At the end of my last installment, my girlfriend left me sitting with a throbbing erection, a beautiful woman wearing nothing but a pair of panties, and a green-light to do what I wanted. Elizabeth summed my situation up very well: “You are a lucky, lucky man.”
Liz and I talked for a few moments with the gulf of space between the bed and the chair in which she sat looming between us. I beckoned her to the bed.
“What are you going to do,” she asked, moving slowly toward me.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” I asked her. She nodded.
“What if we make this into a bunch of little decisions instead of one big one?” I asked, “For example. Why don’t you take your panties off? That’s not committing to anything.”
She bent down, removed her black lace panties, and placed them on the nightstand before sliding into bed with me. I pulled her close so she could feel the heat rolling off my erection and kissed her.
“Can you taste Jenny on my lips?” I asked her. Liz has recently discovered that she is also attracted to women.
“I can,” she said
“And?”
“And it’s turning me on.”
The next few moments dissolve into a blur in my memory. I remember her moaning softly as I took one breast into my mouth, running slow circles around her nipple with my tongue. I remember her hands exploring me frantically, as though making a hasty topographical map of a new and undiscovered continent.
And then suddenly she was spread open in front of me, my hardness quivering at her entrance.
“More, or stop?” I asked her.
She gripped the sheets and hesitated for a long moment.
“Stop,” she said, and pushed me backwards.
She climbed atop me and began working her clit against the length of my shaft, grinding against me. She was so very wet; in moments, her juices were all over me. Her strokes down the length of me became longer and more emphatic, and then her angle changed so that, once again, I was resting at the entrance to her. The slightest pressure would place me inside.
“More?” I asked again, “Or stop?”
In answer, she slid down maybe half an inch, taking part of my tip into her. Her breath came as a long, low moan. Then she moved down another short length, moaning again. Her lips gripped mt shaft tightly as she slowly took every inch of me.
She was tight. Unbelievably so. And once I was in her, she began grinding herself against me. Slowly at first, then furiously. I kissed her as my right hand found her breast, and she moaned into my mouth.
Time passed, and I felt it rise within me. Before I had time to register how close to the brink I was, I spilled a hot load deep inside her.
The joy of recreational viagra is that after this happens, you just keep right on rolling.
That was how the night passed. We’d lay and talk for a few minutes until I’d decide I wanted more of her, then I’d simply lift her onto me, or roll her over. This girl, who had been so coy through the rest of the evening, was now insatiable.
“How does this feel so good?” she asked as I thrust into her, “Is your dick made of heroin?”
I had to stop fucking her to laugh
When she left hours later, she left me exhausted and spent, and I’m reasonably certain she could have gone again.
The next morning, I called Jenny to give her the details. She approved. In the days to come, I asked both women if I could post the story. They agreed.
I think I like telling these stories. My sex life has been largely pretty vanilla, so I can’t promise they’ll all be quite as out there as two women back to back like this, but with Jenny in my life, who knows?
edit: spacing. Sorry, guys, new to reddit.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5w4v9v/mff_a_collaboration_based_approach_to_sex_part_2
Good story. Indeed, you are quite lucky.
Looking forward to more adventures.