Pt 1 is here :)
At this point I had received what was undoubtedly the best blowjob I had had in my life. In hindsight, and after receiving a few more, I realized that it wasn't because she already knew exactly what I wanted, it was that she paid attention and did whatever my hands interlaced in her hair said within the limits of her gag reflex. She learned quickly, was enthusiastic and loved the taste of cum. This was a magic combination, to say I was surprised to learn this after my first impression of her being bound up tighter than the textbooks she was so fond of would be an understatement.
At this point I was naked from the waist down. She was curled up in my lap, still wearing her little sundress. The skirt was open so her bare thighs were against mine.
This got me hard again almost immediately (good boy!), but I wasn't going to do anything with it quite yet. Instead, I kept rubbing her back and watching the sun set. Post-orgasm, I was regaining faculties of rational thought faster and faster and resisted the need to throw her over my shoulder and drag her off to my dungeon caveman style. So I did nothing, and instead developed a plan.
Eventually she started to kiss below my ear and rub my chest. Her hand dropped lower, and I was getting hard again. I couldn't have that, so I shifted her in my lap so it wasn't pressing up between her thighs.
She stopped, and after a few seconds asked, "What's the matter?"
My poker face could use some work – as could my poker dick. I let go a smile, but killed it as quickly as possible and said, "What do you mean?"
She didn't say anything, instead just glanced down, pressed her body into mine and shifted around on my lap so her back was against me, grinding her hips into my lap. I felt the fabric of her soaked bottoms against the head of my cock.
I'm pretty sure my cock grew two inches at this moment in time, but I disguised my reaction by grabbing her hair and pulling it down, tilting her head back.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I put as much accusation in my voice as I could, and held her like that.
She made a small, moaning noise. I pulled a little harder, and told her to answer me.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" I pulled her hair a little harder.
"Yes sir."
"Well that's a good first step I suppose, admitting you have a problem." I relaxed the pressure on her hair a bit. "And what is it exactly you want me to do to you?"
I could hear her smile in the noise she made, and instead of answering, she reached down and dug her fingernails into my sides, grinding her butt back and forth against my lap. My cock felt like it grew another inch. I reached over to trap both of her arms against me with my free hand, and pulled her hair harder until she stopped, and sat up a little straighter to take my cock away from her soaked panties. I was so hard it hurt.
I held her like this for a second, then asked her, "I don't like to repeat myself. What is it, exactly, you need from me?"
She squirmed a little bit, and I hadn't noticed up to this point how hard she was breathing.
I’ll remember what she said next… Especially the tone, for the rest of my life. “I’m ready… Please…”
I tried not to chuckle. Like I said, bad poker face. Then I remembered. I pulled her hair and her arms back harder. “You really want me to ask a third time?”
She squirmed more, and eventually said, under her breath so I could hardly hear it, “I want you to fuck me, sir.”
“What was that?”
More squirming, and in a more normal voice, “I want you to fuck me sir.”
“Mmm, nope, still can’t hear you.”
“I want you to FUCK me, SIR!”
I laughed silently, but I’m pretty sure she could feel it. I was still pulling on her hair and her arms behind her, so I slowly relaxed, and ran both hands down the sides of her body.
“Say it to me in French.”
She did. Hot.
She turned completely around in my lap, then, and straddled me, pressing my cock against my stomach with her hot, soaked, bikini bottom. She leaned in to kiss me, but I grabbed her around the throat before she could. Never let the enemy dictate the tempo of your operations.
I leaned in to kiss her instead, much more slowly and deliberately than it looked like she had intended to. I pushed her further back, and eventually got to my knees and pushed her all the way down on the couch.
Her hands immediately went to the sides of my head, running her fingers through my hair, pulling it as she kissed me. She shifted beneath me, and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in. She shifted again and the head of my cock bounced off the fabric of her bottoms, right over where it was the hottest and the wettest. Her hands disappeared, but I grabbed them before she could get her bottoms off, and forced them behind her back. I leaned back. She looked amazing with the skirt of her dress folded up around her waist, and with her hands behind her, her back was arched, her perfect, perky handfuls of breasts straining towards the sky. On a whim, I leaned down and found a nipple with my mouth through the fabric of her dress and her bikini top. Even through the fabric she gasped when I nipped it, and arched her back even more.
I leaned back and let go of her arms. I touched her knees, and ran both hands down the insides of her thighs. I think she might have liked that.
With the utmost of care, I plucked the knots on the sides of her bikini bottoms and reached behind her, groping her ass as much as possible as I peeled her out of them.
I took a second to admire my handiwork. She was as wet as I’ve ever seen anyone, orgasm or no. Even the insides of her thighs had a sheen to them. She had a small tuft of hair about the size of a quarter above her clit, and none anywhere else.
At this point she made a move to grab my cock, which was hovering somewhere in the vicinity of her entrance, and I had to slap her hand away. I think at this point, even just the feeling of air on her vagina was driving her crazy.
I reached down, and with my thumb, as lightly as I could, I gently parted her lips from the bottom to the top. She spasmed when I hit her clit, but it was over as soon as it started. I went to do it again and she bucked her hips to try to get it inside.
“Bad, bad girl,” I said as I pressed my other hand into her stomach, forcing her down onto the couch. She made a disappointed noise.
I replaced my thumb with my first two fingers. Gently teasing, up and down, until I started to slowly push them in. Just a little bit at first. God damn she was tight. Then more and more. I kept this up for a little while and wouldn’t let her cum. Every time she started to tense up and her head rolled back, I’d pull my hand away and stroke my cock.
