Giving head 10 feet off the ground… literally [FM]

Something about this much isolation. At first everything turned me on. My t-shirt grazing against my bra-less nipples (who wears a bra in isolation?), a cable news guest giving a coquettish side eye, kik messages from a couple about fantastical someday plans.

After a couple weeks, the desire had morphed into aching. I woke up wet in the morning, feeling my puss dilating against nothing, longing to be filled. I took more and more breaks during the workday, getting in bed to open up incognito tabs and flip my Hitachi magic wand back on — it’s strong enough I don’t even need to take off my pants to give myself a rollicking orgasm, and it’s hotter knowing how much he’d love a photo of my soaked undies. I have mastered squeezing and twisting my nipple with my left fingers while also holding my phone watching some girl (or guy, or girls, or guys) get pounded, my right hand holding the vibrator in place while my wet mouth hangs open until I climax again. Deep sigh. Check email. Repeat.

And the deprivation was more intense because I’d gotten so accustomed to being thoroughly fucked as much as I could want. I’m in the most sexually compatible relationship of my life, times a zillion. My boyfriend loves my expansive pleasure and appetite as much as I love his.

And I LOVE his cock. It’s perfect. When I’m with him, it’s always either pulsing, nodding-to-the-music hard or brickbreaker hard. It’s perfectly sized — not enormous, which is much better, because he can split me open 10 times a day, leaving me sore as hell but able to do 10 more rounds tomorrow. And my throat. Mmmmmm. I love sucking that cock with every ounce of my being. He loves wet, messy head more than anyone I’ve ever known, and it’s such a turn on to give him just what he wants. When I’m on my knees, spread, tongue out, he sometimes leans back to watch the spit drip down my tits, my cunt squeezing juice onto the floor.

It had been four Fridays since we’d touched when he pulled up at my doorstep. I’d cleaned out my ass 90 minutes prior to give him easy access to any hole he wanted, and my robe was already falling open when I let him in. When he arrived, I theoretically offered to let him work if he needed to, but he whispered “I need to take you” with desperation matching mine. We went upstairs, I got on my knees, and we spent most of the next 14 hours fucking til we grinned and passed out.

The next day was sunny and warm, an anomaly this year. We managed to put on clothes and head to a sparsely populated park, walking through the woods, commenting on pine tree varietals and forcing our brains to think about something other than ravaging eachother for once, for heaven’s sake. We came upon noisy birds, peaceful marshes. We turned down a smaller path and walked over the brown, brushy forest floor, watching out for poison ivy. A few mouthfuls of spider web told us we were all alone back there.

After about a half mile, we found a 10-ft deer stand made of wooden planks. An outdoorsy girl at heart, I took the rungs of the ladder two at a time and smiled down at him from the narrow bench on the platform, which was maybe about 3 ft by 3 ft, maybe slightly bigger. I patted the seat next to me; he shimmied up and squeezed in. We listened to the trees blowing, reciprocated all manner of loving words. He nuzzled against my hair and breathed me in, my eyes closed, listening to the wind, feeling grateful and happy. And horny.

I turned towards him, kissed him on the mouth, tugged at his ear with my lips (eliciting the sort of groan I was hoping for), and said, “If I asked to suck your cock right now, what would you say?”

And before he could finish his affirmative response, I’d already stood him up, unbuckled his belt, and swiftly, deftly unfurled his splendor. My eyes bulged to match his dick, my lips swallowing him whole, gagging while he reached maximum hardness against my throat. I looked up at him while the spit pooled in the back of my mouth, wanting eye contact while he watched it stream out of my mouth and down his glistening shaft, onto his balls where I greedily licked and sucked it up, gently sucking his balls straight down while I jacked him with my other hand. I took more and more of his swollen sac into my mouth, feeling it eager to unload on me. I let my tongue tiptoe back into his taint, a preview of the rimming I looked forward to later. I know him well by now — I could tell by the way his hands moved through my hair that he was feeling this combination of love for me and need to feed his cock hungry slut until she was satisfied. And I could tell he was about to hold my head with both hands for the perfect positioning to fuck my face like a toy. I felt my pussy squish inside my tight leggings as he went to town on my face, seemingly unaware that we were literally 10 feet off the ground on a platform with no walls. i grabbed onto the railing and took it, blissed the fuck out.

He was getting close, I could hear in the way he sucked his teeth. He loves when I gag, so I took him deep, my mouth completely dickful while my outstretched tongue managed to rub against his balls. He got harder. I switched to the finishing pace, going faster up and down with my hand firmly clasping around his girth. He pumped hard, cumming mostly down my thirsty tongue, little droplets hitting the wood floor, my black tank top, the forest floor way down below.

We got dressed, giggling, and got lobster rolls before heading home and helping ourselves to more.

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