Hello,
About 6 months ago my husband and I started some serious talk about me with other men. I never had any thoughts or desires about that so when he brought it up it took me by surprise. I resisted at first but eventually started getting into it until finally I 'wanted' it. After lots more talk we made it happen. We found someone online and we met. It was like a first date and my husband wanted me to write this in for his pleasure and to relive it in some way so here we go:
Andy is the first new man I've seen romantically since being married, and I found myself thinking more and more of that. As the week went by and me waiting for the date, I found myself thinking of strange cock, and what it would feel like, how I have always enjoyed hubby's but nobody else's. I'm not the type who pays a lot of attention to checking out a guy's pants, since I've always figured "it ain't the meat, it's the motion" and unless the guy was microscopically hung, I could help him with the motion if necessary, and have plenty of fun. So I had no clue what Andy had, and spent a lot of time wondering; is it thick? (love thick) ;how long is he, small, just right or too long (usually over 6-7" hurts).
I was really excited all day thinking about that night. He wasn't picking me up until almost 9, and I finally decided to check out my messages. There were a couple of replys there for me, I was flattered but didn't have time to start replying. I did go on chat, and had a couple of guys who came for me, as I sent them my pics and talked nasty to them. I thanked them for helping me get ready for my date.
I showered, and got dressed, putting on a black dress with silver threading in it with a black lace shawl, no bra, black satiny bikinis, dark thigh highs and black toeless heels. I did my hair and makeup, glued on some nails and painted my toenails. Standing in front of the mirror, I realized my nipples and panties could be seen through the dress and thought of changing, but decided I could tolerate being self-conscious about that.
Andy picked me up right on time, and we made the trip to a nice Italian restaurant about a half hour away. We chatted in the car about reading, kids, etc. The restaurant was cozy, and we sat down and ordered dinner. We made more small talk, and dinner arrived.
I started looking at his hands; he has big hands, calloused from his construction job, and thick fingers. I started thinking about whether they'd be soft, or would they feel rough on my skin. mmmmmmm. He was talking to me about something, but I wasn't really paying attention, thinking about his hands on my tits, on my clit, grabbing my hips as he fucked me, those thick fingers inside me, massaging my g-spot. My nipples got hard, and my pussy got even wetter than it had been.
We were only halfway through dinner when I told him I wanted to go home. He was surprised, and asked if I felt sick, or if he'd said something wrong. I said, "Nothing's wrong, I just want to go home, and I want you to come with me." I think he knew at this point that he was probably going to get lucky, but he didn't have a clue about what kind of girl I am. He flagged down our waitress and asked for the check. She thought there was something wrong too, but Andy told her everything was fine, we just had to go. She might have known what was up, because when she looked at me, she flashed me a smile.
Andy put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him as we walked to his car, and I laid my head on his shoulder. I was starting to get the hang of dating again, and it was exciting. He opened the door to let me in the car, and after walking around and getting in himself, we started home.
The tension was thick, and I decided to break the ice by talking about posting pictures online, how much I like doing it, and about the two guys on chat earlier that evening. He listened quietly, and I think he was trying to decide whether I was for real. I watched the bulge in the front of his pleated Dockers grow, and I reached over and started to rub his cock through his pants. He was hard as rock, and I could feel him jump everytime I stroked it.
"Keep driving", I told him as I started to unfasten his belt. I unbuttoned his slacks, and lowered his zipper and rubbed him again, now only through the fabric of his boxers. I grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and pulled it slowly down. I moaned as his cock came into my view. His cock was beautiful, circumcised, about 6" long and a very nice thickness. Mmmmmm, thinking of this now has me wet again. Holding his stiffness at the base, I leaned across the seats and lowered my head into his lap. I remember thinking this was the perfect cock for me to suck as I took it into my mouth, slowly circling my tongue around the head. Since I've been 16 I've loved doing this for some reason, sucking a guy off while we're riding in the car.
