A Reminiscence – The Second Time [MF] [Part 3]

Hello everyone. Here’s part 3. This is a long one, but damn if it wasn’t an incredible time. As with the others I’ve posted, this is entirely true, and only the names have been changed for reasons.

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A Reminiscence – The Build-Up [MF] [Part 2] from gonewildstories

I barely slept that night. My mind was constantly flashing back to the two pictures she sent, and the events of our first time. I wanted her. I still felt bad about sneaking around, but the guilt was shifting into the background.

I got up at 7:30, showered and shaved. Getting dressed, I pulled up her pictures again. Seeing her sprawled on her bed, her beautiful breasts on display . . .

My phone buzzed and a text appeared from Amy. “He’s leaving in ten. Hopping in the shower now.”

I responded, told her I’d be there in a half-hour. I left, and as I drove, I barely noticed my surroundings because I was so lost in the idea of what was going to happen. Muscle memory took over (I had been to their house many times and didn’t really have to think about the route), and before I realized, I was sitting on their street, parked a few houses down.

I took a breath and shut off the engine. I sent a quick text, saying I was here. She responded saying she’d be by the door.

I got out of the car. Another breath.

I walked to their front porch. Another breath.

As I reached to knock on the door, it opened slightly, and I caught a glimpse of her face before she turned and moved away, further into the living room. I entered, and closed the door behind me, my back to her briefly.

Turning around, I saw.

Amy was dressed in a white slip, her nipples somewhat visible through the material. Her long, shapely legs were on full display, and she had on a white matching set of panties. Amy’s lips were accented with a vibrant red lipstick. Honestly, I was in awe.

She strode toward me and kissed me without hesitation. Our lips worked in rhythm, our tongues were darting, then she broke from me. “I’ve missed you.” She said with a smirk. I agreed.

Amy took my hand in hers and proceeded to lead me upstairs. As she turned, I quickly noticed I’d guessed wrong. It was a matching *thong*. I could feel my face redden slightly, but I kept pace with her.

When we reached the top, she led me down the hall. Her large bed was stripped of sheet and blanket, leaving only the base sheet and a few pillows. The shades on her windows were pulled shut, and candles flickered on the nightstands and bureau.

Amy kissed me again, quickly. “You’re wearing far too much clothing.” Her hands gripped the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, and she dropped it on the floor. Her hands traced over my chest, her fingers combing through my chest hair. I gripped her hips, feeling her soft, warm skin through her slip. Her hands entwined behind my head and we kissed again, our lips parting more, my tongue slipping in to taste her more fully. She moaned, not breaking off. Her hands traced down my shoulders and back, and mine slid slowly to cup her ass. Gods she was fantastic.

Amy’s hands slipped to my belt, and she began to struggle with the buckle. My hands squeezed, and she yelped slightly. With no success, our kiss broke and she glanced down, inviting me to help in her work. I undid the buckle and drew it apart.

“Sorry. I guess I’ve got nervous jitters.” Amy blushed. I asked why she was nervous. “Because you’re what I’ve been fantasizing about for a while, and I want this to be good.” I told her it already was, even though we hadn’t done anything yet (outside of the other night).

“God I want you.” Her hands undid the clasp of my pants and pulled down the zipper. She pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles, and as I stepped out of them, she was staring at my now stiffening cock. As she leaned forward, I stopped her, helped her back up, and informed her that she was now far too clothed for this. “You got me. I just wanted another taste.”

Our lips met again, and my hands slid the straps from her shoulders. Her slip was more form-fitting than I experienced, so I had to slide it down, letting it stop at her midsection. Amy’s breasts were beautiful, her perky nipples pressed into my chest as I kissed and traced my tongue along her slender neck. She moaned into my ear, her hands traced my back again, and my cock, now fully stiff, brushed against her thong-covered pussy.

My hands tugged the slip the rest of the way down as I dropped to my knees. I hooked my fingers into the bands of her thong, and she spread her legs slightly as I drew them down as well. The small tuft of hair I remembered from the other night was freshly trimmed, and I could see she was already wet. I leaned forward, but she caught me, and started to pull me back up. “If I couldn’t, you can’t either.”

I didn’t stand back up. Instead, I buried my face into her cleavage, inhaling her scent, running my tongue over her soft skin. Amy gasped, but didn’t stop me. I traced back and forth from one to the other, sucking lightly on each nipple. Groaning, she tried to grasp my cock, but it was just out of reach. I continued my attention on her breasts as I slipped a hand between her soft thighs. She groaned loudly as I ran a finger along her slip. She was *drenched*, and I wanted to taste her. I *needed* to taste her.

I stood and gently pushed her back onto the bed. She sprawled out, and my hands found her thighs immediately. I nudged them apart, staring down at her pussy. Her lips were engorged, and her wetness was beginning to dribble.

I lifted her legs, kissing and tracing my tongue along her calf, up her thigh. Amy was moaning my name quite loudly. I quickly switched legs before reaching what I wanted and did the same. She slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit while her other ran along her breasts. That’s my job, I said as I lowered my mouth to her pussy.

