Tags: bfxgf, Sex while on period, voyeurism
Bridget was always horny during the first two days of her period. She was moody in other ways too, but being horny was her constant state. Her boyfriend, Chris, was well aware of this but couldn’t bring himself to put anything inside of a bleeding woman. The idea felt disgusting to him, no matter how attracted he was to the 5’10” brunette with her pert features.
On a Saturday evening, Bridget and Chris had their first weekend off together in a while and were curled up on the modular sofa in their apartment. But neither of them paid attention to the film onscreen. Instead, Bridget was kissing Chris’s neck with her ruby red lips, and eventually she climbed on top of him.
Bridget always amazed Chris when she was up close; she was stunning. With sage green irises and contrasting dark lashes, her eyes alone could force anyone to do her bidding. Pouting lips met his jaw delicately, the soft puffiness of her full mouth only made him want her even more. Chris stifled a moan as Bridget began stroking his shaft through his jeans, outlining the tip of him with her thumb and forefinger as she stroked him up and down until he was pressing firmly against the button of his pants.
“Fuck this,” Chris tossed Bridget off of him, onto the adjacent cushion, and she squealed as he yanked her leggings down to reveal her rounded ass. After shoving her pink panties to the side, he was just about to plunge into her cunt when he noticed a white string hanging from her swollen lips.
He immediately recoiled from her eager body and stood up, feeling himself get softer instantly. His flaccid penis hung offensively as Bridget turned around to see what the hold up was.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
He could hear the hesitation in her voice, but this was a conversation they had, had before. He wasn’t interested in sailing through the Red Sea, and she thought she could get him worked up enough to allow an exception. It wasn’t going to happen.
“Bridget, you know how I feel about that.”
For a moment, the couple locked eyes and got stuck in a silent debate before Bridget abruptly adjusted her panties and ran to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Chris sighed and sat on the sofa once again, dropping his head in his hands with a quiet resignation. He gave it a good twenty minutes before he decidedly got up to apologize for making her feel bad. He loved his girlfriend, and for the past two years he had done everything he could to please her but the line had to be drawn somewhere.
He approached the bedroom door and started to open it but paused when he heard the distinct sound of his girlfriend moaning. The door was cracked just enough now that he could see a slither of her, and that slither was enough. She was completely naked, on her back with her legs hovering in the air as if held by some invisible force. From the doorway, Chris had the perfect view of her pussy. The tampon had been removed, and was replaced by a silicone dildo that he normally used to double penetrate her. Bridget thrust the dildo into her, all the way to the hilt, and she yelped when it hit home.
Chris couldn’t stop himself from watching as a thin trail of blood began to snake its way down her inner thigh, and again she plunged the dildo into her wetness and she gushed even more. He noticed that the blood wasn’t pure red, it could have been described as a pleasant pink. The sight of it was doing strange things to his nervous system.
“Fuck me, Chris,” Bridget moaned, bouncing herself on the dildo rhythmically, “Fuck this bloody pussy, baby.”
She moaned louder, obviously turned on by her own fantasy and Chris felt himself began to throb uncontrollably. He knew that he wasn’t about to come just from watching his girlfriend, but if he stood there for another five minutes he probably would.
He walked into the room, but even as she caught sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, she didn’t stop pumping the fake cock in and out of her. Chris was enraptured with the sight of her blood-soaked folds and found himself reaching out and taking the dildo from her.
She was silent with expectation, her chest heaved with unbridled arousal and the exertion of holding back her release.
“Open wider,” Chris commanded, and Bridget pointed her painted toes to the ceiling with a mocking sort of acquiescence.
“You can try just the tip, if you’re nervous,” she offered. He could practically hear the eagerness in her voice. “Just the tip, huh?” He confirmed, and she nodded impatiently. Chris took his straining cock out of his briefs and only hesitated for a moment, before he pressed it against her slick opening. She moaned as he nudged her, wider and wider, but he stopped himself before he could go any deeper. The tip of his penis was suctioned by her taut cunt, and without warning, she began to rock herself back and forth on his shaft like a fiend.
Chris groaned, as she slowly but surely began to take him deeper and deeper until it wasn’t just the tip anymore. Unable to hold back, Chris slid in as deep as she would allow and closed his eyes blissfully, relishing in the sweet sound of her surprised yelp.
As he pulled out, Chris’s cock throbbed insistently at the sight of her tainted pink blood coating the length of him. It reminded him of an opaque lacquer. Mixed with the wetness of her pussy, a sticky raspberry-colored cream oozed from her puffy pussy and fell onto the sheets. Chris didn’t know what had gotten into him, but if possible, that made him even harder.
He dove back in, stretching her taut again with measured thrusts that brought her closer and closer to insanity.
Bridget was beginning to beg him, she was delirious with want and practically mewling. She wanted more.
“Make this pussy bleed on your dick, baby. Please, make me gush, make me fucking gush…” Chris always did love it when she begged.
“Fuck,” he heeded her words and dragged her onto his dick roughly. Bridget was overcome with pleasure, her period always made her extra sensitive so every stroke he gave to her made her want to cry with the sheer gratification. This is what she had wanted to feel for so long. That feeling of being so full that you could only make sounds to express how you felt.
Within no time, she was coming rapidly, and as she requested, she was gushing all over Chris’s cock. Sloppy and squelching squirts graced his penis with a rush, and he lost track of how many times her body descended into spasms. She stopped being able to chant for more, and her moans turned into overwhelmed whimpers and hoarse pleas. They were both too far gone.
Chris’s thrusts only grew more assured, until he was just drowning in her juices, he didn’t care what they were— he only cared that they were getting his dick sopping wet, and that her pussy felt like paradise, and that she was his in every single way.
Every day of the month.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/trohnv/his_first_period_sex_mf_also_taking_commissions