I licked the shaft with my hot wet tongue, leaving a trail of saliva behind to lubricate him. Concentrating on licking and sucking the head of his cock, I begain to firmly stroke him in my hand, then took him as deep as I could, since this is kind of an awkward position. Stroking him again, I could feel him stiffen further, and increased the speed of my strokes and sucking harder on the head. I wanted him to cum then, and told him so but he said, "No, not yet. Not here." I didn't give up though, and my head was still in his lap as we pulled into my driveway.
We were no sooner in the house when I turned to him and hugged him, pressing my body against him. He kissed me, and my tongue immediately found his, and I moaned into his mouth as his hands found my ass and I pressed my mound against him. I could feel his cock pressing back against me through the thin fabric of his pants and the thinner material of my dress. My pussy was sooo wet, I thought at any minute now I'd feel trails of my juice running down my thighs. I rubbed his cock through his pants as he started to hike up the hem of my dress, and I put my left foot up on one of the kitchen chairs to give him open access to my steaming crotch. With no preliminaries he pushed aside the crotch of my drenched panties and thrust two fingers deep into me, instantly bringing me to my first orgasm of the night, my first with a strange man in many years. It wasn't a terribly big cum, but it did leave me trembling and hanging from his shoulders, wanting much much more. I think he was starting to get an idea of what kind of girl I am.
I put both feet back on the floor and let the hem of my dress fall back down my thighs. Looking him in the eye, I took his left hand and pressed it against my right breast, again giving his cock a squeeze through his pants. Removing his hand from my tit, he was squeezing and pinching my stiff nipple through the dress, I led him to a chair in the living room and pushed him into it. He was breathing hard, and I spent a few seconds looking at him, those huge hands resting on the arm of the chair, the rise and fall of his chest. Standing before him, I thought of stripping for him, but decided to wait. I think giving a blow job while fully dressed is sexy, slutty yet conservative all at once, and I did want to taste him, to feel him shooting off in my mouth. I wasn't going to take no for an answer, not this time.
I knelt on the floor in front of him and reached up to once again undo the waist and zipper of his pants. Grabbing his pants and boxers by the waistband, I slid them down to his calves as he raised his hips to assist me. I gazed longingly at his hard cock, his precum from our session in the kitchen drying on the head as he kicked off his shoes and finished removing his slacks and underpants. I leaned forward, my lips a fraction of an inch away from his throbbing manhood, letting my hot moist breath wash over him. My hands on his hips, I darted my tongue out to lick the head, to taste his precum. He was very salty and really quite bitter, but I didn't mind as it's more the sexy thought of what I'm doing that I enjoy, not so much the taste. I've had guys who did taste very good, nutty and even sweet, my ex was one, but that's more a bonus for me.
His cock twitched each time my hot tongue made contact, making it difficult to keep my tongue on him without my hands to guide him. I stopped briefly, blowing cool air on the moistened tip of his cock, then captured it between my lips, sucking him into my mouth and massaging the underside of the crown with my tongue. His hips began to thrust slightly, and I reached for his hands and placed them on the back of my head, his fingers entwined in my hair. I wanted him to guide me, control me, to fuck my mouth, to use me for his pleasure. He began to thrust deeper into my mouth and in answer to what I know he was wondering, I pushed my head forward hard, taking his pulsing shaft fully into my mouth, my lips in his pubic hair and the head of him squeezed into my tight throat. Now he knew the answer, use me as hard and deep as you like, I'll take it all.
He was soon thrusting into me harder, his hands holding my head tightly as he pushed into my throat, over and over. I still hadn't held his cock in my hands, giving him a hands-free bj, but I did take his swollen balls in my left hand, gently massaging them as my right hand reached below me, into my panties to stroke my dripping cunt and frig my throbbing clit. My nipples were harder than they'd been all evening and, as if he could read my mind, he let go of my head with his right hand and reached into the neck of my dress, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, first one, then the other. Ohhhhh, I was so fucking hot now, my saliva soaking his cock and dripping from my chin onto his balls cradled in my hand.
