specially around you. I’ll be alright if I dry off.”

 

I liked her commitment to nudism, so I grabbed her towel and dried her back. She didn’t complain when I backed her against the side of the refrigerator and continued doing her front. After drying her breasts, I leaned my head in and gently suckled both nipples. I dried the rest of her lower body and while squatted in front of her pussy, kissed her on her thatch of golden hairs, too.

 

When I stood up, I started to turn away to throw the towel over a chair when she stopped me by grabbing my arm. “Brett, you mentioned us doing oral sex. I have to admit that I am very interested in trying oral sex but I’m not afraid to admit to you that I have never done it before. I have no idea what it feels like but I’m sure you would be the best at pleasing a woman. I want you to teach me the right way to please a man.”

 

“With your past, I understand the lack of experience. I gather you’ve never seen anybody else perform fellatio, like in a video.”

 

“I’ve heard about what’s in porn movies but never actually watched one. I have a basic understanding of oral sex but I know there must be different techniques and I would pick yours without knowing what they are.”

 

“You’re very flattering. The best thing I can teach you is to be able to discover what your partner likes. Try what you like to do, but to be the best, you will have to experiment at times. I think you should watch some porn with me. See how people who are paid to suck cock do it. Then … we’ll just wing it.”

 

I led her to my office where I have my computer. With her sitting in my lap, her naked butt on one thigh and her legs draped over my other, I played short clips from various videos at sites I was familiar with. She asked questions that proved her naïveté but also an unabashed desire to learn.

 

I explained some basic concepts. Blowing or sucking isn’t normally involved. A warm, wet mouth feels like a vagina with extra stimulation from tongue and lips. I added that most men are visually stimulated by watching and they pick up on when the woman enjoys doing it. I offered what women told me, that sucking cock gave them a sense of power and control.

 

She asked what she should do when I come. I said I would let her know when I was going to and suggested she had three options. She could switch to a handjob, take it in her mouth but spit it out afterward, or swallow. She gave me a smile instead of an answer when I asked what she thought she might do. The videos provided some cumshot examples.

 

She responded more that most women to the visuals of seeing other women sucking other cocks. Perhaps she had a fascination with oral. Building excitement made her shift position to straddle my thigh, bringing her wet sex to full bear on my skin. She pulled my hand that rested at her waist down to her clit, directing me to diddle her as she watched. I voluntarily cupped her breast and worked it with a little massage.

 

More wetness was making a mess of my leg but I didn’t mind; she was holding and moving my cock in synchrony to the action on the screen. From over her shoulder, I saw her mouth absentmindedly open around an imaginary cock. Participation in the weird quasi-foursome made me hard; she noticed.

 

Looking down at her fingers gripping my erection, she said, “Oh good, I’m ready to wing it.”

 

I suggested the comfort of my bed and she agreed. I led her across the house to my room. Climbing on the bed first, I laid on my back in the center. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking at me. She had brought her bag with her to my room. Her simple answer to my query was, “Humor me.” Now, she was saying, “I’m going to ask you to do something later. Trust me. I’ll explain everything.”

 

She crawled up from the foot of the bed on her hands and knees, her eyes staring at my cock like a panther stalking her prey. Crawling over my cock, she lowered her chest to rub her nipples along its shaft. She looked over at my eyes to see if I was watching, and then hung her head to rub her cheek on my cock. Forcing my legs apart and settling her body between them, her head hovered over my cock.

 

Grabbing my cock with her hand, she held the glans against the corner of her mouth and looked at me. “You have the most beautiful cock in world, Brett,” she cooed. I felt the vibrations of her voice and the movement of her mouth on me.

 

She ran her nose down one side and up the other as if sniffing a cigar. “Ooh, I love the smell of cock.”

 

Looking at me with dreamy eyes, she tilted and nodded her head, raking her tongue all around my glans and just under its ridge as if eating a drippy ice cream cone. “Ooh, I love the taste of a man when he’s excited.”

