And now back to your regularly scheduled program…Sort of. [m+f]

If you want the backstory to this episode check my post history but buckle up first, it’s a long and bumpy ride…

When we last spoke Wally World was still closed for renovations. There were a few sympathy blowjobs – I call them that but really they were her way of taking out her sexual frustrations on me mostly. She would tease and torture me, ruin a lot of my orgasms, try to peg me, and just generally assert all the power over me that she could in the moment – all in good fun of course. Furthermore, anal is pretty much out of the question. We’ve tried anal in the past and neither of us really care for it. To me it puts pressure on my unit in all the wrong places and doesn’t feel all that good and she doesn’t really get off on it either other than enjoying the naughty or taboo aspect of it so we really don’t engage in it at all.

Additionally, there still really was no way for me to reciprocate since she really only gets her itch scratched through some good old fashioned hardcore cowgirl, which was still quite off the table. I tried lots of things in the mean time. I tried to stimulate her nipples until she had an orgasm but that mostly just frustrated her into a frenzy and that just seemed cruel. I tried to give her oral but she wasn’t quite mentally ready for that yet. I encouraged her to use the magic wand – with or without me – but she couldn’t usually relax enough to enjoy the idea of it. I gave her a lot of foot rubs and back rubs. During one such encounter she lay on the bed half clothed as I rubbed her down with one of those massage bars. I don’t know what in the Carl Marx those are made of but they’re solid at room temperature and fryer oil at body temperature – I mean slippery as all fuck. So as I rubbed her down with that sandalwood scented gear oil I did what I would normally do, push her limits. I started by slowly working my way under her tank top “hun, this is in the way” usually her reaction speaks volumes – either she snaps at me to stay on task or she’ll encourage me to take her top off. She seemed indifferent at this juncture so I just worked around it for now. Next I worked her lower back and ass cheeks and kept creeping closer and closer to her chocolate cheerio. Again, her reaction was nonexistent. Now I knew she was fucking with me. She usually either a) doesn’t want me anywhere near her pucker or b) she wants me to tongue fuck it like I’m trying to eat a double chocolate Snack Pack with no spoon. I swear this girl has no in between, but I digress.

Where was I… Ah yes, massage. Ok, so I start to slyly remove her underwear and top. Her body language is a bit hesitant but she is super relaxed at this point and I know if she truly objects she isn’t afraid to stop that shit short Cosmo Kramer style. I figured I should say something though, just to put her at ease because I was still in the mindset of not pushing things and I knew she still wasn’t ready for p in v action. “I’ll be good” I whispered. This seemed to settle her down a little and true to my word I was behaving myself. I continued to rub her soft body in all the places she likes to be rubbed all while trying to avoid her lady flower and keep her comfortable.

I could tell, however, she was getting excited – or pissed and annoyed. Most often I can’t cipher between the two. So there she lay – oiled up like an over tanned amateur wrestler, naked as a j-bird, and either quickly getting aroused or annoyed. Talk about holding on to a lit firecracker too long.

Now, usually this is where the games begin – or continue rather. Sometimes I’ll slowly just abandon the massage entirely and show waning interest in anything sexual. (In case you haven’t been brought up to speed let me just say that we love to fuck with each other.) At that point she usually gets pissed and takes total control of the situation. It’s best if you have all your affairs in order at that point should you or a squad member be killed in the line of duty. I figured, however, tonight was not the night to trifle with a sleeping lion so I just continued to massage her, paying careful attention to her reactions and spending more time on areas that got the best reaction.

“Could you put your weight on me?” she quietly asked. “Huh?” was my well crafted response. “Lie on top of me, I want to feel your weight.” she whispered. Now for any normal person this would be an interesting proposition – but then again she’s not all that normal, and neither am I. I know she likes to have pressure put on her body – physically that is. She likes to be squeezed, pressed on, crushed, etc. Sometimes when she’s riding me she’ll put her forehead on mine and press so hard I swear our skulls will explode. So, being the accommodating sort I quickly strip naked and lay on top of her back before she even knew what was happening. “Heyyy…” was her response. And it wasn’t like a Joey Tribbiani type “Heyyy” either. It was more like a “wait, is that an adams apple under your scarf?” type of a hey. Like I just boiler roomed her out of her life savings. “I didn’t want to get my clothes oily” I quickly and proudly announced. She didn’t reply so I just lay there against her warm oily skin. If I’m being honest I almost fell asleep after a short time. I knew there was no possibility of sex really so I was just enjoying the feeling of comfort and togetherness.

And then I felt it, she was slowly flexing her butt muscles and very subtly moving her hips. I didn’t move at first, I wasn’t sure if she was just re-positioning herself under my weight or if she was purposefully trying to stimulate me. As she started to grind her hips harder it became evident she was a) grinding her clit against the bed and b) grinding her ass against my ever expanding tan banana. Oh damn. So I did what any male would do at this point and I began to meet her thrusts with my own. Before I know it she’s trying to rub her clit on whatever she can – my hand, the bed, a small pillow, a statue of Ringo Starr we have on the nightstand – and I’m trying to find a place to rub my weapon that will provide me with some friction. Everything was so goddamn oily I felt like I was trying to fuck a jellyfish. It was obvious she was just getting more and more frustrated, as was I. I figured we wouldn’t last long before she got annoyed from not being able to cum and shut the whole situation down. I decided to take action. She was still on her stomach so I slid her lower half over the edge of the bed so her feet were on the floor and her upper body was still laying on the bed.

Now you need to understand, we trust each other completely. She knows at this point that I’m not going to try and put it in because she’s not ready and I know she’s going to tell me what she wants when she feels ready. So here I am rubbing my rooster in her ass crack (is there a name for that? I’ve heard it called hot dogging I think?) and pressing her hips against the edge of the bed pretty hard. One of my hands is pressed up against her clit and my other hand is squeezing her oily ass cheeks together in a desperate albeit ill-fated attempt to acquire any kind of friction on my member.

We’re both grinding and humping and moaning up a storm but mostly out of frustration since neither of us can quite get there. At this point I’m seriously thinking about cutting my losses and either giving up or trying to use my hand to finish. I desperately mumble “can you cum?” and before I know what’s happening she fiercely shifts her hips up and I slid into her asshole.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4o18fj/and_now_back_to_your_regularly_scheduled