Her face was flushed and she was biting her lip. It was adorable. I waited until she was looking at me, then tasted her on my fingers and smiled.
I replaced my fingers with my cock. She took a deep breath and ran her hands up my chest, as if getting ready.
But, not yet… All I did was tease her, up and down. She was shaking a little, and kept making these small noises in her throat that I thought were the most adorable things ever.
Finally, I pushed just the tip in. She gasped, and I felt her fingernails dig into my sides. I pulled it out, then did it again, and again. As I watched her she kept looking down to my cock, then up to me, and back.
I saw her look down to my cock, and I leaned forward, pushing the whole length into her with one firm, deliberate stroke, feeling every inch on the way in. Even with how wet she was, there was still a surprising amount of resistance.
She came, and she did so loudly. I could feel it build in her as soon as I had buried myself all the way to the hilt. She let go of a long, loud moan. I took my hand away from her stomach, reached up, and clamped one around her mouth and the other one back in her hair, pulling her head back, and dove in to kiss and bite at her neck. Her heels dug into my ass, and as her whole body shook and tensed with her orgasm I fucked her as deeply, deliberately and thoroughly as I could. I dug my fingernails into her side and gave her stroke after stroke, drawing out her orgasm by maintaining a constant, steady pace of plowing my cock as deeply inside of her as I could.
She was almost screaming into my hand now, and every time her full body contractions would seem to start to slow down, twice in a row she started back up again seemingly from new. I kept fucking her through this, deep and deliberate. She was shaking in earnest now.
If she hadn’t just blew me so thoroughly and swallowed my cum, that would have been it for me too. Eventually she came down, and I slowed down with her, taking my hands from her mouth and her side. I gave her a few more strokes, but not too many, and not as deep. I pulled all the way out of her and rested my still hard, soaked cock on her stomach.
She looked exhausted. Her face was red, she was breathing like she just ran ten miles, her long, dark hair was all fucked up. She laughed. I’ll never see a woman look hotter than in moments like these, because it was also obvious she hadn’t gotten enough.
Everything got a little slower and more intimate after that. I got her out of the dress and explored more of her smooth, warm skin. Her nipples were small and just a few shades darker than her skin, also extremely sensitive – she gasped and twitched when I gave them little love bites. I explored her stomach, her toned thighs, behind her knees, her calves, her feet…
I got her worked back up almost to her previous state, and finally tasted her in earnest. After cleaning up all of her excess juices on her thighs, I kissed, licked and teased her before plunging two fingers inside her again, this time working over her clit with my tongue. It didn’t take long to bring her to two more orgasms right in a row – she bucked so hard she lifted her hips off the couch.
I kissed her again, letting her taste herself on my lips. After a second, I stood up off the couch, and pulled her up so she was seated in front of me. She took my cock in her mouth again, and seemed to savor the taste of herself still lingering there. It was quite a sight. I started slowly and firmly fucking her mouth, both of my hands in her hair, until I picked her up and brought her to this awesome little table made of iron and wood that was one of the first things I ever noticed on the balcony.
It was at just the right height, so I set her down on it, pushed her back, and lifted her legs up. After making sure she was ready to go – yep, still sopping wet – I started fucking her for the second time, with a bit more variety in tempo. I switched it up a couple times, bending her over the table, then I bent her over the high side of the folding couch, which was more fun because she herself was folded almost in half. I grabbed both sides of her ass and just went to town. Her moans were muffled by the cushions. As were the screams when I spanked her.
Eventually we made it back on to the couch proper. She pushed me down this time, lowering herself onto my cock. She put her hands on my shoulders, and I played with her nipples, grabbed her ass, stroked her stomach, her sides and her thighs until she coaxed herself to one last shuddering orgasm, finally collapsing against me.
Her hair was enough to completely block out the rest of the world. That was nice, her body laying against mine, her breathing steadily slowing down. I reached around and massaged her back. She was spent. My cock however was still rock hard and buried deep inside her.
What do you do with a woman, who is putty in your arms, freshly fucked and exhausted, you ask? Well, you cum all over her of course. My first orgasm, while intense, was pretty abrupt. I don’t know how long we fucked for the second time, but the sun had long since set and it was enough for me to edge myself a few dozen times.
I gently turned her over on her back, staying inside of her, and placed the heels of both her feet all the way up by my shoulders, folding her in half again, almost completely this time. I’ve always got the best leverage in this position, and if I had a favorite it might be it.
I could pretty much cum at will at this point, so it only took a few more strokes going deeper than I had all night before pulling out and covering her almost to her neck.
I took a second to admire my handiwork. At some point her makeup had started running, but I can't carry full responsibility for the facefucking getting out of control. Her hair was in complete disarray. Her lean swimmer's body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her cum had leaked down to her knees and left several dark spots on the couch, and my cum was all over her stomach and up on one of her boobs. She noticed me staring, smiled and scooped some of it up with a finger and tasted it. I watched this with awe, shaking my head.
“You know I’m gonna have to fire you right?”
She giggled, and I eased my cock back inside her and fucked her slow until it got soft. We stayed like that for a little while until I carried her inside to share a bath.
It was a good summer, but the joke was that she was leaving for grad school at the end of break anyway. I’ve had some interesting relationships, before her and even in the couple months since, but she was definitely the best.
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Incredible story and excellent writing! Thanks for sharing!
Great story and very erotic.
Excellent sequel!