The Ring Finger [MF/F]

It hadn’t been a good day. Paul wasn’t sure why – it was just an instinctive thing. There was something about the way he’d gone about his routine that wasn’t right. For one, his girlfriend had been very weird with him at lunch. “Hey, Polliwog,” Paul heard as he took a bite of his sandwich. He turned his head and saw Courtney there, at the door to his office and was confused.
“Did we have something planned for today?”
Courtney shook her head and bit her lower lip. She came into his office and closed the door, spinning and sticking a foot in the air as she did.
“Oh, okay. I’m glad to see you,” he said.
Courtney turned around and stared at him. She was pressed against the door and she bent her knees together like Marilyn Monroe in that famous photograph.
“Is everything alright?”
“No, I need something from you.”
“What, Court?” he said walking over to her and holding her face in his hands.
She said nothing for a moment and then started kissing his right hand. She made her way along his knuckles leaving little indications of wetness as she went, then she licked his palm and pressed it to her face. Paul leaned in to kiss her but she held his hand in the way. She started sucking on his ring finger, which was bare. Paul let this go on and became hard. He grabbed a handful of her bright red hair and pulled back hard. Courtney winced and let go of his finger. He wiped the saliva across her face with his other hand still on her hair. “Suck my dick.”
“Oh, your hurting me, Polliwog.”
He pulled harder and Courtney fell to her knees. He pressed his hips into her lips and pinned her against the wall. Somehow, she managed to work her hands around his waist so that she could unzip his pants. In an instant, Paul’s penis emerged and in an instant more Courtney had wrapped her lips around it. She sucked and used her hands. Slowly she went, up and down with her left hand closely following her lips. When she got to the head, she would pull back the foreskin and run her teeth along the tip. It hurt Paul in an explosive way. It was all he could do to not cry out and plunge himself back inside, all the way down her throat if her could. All the way he could fuck he would until Courtney felt on the edge like him. But, she was in control. With her right hand, she slowly massaged his testicles. She would switch from left to right, all the while keeping her motions precise on his shaft. It was like patting your head while rubbing your stomach, well if someone were also rubbing her clit at the same time. She fought the urge to get Paul inside of her. To get his cock as far inside of her as possible. But, she was in control.

They First Met on the Internet Pt.2 [MF]

She knocked at his door a little hesitantly. The hallway was narrow, dirty and it did not smell that good. Hopefully she had not misjudged James. Karen knocked again and pressed her ear against the door to see if she could ascertain any movement. She heard the patter of feet, shuffling of furniture. She knocked a third time a little louder, she was beginning to feel a little exposed out here, she had her hair in a bun, did not wear any makeup. Her feet were clad with a pair of Timberland boots and she wore a beige, Burberry overcoat that descended to about her knees, it was cinched with only the belt.

They first met on the internet [MF]

Karen was quite nervous as she went over to the window, he would be here soon. James had texted her saying he was walking down her block, would be there in five minutes or so. They had met on a dating site that promised quick hookups and a bunch of other bullshit. She had seen his picture in the “local men” section and had contacted him right away. She liked his brown hair that he combed back to create a left-to-right wave of chestnut just above his forehead. James had nice shoulders too, he was thin enough that she could see his collar bone and the drop off that marks the progression of chest muscle into rotator cuff. He had lovely pecs with cute little nipples. His six pack was punctuated by a “V” that led her gaze straight to his crotch. She had not wanted to actually see his cock before he arrived because penises never look that good on a cellphone camera. Karen had sent him a picture of herself just after a jog, her chest sweaty, her large, breasts held in by a pink sports bra that offered no hope of cleavage. She was wearing matching yoga pants but she did not reveal her ass at all in the photo. She had wanted to leave something to the imagination, so that what she was about to do would shock him all the more.

Daphne’s Bed [M/F]

Daphne’s heart raced as she looked at Paul across the bed. There were both topless, though Daphne was still wearing a bra, their pants, their socks, and shirts lying on the floor of her room on the second floor of her house. Her and Paul had known each other since grade one, had been in many of the same classes since then, but only started dating earlier this year at the beginning of grade twelve and they had just graduated high school, neither of them had yet had sex.

She went to remove her bra and Paul slid over to lend a helping hand. He was wearing a pair of plaid boxers, the kind that had no button over the opening that allowed one to piss. So, when he did slide over, his fiercely erect penis popped its head out to say hi. Daphne’s mouth gaped when she saw his penis because it was much bigger than any of the pictures her and her friend Courtney had looked at when she had learned about Daphne’s invitation for Paul to come over. He froze in that expository position for a moment, just looking at Daphne, hoping that she would not be put off, hoping that she would suck it. “How about we take off our own underwear?” she too wanted to experience his penis, she really liked Paul. They had been going out to parties, concerts, and even the odd dinner or coffee date and she felt she and him had a connection. Something that made her brazen enough to say such a thing the first time she had ever seen a penis in person.

