[MF] She decided I was going to make her cum, but only on her terms.

This happened about twenty years ago but still burns bright in my memory after all this time. Sorry, I know it’s long but I wanted to set the scene properly.

It started, as with many things in those days with me trying to score some weed. My dealer, G was an alternative gay girl who was far too cool for her own good and a terrible convertor of straight girls. We taken a lot of drugs together and as a result were bloody good mates. As ever G had company when I arrived. No surprise, her house always had loads of random people lying around getting stoned. 

This is where I first saw Amy. I noticed her straight away the moment I walked in. Not just because she was stunning, she was, but more her aloof attitude. Sitting there on the sofa staring at the wall. When I said hello to her she completely blanked me. I mean fuck you too bitch. But there was something about her, something sultry, smouldering even. That said, I lacked any form of confidence back then so her being so fucking rude wasn’t very nice tbh.

To make matters more uncomfortable, she was sat next to her twat boyfriend. I can safely say he was perhaps one of the most obnoxious humans I have ever had the misfortune to meet. You know, when right away you can tell the guy is a dodgy fuck? Over groomed hair and beard, a constant arrogant scowl and a sense he’d stab you if he was given half a chance. The type of semi-literate halfwit who starts a bat fight because you looked at him funny. Too many steroids, not enough education and zero empathy. Alas, he decided he wanted to talk to me.

After the initial greeting the conversation went like so:

“What car do you drive? I bet I can make you jealous.” He says.

“Er…. a crappy Ford Orion. It does a job, though.” I reply, wishing I was driving it away from him and not sat where I was.

I suspect though whatever I said it would have it wouldn’t have matter: “Piece of shit then, haha. Yeah, I don’t drive shit like that. I drive a BMW (series of random numbers that apparently should impress me).”

What. A. Knob. But despite my obvious apathy, on he went. And on. He told all sorts of things about how much better he was than me but maybe if I listened to him I could maybe at least be a little bit like him. 

Oh, by the way his name was Gary. Just saying.

Anyway, throughout this thrilling exchange I noticed Amy’s expression had not changed one bit. She just stared into space while this bombastic prick droned on and on.

Fortunately, or eventually, I made my excuses and fucked the offski outta there. Oddly though, I did think about Amy on the drive home. Despite her rudeness to me, she looked thoroughly miserable. I felt sorry for almost like I wanted to help somehow.

Anyway, skip forward a couple of weeks and I’m out on the town. Beer in hand, live band and I’m putting on a reasonable show of being that confident guy I think every fella tries to be in their mid twenties. I.E not succeeding or fooling anyone.

It so happened that G and a gang of girls were out too, and who should be with her? Yep, Amy.

Long story short I shared a taxi with G and her gaggle at the end of the night. Amy and I, it turned out, lived close to each other. So to save money I hopped out when she got out. 

I was about to say goodnight, when she looked at me and directly said “Do you want to come in then?”

“Er…” she hasn’t said one fucking word to me all night and now she is asking me in? Okaaaaay.

Amy was stunning. Almond shaped dark eyes. Shortish, jet black curly hair and hips that…. well…. they gyrated when she walked/danced. I’d been fairly hypnotised earlier by them. Her dress, black as well, was low cut enough for her small tits to be more than a hint. She was a gorgeous, fragrant, delight to look at. And she’d just asked ME to go inside with her?

Understandably, I found myself climbing the stairs to her flat staring at her arse all the way up.

It was when I went to kiss her, things got weird. 

“NO!” She said pushing me away “Not yet. Shower first. Yuck!”

Wow. OK, beer sweat is not nice, but still. 

So she lead/pushed me into the bathroom and pointed wordlessly to the shower. I got undressed in perhaps the most awkward striptease in history. It’s hard to look sexy taking off a pair of jeans when you’re drunk. But naked I got and luckily my cock was in the mood to put on a display. I stepped in the shower and started to wash self-consciously. This whole time she just stood there, watching. Back against the sink, chewing her thumb nail. She had the air of someone making a choice. Almost like she was making her mind up about which sandwich or what magazine to choose. 

