[MF] It’s just begun

I get myself into strange situations, but I rarely regret them. A memory that sticks strong in my mind is the night I met Isa and Clare. It’s a GWS tale entirely of its own, but it’s not the story I want to share today. I can tell it in brief for now, just to frame the next bit with a little context.

I was out with a friend, and Isa and Clare were in earshot – my friend was going through the last throes of a literary course, and we were having some cognac fueled argument about Dostoevsky. Hardly the conversation that you’d think cause persuasion, but in short, Isa and Clare, being literary students themselves, found themselves hooked on the banter.

My friend bowed out of the chat in due time, and to keep this aside short, Isa and Clare decided to come back and continue the conversation back at my apartment’s hot tub – where I fucked them both, and had ourselves some fun well and truly until the next day.

Oddly enough, this actually became a catalyst for a long time friendship, and I’m still friends with both to this day, but we don’t really explain to other people about the first time we met. That’s our secret, I suppose.

Looking back on it, I realise that it’s odd that we three never actually hung out together again – but I would see Isa and Clare individually from then on. I never had more encounters with Clare, but Isa and I would occasionally find ourselves in the same bed.

Isa is a good ten years younger than me. And whilst when I was a little younger than I am now, I found great joys in being able to introduce younger women to certain pleasures and practices in life, it’s something I have no desire or design in doing any longer. Conversely, I’ve found greater joy in recent years by reawakening the desires of women a little older, and perhaps have lost some sense of thrill and imagination over time. There’s nothing like giving a woman in her 40s a sensation she’s never experienced before while wrapped up in her sheets.

Isa is probably one of the last younger women whom I’d had a lust for.

On this one particular evening, my phone rattled at a flurry of messages from Isa. We had been talking earlier in the week of what of our plans could possibly converge, but perhaps due to the whirlwind of time, we’d lost momentum. It was a little before midnight, and I started receiving messages of the ilk:

‘Hey.’

‘You around tonight?’

‘I think you should lie next to me’.

…all before I could conjure a reply.

I told her I’ll be over soon. She said her housemates were away, and that she’d leave the door open so I can just come join her – she was already half-asleep, but just wanted my company.

Not long later, and I find myself peeling the cover off her bed, and her half-awake state, drew me immediately into her arms and entangled us. Isa is quite certifiably petite – whereas Clare’s long slender limbs wrapped around my body when I was fucking her on that first night, Isa was a tender and lithe being that nestled to me. Isa’s soft olive skin sang like silk against my own, and her bright brown eyes absorbed the shimmering dim of the moonlight.

“What do you need from me tonight?” I asked her. I was happy to just lie naked in her midst, tangled and close, and held tight.

“Please me”, she whispered back.

And so I set about to do just that.

In the low light, my hands traced her small and delicious form. My fingers danced as they slid against the curves of her pert little breasts, and I could see the goosebumps immediately forming on her inviting pierced nipples. She squirmed as I teased, her hands suffering to temptation, and with those nimble fingers, grasped firmly at my aroused and hardening cock. She squeezed as my lips teased her nipple. She gripped and stroked as my teeth bite down. Her fingers tensed as I sucked.

My hands moved to turn her ass to the side. As her hands refused to let go, I kiss her hard so her soul loses herself for a moment. My fingers move up and down her body, through the the curves of her hips, the crevices along her back – her body singing electric, a delicate harp in my hands as I pluck the sensual string of her self.

She grits her teeth and murmurs and moans, as she eagerly begins to guide my cock towards her pussy. She lifts and shifts her knee, and I can tell her pussy is glistening in anticipation. I grab her wrists, and stop short of letting her lips welcome my cock in.

She tugs in frustration – but I want to show her just exactly what frustration can be.

I move my hips to her ever so slightly, just enough so that all she can do is let the head of my cock slide along her pussy. She grows even wetter. She pulls to motion me in, and my hips refuse. I take her hands, and show her all she can do – just use my cock to rub up and down her pussy. Each time she tries to thrust her hips back, I move my hands to stop the motion.

She finally understands.

I lie next to her, and let her use my cock as a toy. The tease drives me mad, but I know it drives her madder still. She uses her wetness, ever growing, and covers my cock with her pussy juices, slippery and wild. She begins to press my cock against her ass, and I can hear her moaning in a pure understanding of desire and wanting.

I tell her to use my cock to rub her clit, and she obeys. As she presses the hard head of my cock, rubbing and circling her tenderness, I tease her further as I slowly pull and twist one of her nipple piercings. My other hand pulling the small hairs on the back of her head – the little tingles contrasting to the slippery pressure of my cock on her clit, and the sharp little pleasurable pains on her nipples.

I can hear her breath getting heavy, and I can tell my own chest is staring to move in time with her own breathing, and we lock into a groove together. A growing tangled sweaty mess of writhing human forms.

The intensity grows and unfurls, slowly at first, erratic at times, fierce at the end.

I ask if she wants to cum.

“I really want to cum”.

I tell her to press my cock harder on her clit. She does just that. In encouragement, I squeeze her nipple harder. I pull her hair a little tighter.

I tell her that she should make herself cum.

“Can you make me cum?”.

I tell her that she can use my cock on her clit as hard as she needs to. She, in return, rubs my cock on her as hard as she can, the circles she motions around her clit grow wilder and more furious. I bite her shoulder, and she moans in ecstasy.

I tell her I need her to cum.

…and this drives her over the edge, and with one final act of frustration, finally guides my cock into her achingly awaiting pussy. I squeeze as hard as I can on her nipple, as my hip thrusts hard into her, and as I pull her hair in a sharp, firm motion. Her hips thrust back. She shudders immediately, and my cock is engulfed in the beautiful warmth of her dripping pussy.

She lets out an animal groan of a “Fuck” – the ‘F’ sounding guttural at first, and by the time she hits the ‘K’, it becomes a lingering squeal.

I feel her body explode, as our tangled mess becomes a perfectly formed singular mass of pleasure. And we hold it.

And hold it.

And hold it.

Until we both take a deep breath – and a longer exhale.

I tell her that tonight’s just begun. And she curses at me, and she starts thrusting again.

That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended.

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