[FF] What happened last time – Part two of two

*A continued account of the last time I had sex.*

We sat together on the couch, her strap on discarded and my head resting on her chest as I took in deep breaths and recovered. “That was so fucking good. I came so hard -”
“I couldn’t tell.” She cut me off with the sarcasm, deadpan, and I rolled my eyes at her. She grinned.
“I really liked when you rubbed my wetness on my face, like, that one was more inventive. It felt really degrading.” That one was spontaneous. She knows me, knows my boundaries and wouldn’t do anything to cross them, but I wasn’t expecting that one or how hot it would be.

“It’s still kinda…” she gestured broadly but I understood.
“I know.”
She leaned in and kissed my cheek, and then I felt her tongue on my skin as she licked me.
“Can you taste it?”
“Not really.”
“So now my face is really wet.”
She took the sleeve of her T-shirt and wiped my face off. For something so improvised, seemingly careless, she was so gentle.

“You’re so fucking soft.”
“Did I fuck the memory of the last 10 minutes out of you or what?”
“No, I just want it harder next time.” Now it was my turn to be deadpan. I’m fairly certain she knew I was joking, but I played it off well. For a queer I have an amazingly straight face. “You slap like a wuss.”
“God, shut the fuck up.”
The magic words. “Make me.”

She went for my head and I was like a deer in headlights, stunned as she forced it between her legs. I had to get off the sofa onto my knees on the floor to be comfortable and I know that’s what she wanted.
“You aren’t going to breathe till I cum.” She said.

That sounded like a good deal to me. She held me in place as she ground her hips against my mouth, but I eagerly stuck my tongue out and tried to work her clit while she was moving. She got the idea and slowed down a little, allowing me to properly find her and start sucking. She was maybe even wetter than I was, it was awesome. She clamped her thighs around my head, kind of locking one leg over the other, and let me go to town. Any time I tried to instinctively get in a breath of air I’d be reminded that I was trapped and god damn, nothing beats thighs as a restraint.

My breaths came heavier through my nose then, as she wasn’t actually out to fucking kill me, forcing me to inhale the scent of her along with the feeling of her soaking my chin. I breathed so deeply she actually asked if I was okay but didn’t let me go, so I just kind of mumbled something and ended up giving a double thumbs up. I bet I looked like such an idiot. She came, bucking against me again.

I had to move with her to protect my nose and honestly, compared to the whole ass “raping” situation, looking back at it… This does seem like the sort of thing that could have gone worse. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, she could have seriously caused some damage squeezing my head between her thighs or ramming her hips against me and I was far too into the idea of drowning in pussy to really look out for myself. But if you’ve never had a woman cum against your face… Try and remedy that.

I stayed down there, kissing her now spread thighs as she sighed through the aftershocks and pet my head. Wordlessly, she brought her heels up onto the couch and shifted so she was even more exposed to me. She pushed me back down and I knew what she wanted, circling my tongue around her asshole. I couldn’t really hear her moan before, all I could hear was thigh, but this time her little “Ooh”s were magical. She called me all kinds of dirty names but mostly whore as I tonguefucked her ass, and then placed my hand flat on her and gently rubbed her clit with my thumb to get her off once she told me it was okay. If you haven’t felt a woman’s asshole pulse around your tongue and you’re into that kind of thing, remedy that one too.

I was finally allowed back up off my knees and resumed my place cuddling her. I told her that I “needed food. Energy.” and she ordered us a pizza. I went to go and wash my face and she joined me. We both looked at each other as we were cleaning off our thighs and just started laughing. Just gals being pals. Literally, we are just friends. Who fuck. Intensely. I still didn’t bother with underwear so she called me a slut when I straddled her back on the couch, and I told her that nobody had *ever* said that to me before and she pulled up my hoodie and kissed my nipples better from where she’d gone rough on them earlier until the pizza was here. We ate it together before she left and I really really want her to call me up again soon.

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