I had just finished rinsing off the soap, when she switched the water off and handed me a towel. And I’d barely used it, when she grabbed my cock and pulled. This wasn’t sensual thing, she was using it as a handle to pull me out the bathroom and towards the bed. It bloody hurt to be honest!

The next thing I know, I’m being pushed on to the bed and she is crawling up towards me. Amy is still fully clothed at this point, she even had her shoes on. But here she is about to straddle my chest and pin my arms with her shins. 

Her crutch is inches from my face at this moment and she only pauses to lift her dress a little further up. Suddenly she pressed herself down and I get a faceful of her panties. She is literally humping the front of her crutch against my mouth and nose. I felt a little violated, like she was forcing herself on me. I’m normally the dominant one, but this girl, this enigmatic goddess was face fucking me and I couldn’t do much about it. Needless to say, I was loving every second.

There was something else going on here too. Her panties felt, for want of a better word, full. Not full like she had pantie liner in there, or even a cock (although I wouldn’t have minded Ha!). It was full of softness and as an addicted pussy licker I was desperate to find out more. 

I was trying to pull her knickers to one side with both my teeth and my tongue but she kept pulling away and pressing down again. Suddenly, I was aware she was lifting her arms to take her dress off. Then her bra went too. She threw her head back and began squeezing her small but dark nipples, and her breathing definitely increased. 

Fingers appeared in her panties, pulling them to one side. I gratefully extended my tongue and her newly exposed clit was right in range. It was hard, surprisingly big. I let out a low moan, I fucking love, love, love licking pussy.

The trouble was the angle. There’s only so much a man can do with his arms behind his head and knickers in the way.

“If you want me to do this properly for you,” I said cutting the silence. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

Instantly, she heeded my request. I was finally able to slowly pull away her black lace panties and get a proper look. Suffice to say what was in front of me is perhaps the most amazing pussy I’ve ever seen.

I don’t want to get too gynaecological here but her labia formed a perfect heart shape. They were thick too, pink at the base shading to dark brown on the edges. Her clitoris, stood proud above, like the head of an angel if her lips were her wings. I was entranced.

As worked my tongue and my lips up and down her, she started to gasp and moan. It was the first vocalisation she’d made for seemed like ages. It kept going, my eyes rolling back becoming lost in her taste and smell. Building a rhythm, trying to tune myself in with her body. She really began to tremble when I pushed a finger gently into her. Again I kept pace.

I could feel it building in her and I knew she was close when she grabbed to back of my head. Nothing however prepared me for when she did cum though.

She let out almost an animalistic howl and at the same time clamped my face and head into her vice like thighs. Nails dug into my scalp and she bucked so much I thought she might break my neck.

The instant she let go I was kissing her. All that tension, all that desire was released like a bomb and we kissed so passionately I forgot to breath. Still kissing me she rolled me over and mounted me.

Suddenly, I was inside her and she was slowly but firmly fucking me. It was beautiful. I could feel her wetness, surrounding me and felt at that moment nothing could be more perfect. I reached up and squeezed her tit, copying what she’d done earlier. She gasped and kissed me deeper still. 

I felt her hand run down my chest and begin rubbing herself as we fucked. We built up pace, our bodies working as one now.

Then she said something that always sends me crazy:

“Come in me baby, come in me.”

I fucking exploded, moaning louder than I think I’d ever done. And as I came so did she. Squealing and grunting together our bodies in unison.

We must have kissed for half an hour after that. Completely in a daze of each other. 

Next morning, I woke up with her holding me so tightly I could hardly move. And we kissed or fucked for most the day too.

Gone was the austere aloof bitch from last night. Here was a funny, loving, intelligent girl with a silly sense of humour. We laughed so much that perfect Saturday I felt myself being drawn into her. I know she felt the same as she kept saying it. Reiterating exactly what I was thinking – we are fucking good together.

And this is why the next bit is still sad to me today. Although we saw each several times after that, she never properly broke up with that utter bellend. Then one day, I get a text to say she can’t see me anymore.

I heard from G months later that she was getting married to that twat. I mean why? Who knows right. 

What I do know is it didn’t last with cunt chops and she now is happy with kids in Australia of all places. 

Hope you enjoyed that. If you did let me know I have plenty more adventures to share. 

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