Sexual awakening (M/F)

This is a story of an actual encounter. No fantasy.

We lay on the bed kissing and exploring, half undressed. I told him I was ready to let his cock out to play. He hastily unhooked my bra and my breasts spilled out, full in his face. He could never resist them and he knew how turned on I got watching him nuzzle between my ample breasts. Feel him cup my breasts and finger my hard nipples while he kissed and licked in the chasm between. I ran my hands through his soft hair and made sure he knew how wet I was getting.

He looked up and I grabbed at his face, moved my hands all through his soft and well kept beard. Loved to feel it; couldn’t get enough of it. We locked eyes and those steel blue eyes pulled me out of myself and I couldn’t look away. My mouth ached for his kiss so I grabbed the back of his neck and voraciously kissed him while our toungues tangled and his hands ravaged my breasts and nipples. Neither of us could think, our primal need for each other took over and we stripped off the rest of our clothes.

We kissed deeply and fiercely while he took the head of his cock and massaged it back and forth over my slit. I was so wet, so ready to be taken. I needed to be owned and devoured. As I felt the head of his cock push in we both growled, the vibrations were so intense and new. He pulled out and then slid back in slowly and paused. You’re cock is amazing and I need more, he heard me say. This is your pussy now, you own it. Ravage me, I told him. He rammed his cock harder and my breath caught. Every nerve ending was alight and on fire. The lioness in me was let out. He thrust in and out and I cried out that his cock was now mine. He pounded and pounded; hit places I didn’t know existed.

I grabbed his arms and pulled my hips up so he could get deeper, needed to feel all of him as deep as possible. My nails dug into his arm and all I could do was cry out, moan, growl, and be loud. He hit my G spot and I couldn’t breath. I held him still right there and demanded to be hit like that over and over. I finally let go of his arms, he pulled my legs up on his shoulders and bent my legs back to my ears and he pounded. All I could do was scratch up and down his back and bite at the meaty fold where the neck and collar bone meet, I wanted to cause him pain so that he’d ram me deeper and harder.

He took my arms and put them above my head and pinned them down. He knew that would unleash all of me. I pushed back and he held me down harder. My body craved every ounce of him now. I needed to crawl inside him, be demolished, be owned. My pussy ached for more cock, more force, more everything. He leaned down and bit my chest, bit my breasts, bit my nipples. I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hold him there to bite harder but my cries out to him let him know I needed it. He pulled his cock out and then flipped us around. He demanded I climb on top and fuck his cock. I greedily complied. Saddled up on him and slid that long, silky smooth cock into my aching pussy. I stopped and then pushed down and back harder. I needed to feel him everywhere. I was on top of my prey and wasn’t going to let him go.

Both of us were groaning and panting and unable to speak. Just sweat and scent everywhere. His cock was meant for my pussy; we were molded to be together. I began to ride up and down, lean back, lean forward, swivel my hips. I couldn’t get him deep enough; couldn’t get enough of his cock. He would grab at my tits and clamor for my nipples. I leaned forward and dangled them just above his lips, taunting, teasing as I rode his cock. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down and bit at my nipples and tits and I clamped my pussy harder on his cock. Got up on my feet, so I could pound his cock using my knees for power and depth.

He was holding back his orgasm waiting on me to catch up. I was so enthralled with this animalistic part of me I was on overload and he loved it. He knew he pulled out something in me I’d never seen before. We moved again so he could take me while my ass was up and my head was down. He wasn’t deep enough, couldn’t push against him enough, needed him to tear me apart, tear at my tits, slap my ass, all of it. We moved again and I climbed on top to finish him off. His glorious cock was rammed deep in my body and full of want and need and raw power. I was unhinged. Growling, crying out to him, pleading for his orgasm, craving to feel his warm cum fill my tight pussy.

He dug his nails into my thighs and then into my hips. I leaned forward and bit at his chest, and nipples, ears, mouth, lips, everywhere. I couldn’t get enough. He pounded my pussy and we found a final rhythm. I was scratching at his stomach and panting and moaning and he heard me again say his cock was mine and felt amazing and heavenly. We both started to climax and unloaded a primal deep growl and yell. He shot his hot seed in me and I ground my clit down on him and shuddered.

We finally collapsed. Spent, scratched, bitten, panting, exhausted. I finally lay over to his side, cum dripping from my pussy; his cock still twitching. We had been lost in each other for an hour and I never wanted to leave his side again

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