For all of you who doubted /u/starfishmasterx – my[M35] own “wake up I’m[F35] horny” blowjob story

To paraphrase Taylor Swift, doubters gonna doubt doubt doubt (plus a few more doubts, I think I lost track). Why, I have no idea. The guy thinks his lady’s a perfect 10- well good on him. Eye of the beholder and all that. As to her reportedly copious DD boobage, well we can’t all be officials from the bureau of weights and measures, can we? Either he’s reporting things as they truly are, or he’s embellishing just a wee bit to move the story along. Either way, nicely done. He’s mastered expository composition.
I’m not quite as eloquent as /u/starfishmasterx but I’ll give it a go anyway.
I too have a very beautiful woman at home. Married to her for eight years now. She’s petite & blonde, with nicely perky B cups sporting nipples that somehow always seem to be prinkled up and popping out of whatever she’s wearing. She’s not a fan of padded bras, so she’s a “pointer” practically 24×7. Makes going out on the town a lovely time, especially for the lads who steal a glimpse or two- and they all do.
My story starts out basically the same. I was in bed. It was late. Bianca had been up, probably watching one of those “UFOs- are they bullshit…. or NOT?” shows. Her favorite genre, bless her strange little soul. Whatever it was got her just the teensyest bit horny. But what to do? Her boring old husband was asleep. The hymenal bower was closed for business!
Luckily, she knows a trick or two.
I don’t remember if I was dreaming or not, but I do remember waking up to the sensation of my cock being entirely engulfed in liquid pleasure. It was a sensation I was intimately familiar with, so I was pretty sure I was getting a blowjob in my sleep. It was either that, or the dog, or perhaps I had ordered Chinese takeout and fallen asleep and spilled General Tso’s chicken in my lap. But the dog was too old to climb the stairs and wouldn’t be doing anything of the sort- unless I had spilled General Tso’s chicken in my lap, in which case he’d … well, but I hadn’t ordered Chinese takeout so no need to contemplate the implications. Bianca’s mouth it was, possibly with some General Tso’s in it but I was pretty sure not.
It didn’t take long for me to get fully erect. Bianca is a blowjob mavin. It’s her “go-to” maneuver when she wants to have sex. She knows I can’t resist her sweet mouth, and she’s devilishly clever about switching over to “regular sex” when I’m most ready to go. She’ll be sucking like a hoover, and then suddenly I’ll find myself prone and above her, pumping away in confusion as to how I arrived in such a position.
She knew I was awake because my hips started to buck in a futile attempt to push my cock deeper into her throat- there just wasn’t any “deeper” to go. She was stoppered. Sensing I was getting a bit too close, she raised herself up and offered me those sweet rock-hard nipples, one at a time and after another. I sucked her titsilly while she gently jacked me off, and then kissed my way up her neck and to her lips.
Magic. Somehow I was on top with my cock completely ensheathed in her hot banana wrapper. I’ve always wanted to write “hot banana wrapper,” and I can now cross that off my bucket list. There. It’s crossed off. Banana wrapper. There. I’ve written it.
We fucked. With multiple variations in position, pace, and timbre. Bianca is a moaner. This is why we don’t camp in tents. RVs only, and then not unless they have sturdy suspensions and sufficient insulation to dampen the ululations of a woman enjoying coital relations with a proper studmuffin.
 
But I digress.
 
With consumate skill, I penetrate her banana wrapper as she ululates into the heart of the night. Our position, pacing, and timbre increase in angle, frequency, and stridency respectively until Bianca claws my back in a final spasm similar to that of a victim in the final throes of strychnine poisoning, and then falls back, languid and spent. I collapse onto her, nearly exhausted myself.
“Feel better now?” I ask, the first words spoken since she entered the room horny from the erotic passion aroused by thoughts of the possibility of aliens among us.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, languidly and spently. “But you didn’t come!” she said suddenly, realizing that I was still hard inside of her.
Magically I was back on my own back and back in the back of her mouth. She sucked me back inside of her throat. It was like being back in Heaven. Back and forth. Back and forth and back again, she sucked me with such force that I simply could not hold back. Arching my back in another futile attempt to get back further back into her throat, I threw my head back and erupted. Strand after milky strand of hot milky cum shot directly down into her throat, bypassing any number of important anatomical features of her alimentary system that I have no names for because I did not take that course in high school. At last, after what seemed like an eternity, I fell back onto my back on the bed. And slowly, as I lay on my back on the back of my bed, I fell back to sleep, Bianca still sweetly sucking on my softening cock, still moaning, languidly and spently.
Like I said, I’m no /u/starfishmasterx but I have no reason to doubt the man because I’ve had the same thing happen to me more than a few times.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4du8s7/for_all_of_you_who_doubted_ustarfishmasterx_mym35