Daphne and Paul [mf]

Daphne’s heart raced as she looked at Paul across the bed. They were both topless, though Daphne was still wearing a bra, their pants, their socks, and shirts lay on the floor of her room on the second floor of her house. She and Paul had known each other since grade one, had been in many of the same classes since then, but only started dating earlier this year at the beginning of grade twelve and they had just graduated high school, neither of them had yet had sex. She went to remove her bra and Paul slid over to lend a helping hand. He was wearing a pair of plaid boxers, the kind that had no button over the opening that allowed one to piss. So, when he did slide over, his fiercely erect penis popped its head out to say hi. Daphne’s mouth gaped when she saw his this because it was much bigger than any of the pictures her and her friend Courtney had looked at when she had learned about Daphne’s invitation for Paul to come over. He froze in that expository position for a moment, just looking at Daphne, hoping that she would not be put off, hoping that she would suck it. “How about we take off our own underwear?” she too wanted to experience his penis, she really liked Paul. They had been going out to parties, concerts, and even the odd dinner or coffee date and she felt she and him had a connection. Something that made her brazen enough to say such a thing the first time she had ever seen a penis in person. “Works for me” he said sliding his boxers off quickly, wanting to see her breasts for as long as possible lest she turn off the lights. They were, like Paul’s penis, large. He had once had her completely topless in his basement, but then his mom and dad had come home from a date, and he and Daphne had to quickly redress and restart the movie they had paused all in the few seconds before his mom came down a little wine drunk “just to check up on you guys” and his dad came down, forced an incognito high five from him, and led his giggling mother upstairs, his hand’s descent being matched by their ascent to the bedroom. “Wow” was all he could say, wide-eyed once the bra had joined its vestment compatriots on their wooden landscape. “Come here, Paul” she said. He moved a little forward, self-conscious of how brutally erect he was, noticing how her nipples stood to as well. Daphne still wore underwear. She slid towards Paul and kissed him hard on the mouth. She pulled at his lips, slid down and gave him a hickie. Then, she stopped at his heart and kissed him there too, she wanted to see if his heart was beating quickly too, it was. So she grabbed his penis and started stroking. Paul looked her in the eyes and she could tell how much he enjoyed this, could feel his dick beating the heart’s rhythm. He started sucking on her breasts, making loud slurping sounds, making her moan. She thought she heard a creaking sound outside of her door, and quickly pushed Paul away. “Did you hear that” she whispered into his ear. “No, what did you hear?” “I thought I heard something in the hall” as she said this she looked at the clock, it was past one a.m. There was no way one of her parents or little brother was awake at this time of night, but still. “I’m sure it was nothing Daph, no need to worry” Paul was acutely aware that he could be ushered out of her room at any moment, so he attempted to reassure her. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. Let’s just…” and with that she kissed him and pushed him into a supine position. She removed her panties and put them in Paul’s mouth saying “Tit for tat” which excited him a lot. She then proceeded to rub her pantie-less crotch along his body, eventually coming down to penis and sliding rhythmically along its length, up down, up down. Then she stopped, and told Paul to close his eyes. At first, Daphne wasn’t sure. She really wanted to suck it, but it frightened her a bit. But she also saw its appeal, knew she could elicit from it a physical thing that would sum up her feelings her Paul. She could make him feel great, could show him what her love for him was, to go along with the dates, the parties, and the concerts. She gently kissed the head and heard him emit a little moan. She placed a hand on his abdomen and then went a little further than a kiss. When she had about half of him inside her, she sprang forth her tongue so that it, too, might explore the bridge that had just formed between Daphne, and Paul. It probed the surfaces of his penis, hugged the veins, like the cars that hug the treacherous mountain roads of South America. This was amazing for Daphne as she bobbed her head up and down. Her mouth was watering and she could taste his love a little bit now and kept sucking, inviting more and more of him in. Showing him how far he could go. She felt him answer when he placed a hang on her shoulder. She looked up, letting the penis stand there erect looking self-consciously nude in the middle of them. “What’s the matter” she asked innocently. This was the most exposed she had ever felt with someone and could not put up any sort of façade to hide it. “Nothing, this is amazing, fucking amazing. Just, maybe we can make out for a sec, wanna be able to go for a little longer, if you know what I mean”. “Oh,” she said blushing “sure.” She felt a little proud. He slid down next to her, so that they lay on their sides looking into each-others’ eyes. Because Daphne was shorter, Paul penis, which was still harder than steel, protruded into the space where her legs met just above the knee. It was warm and soft and Paul liked that. Daphne put Paul hand on her breast and started kissing him. She was hoping he would finger her, given the position and all. Instead he started slowly pushing his penis forward, and then pulling it back. She could tell so she moved his hand to her clitoris for him. She had brown pubic hair, somewhat darker than the hair on her hair, and searched a little till he found what he was looking for. He started tapping on it as if attempting to reach his brother last seen in the battle for Vimy Ridge by telegraph. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the fact that he knew what a clitoris was, but had no idea how to use it to please her. “Why are you giggling?” He pulled back in horror. Did he just fuck up? He always skipped that part in porn videos because it was pretty boring. “Never mind, just follow my lead.” And with that she took his finger and started pressing down while at the same time rotating his finger. “Do it like that”, and she cupped his balls to punctuate the necessity of it. He was timid at first, just following the set pattern and not letting his other men roam the jungle. Eventually he became surer of himself and slid two fingers into her vagina. She squeezed his balls quite tightly, then let go completely, and lay supine rather than on her side. “Keep going” she murmured, this was much better than she had thought too. She had masturbated for a few years, on and off. But then was something wonderful about someone else doing that same act for you, like their skin is electrically charged with pleasure-inducing electrons and her pelvic region is the anode receiving from his cathodic fingers. Then he stopped and begged her to indulge him in a little fantasy for a moment, a request to which she shot a nervous glance. “Nothing like that. Like obviously I still want to, but like later, for this I just need your boobs.” “Is it gonna hurt?” “No, no. I would never hurt you, babe. It’s just this, uh, cool thing I saw in a random video”. She waved a hand of permission and he proceeded to straddle her chest. Paul pressed her breasts together over his penis and began sliding up and down her torso. It was a little awkward for both, because of all that skin rubbing together. She slid her pillows underneath her back, and this was enough leverage for Paul to begin anew. He pumped for a while until he realized her fucked up. Daphne felt him cum a huge load all over the inside of her breasts, some of it reaching as high as her chin. “Oh my God” she thought “he just fucking jizzed all over me”. She quickly took Paul’s penis in her mouth and sucked him dry, then scooped up some of the issue and let it cascade through her now-sticky fingers. It was very viscous and had a smell that hit her high up in the nostril. She wiped her hand along her breasts, collecting as much as possible and looked at Paul who was hanging his head in unison with his flaccid dick, mourning its former turgidity. “It’s ok. If you kiss me, I’ll grab the condom I have in my drawer. “Really?” she nodded and he leaned in. Daphne quickly transferred the cum into her mouth, loving the taste. Paul saw and tried to back away, she just laughed and swallowed, letting the sperm coat her throat. He let out a released laugh and fell into bed next to her, all the while admiring his impressive girlfriend. He had regained his erection and she threw a hand onto it, to begin anew all the while searching her bed-side table for the condom. Once found, she gave it to Paul and started sucking his dick, he opened it and said she should put it on with her mouth. So, she balanced the condom over the head and kissed the tip again, this time feeling the rubber. She then let her teeth run lightly over his shaft, unfolding the protective shield all the way, marvelling at the feeling of his penis at the very back of her throat, her tongue, greeting his balls. She held there for a moment and slowly slid back. She looked up at Paul and they could feel the excitement in the room. She crouched over his dick, then took it in her hands, like helping a blind friend find a seat. Once he pushed inside of her, Daphne collapsed onto his chest. Paul grabbed her hips and she placed a hand on either side of his chest and sat on his dick. She was never able to talk him fully inside of her, but he played with her clitoris the whole time, making her body shudder with the pleasure. When Paul could tell he was nearing completion once more, he flipped her into missionary position and just looked at her. He brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her softly. He started moving in and out of her again, trying to see how much of his penis he could fit inside her. He placed his hand at the place on her stomach where he thought he reached with his dick and tried to see how far up he could get. He put a finger from his other hand in her mouth, one of the ones he used to finger her. She licked it, tasted it. He kept pumping and managed to get a few millimetres from her belly button with his line of demarcation before she placed a hand on his lower abdomen offering a little resistance, telling him that was far enough. Daphne could feel it coming, every pump got a little more forceful, every grunt a little more triumphant. Until eventually he left his dick inside her all the way and kept pressing forwards, it was ecstasy for both and they collapsed in on each other like two stars, inextricably linked for a long time afterwards. She stroked his hair, as he lay on her breasts. He licked her nipple a little bit and they were very happy.