I felt him grow larger and harder than ever, swelling in my mouth, and knew it was time. I increased the pressure of my fingers on my clit, and pushed forward, again taking him fully into my tight throat and holding him there, swallowing against the head of his cock. His hips came off the chair and he groaned loudly and I felt the first shot of his cum gush into my throat. He was pulling my hair, trying to force himself deeper into my throat, as if that were possible. The ministrations of my fingers on my clit, and the heat of the moment took me over and I started to cum hard, moaning my pleasure into his pubic hair as he shot off in my mouth, his cock throbbing and pulsing his cream directly down my throat. Like eating oysters, I never had to swallow, just let it slide down my throat, into my belly.
As his pulsing began to slow, I slowly started to pull my head back, sucking him hard the whole way, wanting to drain every drop of cum from him. As he withdrew from my throat, I could again taste him, bitter on my tongue. That's another benefit of having a guy shoot in my throat like that, if he's bitter tasting, I can't actually taste it, since all the taste buds are located on the tongue. As I reached the head, I sucked and licked him hard and he nearly screamed, his hips again jumping off the chair. I know lots of men who get very sensitive around the head after cumming, as my own clit does. The pleasure of having it stimulated at that time is so intense, it's almost painful.
Taking him from my mouth, I kissed the head of his softening cock and smiled at him, then stood up. Andy remained sitting in the chair, actually I don't think he could have stood yet, so drained he seemed. He smiled subtly as I stood before him. I reached behind me and lowered the zipper on my dress, shrugging it off my shoulders as it dropped into a pile on the floor. I stood there, in nothing but my black panties and thigh highs, and of course the black heels, my chin and lips still shiny from the wetness of the blow job, my nipples stiff and erect. The crotch of my panties was soaked through, and I could feel my juice trickling, cooling on my smooth inner thighs, before getting caught up in the tops of my stockings. I think he now knew what kind of girl I am.
Soon Andy got up out of the chair and stepped toward me, his hands reaching to my breasts, gently tugging on my nipples, his partially soft cock hanging heavily between his legs. I turned and took his hand and walked toward my bedroom. It was cool here Wednesday night, and the house was chilly which kept my nipples in their aroused state. As we passed through the door into my bedroom, I stopped him, leaving him standing in the doorway as I walked to the bed and crawled on. I turned and lay on my back, pulling a pillow under my head, my knees up and spread wide as I pulled the crotch of the panties aside, exposing my smooth cunt to his sight for the first time, letting him see my wetness and excitement, raising my hips so he could see my tight little asshole as well. I slowly ran a finger from my asshole up through my wet slit and on to my clit, which I began rubbing in circles, moaning softly. As I masturbated for him, I saw his cock beginning to grow hard again, and lifted my legs higher so I could reach around to my pussy with my other hand. I began fucking two fingers into my clenching cunt, increasing the speed and pressure of the fingers on my clit. I closed my eyes as my head began to roll from side to side, building myself toward a huge climax. I imagined him there watching me fuck myself, his cock growing harder and harder, wanting to come to me and to slide his cock into my hot, wet cunt. This thought sent me over the edge, and I convulsed into a screaming orgasm, my pussy gushing my juice all over my hand and onto the bedspread as my other hand continued furiously rubbing my clit, strengthening and extending the explosions taking place in my clenching cunt. Slowly coming down from my orgasm, my hips and thighs still shuddering with the aftereffects, I opened my eyes. Sure enough, there was Andy, still in the doorway, now completely naked, his cock fully erect and reaching for his belly button. I licked the wetness off my fingers, checking my taste, and motioned him to come to me, my legs still spread wide.