 

She played with my cock as if it were a toy. She rubbed the glans all over her face, hugged it, kissed it, and talked to it. “You are so cuddly, my little man. I want to hug you and squeeze you.” She placed my cock in the crook of her neck and bent her head over to press it between her cheek and shoulder, nodding her head to slide her cheek on it.

 

Holding me in front of her face with two hands, she told my cock, “I’m going to eat you up.” Looking beyond the erection in front of her, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m a little nervous, Darling, but I’m dying to do this.”

 

She pulled my cock to her lips and began bathing me with her tongue, and teasing me with pokes past her lips. Her eyes opened and closed slowly, alternately seeking out my eyes and focusing on my cock. With her hands, she gently stroked my cock and cupped my balls.

 

She began putting her lips around my entire helmet then pulling them back over the ridge. Moving slow and sensuously, she looked as though she was enraptured by her desire to suck my cock.

 

Her routine abruptly changed. She put my helmet in her mouth but kept it in. Her tongue swirled over and around the tip. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked into my eyes. Continuing to look, her head swayed side to side and her mouth took another inch. Her tongue slid sideways under my helmet ridge.

 

She took several more inches step by step until her mouth could hold no more. After waiting a few seconds, she pulled off. Looking up to my face, she declared, “I just found out, I love sucking your cock.”

 

Taking me in her mouth, still patient, still delicately, she sucked my cock. I was getting into her rhythm when she suddenly stopped. “Darling, I want you to do something. I’m serious about this. I want you to take my phone and record me sucking your cock.”

 

“What the hell…”

 

“Don’t ask me anything, just trust me. This is for my friend in Atlanta. You’ll understand when you record me. Don’t speak, I will. Make sure you can recognize my face in the video.”

 

I didn’t know where this was going but I was intrigued enough to comply. She took her phone out of her bag, set up recording mode, and handed it to me. She held my cock vertical next to her face. When she was confident that I had her properly framed, she told me to start recording. I punched the red circle and nodded.

 

“Hi, Molly, this is Brett’s cock, the one I told you about.” She put both hands on me to scale my size for the intended viewer. “Since you didn’t believe me before, the only way to convince you about what happened today is to do this…” She turned her head and gave a blowjob exhibition for the video using the method she just perfected. I watched her suck me through the phone display to keep it aimed, but at some point, the phone recorded only sound after I lost my concentration.

 

Anna turned out to be a natural cocksucker. She loved it and had an incredible technique that I could not resist for long. Despite a short refractory period for me and two giant cum loads within recent hours, she brought me to orgasm a third time.

 

I verbally announced my impending eruption. Her reaction was to squeal with a mouthful of my cock, take me deeper, and then nod her head with an ‘mm-hmm’ sound. I don’t know how much cum I delivered; I never saw a drop escape her. I know there had to be some because of her reaction. She was obviously proud of herself.

 

I was dog-tired, in a post-ejaculation energy low. I could have enjoyed a nap right then but she was waiting none too patiently to learn what cunnilingus felt like. How could I disappoint her?

 

I called upon energy reserves and made myself into her gallant lover. I didn’t need much strength or range of motion to dance my tongue in her sex. Soon, I was totally focused on eating the sweetest honey-pie I have ever known. Her clit was a jewel that powered her body. I did things to it with my lips, tongue, and even my teeth.

 

She was vocal and squirmed vigorously each time she came. Her hips bucked hard back at my face, at times bruising my lips. She flooded wetness that covered my face, her legs, even dampened the sheets. About the third or fourth orgasm, she discovered holding my face to her vulva by the hair as she came. I escaped suffocation during her last orgasm by being out of reach because my tongue was pushing into her vagina where it stayed to lap up her juices.

 

I stopped because she begged me, but her begging was not to stop. Her face had tracks of weary tears, her body was limp, her chest heaving, and her sex gaping. She begged, “Fuck me, Darling.”

 

There’s no way I can… What the fuck? How can my hard cock be sliding into her heavenly body? If it falls off in her, then what will I do?