Amy stopped rubbing, instead she spread her lips for me. I flicked her clit with my tongue, then ran it along her lips. Her back arched, her head thrown as far back as she could and her moaning deepened as my tongue slipped inside her. Her taste and scent filled me as I worked, drawing out to pay her clit some attention before probing for more of her wetness. Amy was moaning my name more and more, beginning to gasp between exclamations. I don’t know how looking we stayed this way, but before long, she was tensing. I knew she would cum soon, so I went back to her clit. In a minute, she clamped a hand in my head, her thighs gripped the sides on my face, and she was screaming as her orgasm washed over her. She shuddered, convulsed, then relaxed, panting heavily.

I drew back, climbed onto the bed and lay beside her, stroking her hair with one hand while I cupped a breast with the other. As her breathing steadied, I just smiled.

“Fuck. My God you’re talented with that tongue.” Amy kissed me, tongues mingling. “I taste good on you.”

She quickly climbed on top of me, kissing my neck and tracing her tongue down. Down my chest, my stomach, her body sliding down, teasing me with her skin. Her hands traced their way down my sides as she worked her way, then one grasped my cock. She held me straight up, admiring what she had. Then Amy began to kiss my length, running her tongue from my head to my base, licking around my balls and thighs. I groaned, transfixed on this beautiful woman. She grinned, ran her tongue back up my shaft, then slipped me into her mouth. Her tongue continued to flick lightly as she bobbed down and up, her eyes closed and she worked. Then, she opened her eyes, and they met mine as she pulled out to just the head. She could see I was enjoying this, and she plunged down, taking most of my length in one go. I threw my head back as she tried to go deeper, but she gagged and drew it all the way out.

Fuck, she’s incredible.

Amy recovered quickly, and resumed her bobbing up and down. I was groaning, I could feel the pressure beginning to rise, and I slipped myself from her mouth. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t want to cum yet. I pulled her back up to me, and I kissed her while laying her on her back and climbing between her legs. I didn’t need any guiding – the head of my cock was right against her opening. She groaned, and I asked if she wanted me.

“Fuck me. Please put your cock inside me.” I was inside her before she finished that sentence, all the way to the hilt.

She screamed and shuddered, her legs clenched around my waist trembled. Like last time, she came from penetration. Amy was so warm and tight, I felt like I was in heaven.

I drew back and thrust, not giving her time to catch her breath. She was panting and gasping, her back arched and her head tossed from side to side. Her hands clawed my back as I got into rhythm, thrusting deep and pulling almost entirely out. Her pussy was so wet and inviting, and I was happy to oblige her.

We continued like this for a while before she shuddered and came again. I drew out of her until her climax subsided.

As she came back to her senses, I asked if we could sixty-nine. Amy didn’t say anything, just climbed on top and took my cock into her mouth. I groaned, then bent forward to bury my tongue inside her. She moaned, but kept bobbing up and down. I slid my tongue out, teased her clit, ran along her lips, then I figured I’d try something. I gripped her ass with my hands, spread her cheeks, and ran my tongue from her pussy to her sweet ass. As I found her beautiful puckered hole, she tensed, letting my cock slip from her lips.

“Oh fuck!” She arched slightly. I asked if I should stop. “I’ve never had anything done to my ass.” I told her I would stop if she wanted. The only encouragement I got was her resuming her work on my cock. I ran my tongue over her hole, running up it then back down to her pussy, then back to her ass. My dick slipped out again. “God that feels so fucking good!”

Kissing her cheeks, I told her to get on her hands and knees. She did, prostrating herself before me, her beautiful breasts hanging and ass straight up. I positioned myself behind her, pushing my cock back inside her pussy. She moaned, I could feel her pressing herself onto me, trying to grind me deeper. I groaned, and started thrusting.

“Please fuck me . . . Please fuck me . . .” She panted as I slipped in and pulled back, periodically slipping all the way out to slide back in. Amy was so wet there was no resistance, but she had an incredible grip. I smacked her ass, and she screamed in pleasure, thrusting back on me harder. Then, with an incredible shudder, she thrust all the way back and held me deep as another orgasm wracked through her. I held her hips, and she shuddered with each movement to pull out of her.

I lay back on the bed, and she straddled me, slipping me inside her. Amy sat straight up and threw her head back, and my hands found her breasts, tweaking her nipples lightly. She moaned as she ground her hips, keeping me as deep as I could go. I groaned, and the pressure began to rise. She lay on top of me and started to rock, lifting herself up to the head before impaling herself, gaining a rhythm. I tried to match, but that feeling of impending orgasm made me want me to delay as much as possible.

“Let go. Cum for me.” Oh my God. “Cum deep inside me.” Oh Gods. “I want to feel you dripping out of me.”

I grabbed her hips and thrust with rhythm, then, as I built to no return, I thrust deep inside her, orgasm rushing through as I felt myself unloading. She screamed and shuddered, our orgasms in sync.

We both collapsed, her on top of me, me still inside of her.

I don’t know how long we lay that way, but when we regained our ability to move, we hopped into her shower. Having her with me in the hot water was so erotic, and I was set with a permanent boner. Amy laughed, she was still glowing from our incredible sex. We’d been at it for four hours, apparently.

After, we got dressed, kissed and said our goodbyes.

That’s it for part 3. *Phew*. Hope you enjoyed reading, and there’s still more to come.

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