As he stepped toward the bed, I pulled my pussy open, exposing my wet pink core and extended clit lewdly. Looking into his eyes, I told him he'd get what he wanted soon enough, but now it was my turn. He replied that all he wanted at this moment was to taste my beautiful wet snatch and feel me cumming under the attack of his tongue. I love it when a guy talks dirty to me, and I gently grazed a finger over my sensitive nub, causing my hips to buck in the air, waving my pussy at him in an open invitation. He reached for my pussy and I moaned, thinking he was going to jam his fingers into me again, but he instead hooked his finger into the crotch of my panties to pull them off. To be honest, I'd hoped he'd tear them off me, but I raised my hips to allow him to pull them down my legs and over my heels. He dropped them on the floor beside the bed, then lay on the bed between my outstretched thighs, and lowered his face close to my open cunt, now flowing a steady stream of juice over my puckered asshole and onto the bedspread. Now it was I who could feel the heat of his breath on my sex and I closed my eyes, waiting to feel the first delicious touch of his lips and tongue on me. My hips began to thrust in anticipation, seeking his tongue on me, attempting to force his face to my cunt.
Reaching his hands under my raised and spread thighs, he held my hips firmly, pinning them to the bed as he at last placed his tongue against the bottom of my wet slit and slowly, wetly licked his way to my clit. He moaned, and told me my taste was magnificent before pressing his tongue directly against my tingling clit and starting to slowly lick it. I reached down and again spread the lips of my pussy, directly exposing my erect clit to the wet licks of his tongue. Andy placed his lips over my button and sucked it between them, licking it firmly as I immediately rocketed into another hard orgasm. Using his hands on my hips, he pulled me hard against his face, determined to maintain his stimulation of my clit even as my hips wildly thrashed in the air. He was successful in holding himself against my pussy, now flowing my juices onto his face. My orgasm was massive and seemed neverending and I was screaming, moaning, grunting random sounds, as my neck arched against the pillow and my hands clenched the bedspread.
Gradually the quaking in my pussy ebbed, my hips lowered back onto the bed and I released the bedspread from my grip. Andy was gently licking my engorged lips, avoiding direct contact with my overstimulated clit. I pushed his face away from me, and smiled as I saw my wetness covering the area around his mouth, dripping from his chin. "I haven't cum that hard in a couple of months", I told him, adding "Now I want to feel your cock in me." "You taste delicious," he replied, "and I never got to finish my dinner, or have dessert.", and he lowered his face back to my seething cunt.
I love a guy who actually enjoys giving head. Some guys are good at it, and some aren't, and often it feels like a chore, like they're only doing it because they "owe me". The guys who enjoy it though, those are the ones who are great. To me, enthusiasm beats out any level of "talent".
I closed my eyes again as he started licking up the juices covering my ass and pussy, paying special attention to that sensitive area just below my cunt. He placed his tongue in me and began licking out the wetness, then added his fingers in an attempt to draw out more of my juice. Considering this was only our first time together, he was remarkably adept at reading my body, determining what felt good for me and stimulated me most. The only thing I could have asked was for him to play with my sensitive ass, which sets me to cumming instantly, but I smiled and thought I'd wait to let him discover this on his own another time.
He lifted his face from my pussy and watched me as he began to pump me with his fingers. My nipples were stiff and sensitive and I reached for my tits and pinched and pulled them. He started pumping his fingers into me faster and harder, and I raised my legs even higher, hooking my hands behind my knees to pull them against my shoulders, opening myself completely to him. Ohhhhh, he knew exactly what he was doing as he hooked his fingers slightly and found my g-spot, bringing me rapidly toward another mindblowing orgasm. I begged him to lick my clit again, and he lowered his face back to my cunt, his tongue making broad, firm contact with my twitching clit. I screamed that I was cumming again as my cunt exploded, stronger than the last, the stimulation of my g-spot causing me to ejaculate, my pussy gushing and squirting the hot liquid, covering his face and chest. My convulsing cunt squeezed and clenched at his fingers and his assault on my pussy and clit continued, and I began screaming, the motions of my body completely out of my control, my mind focused only on cumming, all other thought forced aside by the intensity of the feeling coming from my cunt. My orgasm began to lessen, but he kept up his stimulation and within seconds I was cumming again, now with my hands in his hair, pulling him into me as my heaving hips ground him into me, rubbing my clit all over his face, smearing him with my moisture.
My orgasm again receded, and I released his head, pushing him away from my steamy cunt. His fingers were still in me and I begged him to stop, telling him I needed to rest. My thighs were covered in my cum and my body was drained, and I lay there still spread open, my body shaking uncontrollably. I felt lightheaded and for a few seconds I was sure I was going to pass out, but managed to roll onto my side, bringing my body back into communication with my brain. Slowly I rolled again and got up into a sitting position, Andy pushing himself up to a kneeling position at the edge of the bed, licking my cum off his lips. We both looked at the light, flowery bedspread which was completely soaked in a two foot circle where we had been and I made a mental note to get it into the wash as soon as I could before the stain could set. Looking back at one another, we both started to laugh.
With my right hand I spread my cunt open for him, while my left busied itself with my tits and nipples as I stared intently at his cock, still at full erection and drooling precum down the thick shaft. "Right now though, it's your turn again. I want you to fuck me, I want to feel your cock in me."
"I don't know how long I'll be able to last", he informed me. "After what you just did to me, you won't have to last long at all", I said as I smiled and stretched out my arms to him.
Andy shuffled his way across the bed until he was kneeling between my legs, his tremendous cock jutting out over my belly. I reached for his shaft and gave it a firm squeeze, finding him incredibly hard. I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him to me, kissing him hot and wet, my tongue finding his. I could smell and taste myself on his face, and I began to eagerly lick his lips and chin, moaning as I continued to slowly stroke his cock. Tasting myself on a man's face, or on his cock, is just kinky and slutty enough to really get my blood flowing, the only thing better is to taste our combined juices as his cock goes soft in my mouth.
I guided his cock to my pussy, rubbing the head between my swollen lips and over my clit, masturbating myself with his prick as if it were my vibrator, before lowering it to the opening of my wet cunt. I released him, the head just inside my lips, and reached further back to gently tug his sac, urging him into me. I moaned as I felt him enter me, slowly and steadily pushing his hard cock into my hungry twat, at the same time hearing him moan as he felt himself being enveloped in my hot, wet cunt.
Once he had penetrated me fully, the head of his cock buried deep in my cunt, he slowly withdrew and pushed himself back in, his cock now coated in my wetness. "I've wanted to make love to you since I first saw you.", he whispered to me. "We can make love later Andy, this time I want you to fuck me", I hissed, as I pushed back on his manly chest so I could put my legs on his shoulders before pulling him to me again, my feet nearly touching the bed over my head and his cock again deeply buried in me. I held his hips as he again pulled back, guiding him to the tempo I needed, hard and fast. After a couple of minutes of pumping me, his pelvis slamming into my clit with each thrust and his balls slapping wetly on my ass, he had me once again on the verge of cumming. He lunged deep into me again, holding his cock there this time and I could feel his pubic hair against my shaved pussy as I mashed my clit against him, desperate to cum. He quickly pulled his throbbing cock completely out, saying he didn't want to cum yet, but that if I kept that up he was going to. I took my legs off his shoulders, spreading them wide and hooking them around his arms, whining that I wanted him to fuck me until I came. Several more times the same thing happened, him fucking me hard until I was ready to cum, then suddenly withdrawing in an effort to hold off his own climax, leaving me right on the edge each time, as I first demanded then begged him to make me cum.
Finally he withdrew and pulled back, then nearly dove between my legs, spreading my cunt open with both hands then mashing his face into me, licking my clit roughly. I instantly exploded in a massive orgasm, my hands again in his hair trying to force his whole face into my gaping pussy, my hips heaving off the bed as I ground my clit against his tongue and lips and chin.
I was still experiencing the remnants of my last orgasm when Andy again positioned himself between my legs and held my legs open with his hands, pushing my knees high and wide and slammed his cock back into me, the beautiful prick this time finding it's own way into my depths. He entered me completely with that first powerful thrust, then commenced with giving me the fucking I'd been wanting, hard and fast, my little titties jiggling with each thrust. Andy must have found some stamina when he'd gone down on me , and he adjusted his angle of penetration until the head of his perfectly curved cock was brushing over my g-spot with each thrust, quickly pushing me on to my next orgasm, which was promising to be huge. With the last coherent thoughts I would have in the next several minutes, I wondered if I'd actually been so lucky to find such a skilled lover my first time out, or if it was he who was lucky rather than skilled. Maybe this was just the result of pent-up hornyness. I next realized that he wasn't wearing a condom, that he fully intended to fill me with his cum. Risk of pregnancy wasn't my worry since I'd had my tubes tied several years ago, but I do realize there is more than that one reason for using rubbers yet in all the thoughts I'd had over the past days about getting laid, I'd never thought to demand this protection. I quickly decided that I wasn't going to stop now, not when I was soooo close to finally cumming on his cock. Besides, I wanted to savor every inch of this delicious fuck and trembled as I thought about feeling his cream flowing into me.
I spread my arms out at my sides, raising my hips to meet his thrusts but otherwise passively letting him fuck me, to use my body, my cunt as a tool to bring himself pleasure. I moaned loudly as he increased the force of his thrusts more still at my urging, now sliding me and inch or two up the bed with each entry, and I began grunting under the power of his cock, my hands again gripping the bedspread. I lifted my head and looked past my distended nipples to where we were joined. The scent of our fucking was powerful, and his cock glistened each time he withdrew, thickly coated in the juices boiling inside me. The smell, sight and the feeling of his cock filling me over and over finally combined to bring me over the top, my body convulsing into an incredibly powerful orgasm, my hands gripping and releasing then gripping again the bedspread beneath me. My cunt exploded in hot juices, gushing and flowing over his hard cock deep inside me as my pussy gripped his tool. This proved to be the end of Andy's stamina and as my hips heaved to meet his cock and draw him deeper into my churning cunt, he pushed hard against me and began a long, drawn out groan. My orgasm intensified even more and I began screaming and grunting as I felt his cock begin to unload inside me, the rigid shaft pulsing and jumping as he jetted his thick cream into me. I could see the intensity of his orgasm on his face, his body tense and rigid as he pounded his shooting cock into me, both of us moaning and grunting.
As our orgasms slowly subsided, he lowered himself onto me gently, his chest pressing against my breasts and kissed me deeply, our tongues playing. I felt him growing soft inside me, then felt a large glob of cum flow out of me and down my ass as his deflated cock fell out of my drenched and stretched cunt. He rolled off and lay on his back next to me, and I rolled to lay my head on his chest, hearing his heart still beating hard and feeling his chest rise and fall, still catching his breath. His hands lightly smoothed my hair and the scent of sex was powerful, the combined smell of his cum and mine drifting up to me from his flaccid cock. His drained tool lay on his abdomen, iced in our passion, and I licked a finger then ran it up the length of him, bringing it back to my mouth so I could taste it. Mmmmm, as I've said it's more the sexiness of the act that I savor than the taste of cum. Andy didn't taste particularly good, but I felt a faint tingling in my pussy as I thought of what I wanted to do. I slowly moved my head toward his groin, my hair lightly brushing over his belly. As I reached his satisfied cock, I began to lick the thick coating of our cum off him, then sucked him into my mouth, his cock soft and pliable as my tongue pushed it around in my mouth. I thought of how slutty this was and the tingling in my pussy began to intensify as I licked and sucked the last traces of our hot fuck from him. He reached for my hip and guided me to slide my ass up the bed to where his fingers could have access to my abused cunt, still swollen and engorged from the hard fuck he'd just given me. His fingers dipped into me and smeared the hot fluid over my crotch, lightly brushing over my clit. I began a low moan around his cock as he fingered me, his cock now beginning to swell slightly between my lips. The action of his fingers on me intensified, and he then began to focus his attentions on my clit. I came quickly, almost instinctively pressing my lips into his pubic hair, my moans muffled by him. He was swelling more rapidly now and I pressed my lips and teeth against the base of him, then circling my fingers tightly around the root of his cock, as my lips worked slightly higher, massaging him to encourage the flow of blood to his shaft. He wasn't as hard as he'd been before, but hard enough and I began stroking him in my hand to keep him rigid as I turned my head, looking up at him and smiling. "I can't believe you got me hard again", he said, "and I don't know if I can cum again, but I do want to fuck you some more."
I whimpered and quickly rolled to my knees, resting on my elbows as I waved my ass at him in invitation, lowering my head to look back at him. He smiled as he got to his knees and positioned himself behind me. Feeling him place the head of his cock at the entrance of my hot cunt, I groaned as I pushed back, hard, sheathing him inside me in one thrust. He remained motionless as I fucked myself on him, rocking forward and back, impaling myself on him again and again. He reached under me and grabbed my nipples, pinching and pulling them hard as he took over, now fucking himself into me. I begged him to grab my hips and fuck me hard, which he soon did and I began to cum, screaming at him to fuck me harder.
His thrusts intensified in speed and force, my body lunging forward under the power of each penetration. He picked up the speed of his thrusts even more, his hands grabbing my fleshy hips, pulling me back and forth on his pounding cock, and I was cumming, cumming constantly now, one orgasm rolling into the next, my juices flowing down my thighs and covering his balls as they slapped hard against my clit and my cunt convulsing on his tool. I was screaming, my tits pressed against the bed and my face buried in a pillow as he continued his assault on my pussy, still cumming as my body and mind surrendered to the feelings coming from my hot cunt. I heard Andy say he was going to cum again, and yelled at him not to cum yet, pulling my seething cunt off it's invader and swiftly rolling onto my back beneath him, telling him I wanted him to cum on me, to feel his cum on my tits and nipples.
He knelt over me, straddling my belly and began to masturbate himself, as I fingered my throbbing clit. I reached up with my free hand and pushed his hand aside, talking dirty to him, telling him I wanted to jerk his cum onto me, that I wanted to feel his hot cream splashing on my stiff nipples, as I stroked his hard shaft quickly with my right hand, my left rubbing my clit firm and fast. I looked into his eyes and begged him to cum for me and his head rolled back and he groaned loudly and I watched as the cum began to jet from his cock, the force of the first two shots overshooting my tits to land on my face and in my hair. Seeing a guy cum right in front of me really gets me off and I began yet another orgasm, my fingers rubbing hard on my clit. I lowered his cock slightly as he continued to shoot, aiming him directly at my tits, urging him to cover me, feeling his hot cum landing on my chest, feeling his cock pumping in my hand. The force of his squirts became less and less with each stroke, until the cum was finally drooling from him to drip onto my tits. Mmmmmm, I smiled up at him, a line of sperm up my cheek and over my forehead, continuing into my dark hair. Andy collapsed on the bed beside me silently and we lay there together resting, After a few minutes I rolled onto my elbow and smiled at him, his cum still on my face and cooling on my still stiff nipples, rolling over my tits with my change in position. "So much for not being able to cum again!", I said with a smile. "I'm going to go clean up in the shower", I told him, "but you're welcome to join me", and I crawled off the bed.
My knees were shaky as I stood and Andy told me he really did have to get going. "Your choice", I said and asked him to call me as I turned, stopping to spread my ass and shake my dripping pussy at him. I ran a shower and cleaned up quickly and got out, wrapped in a towel as I walked back to my bedroom. Andy was gone and I pulled the bedspread from the king size bed. It had three large wet spots, one from where he'd gone down on me and the other two from our joinings, as well as a number of other smaller spots. I dragged it to the laundry, now naked as the towel had fallen off, and put it in the washer, then walked back to the bedroom and climbed under the cool sheets. I fell asleep quickly, replaying the events of the night in my head.
Love you hon. Hope you liked this and that many men reading do too.
Audry
