Fucking like animals

I thought of soft pubic hair the other day — soft like cashmere. I remember encouraging her to grow her bush because it was so soft, and I liked to run my fingers through it.

Black pubs against alabaster skin. I would run my fingers through her bush as I circled her clit and slipped fingers inside; she was warm and wet. She would moan slightly as I pulled on her curls.

Sometimes she would ask me to pull out just before I came and giggled with delight as I came all over her bush. She would encourage me to mix my cum with her juices and condition her pubs — her black pubs glistened. She would ask to taste our juices and her eyes sparkled when she found a pubic hair. She would inspect it intently before she discarded it to the sheets.  

I was encouraged to grow my pubs because it was only fair — she liked the idea of sucking on hairy balls. My bush was course and was a proxy for our differences. I would watch as she dived deep into my bush and sucked my cock and caressed my balls with her tongue. Sometimes she refused to fuck me, and would jerk me off so she could rub my cum into my hairy balls.

We liked the feel of fucking with hair, and it wasn’t long until we agreed not to shave for a year.

And for a year, we fucked like animals.

Blue Sky

I remember the sky being so blue as we looked out the hotel window. Everything was so clear and crisp as I watched her sitting on the window ledge in a robe taking a long drag on her cigarette.

We had been fucking on the bathroom floor when our room service interrupted. Afterwards, we moved to the bed and fucked until we exhausted ourselves. As we stared out the window high over the city we spoke in whispers and of the future.

It thrilled us to go to hotel rooms and fuck — we never made love, we just fucked. Our love affair for hotel rooms began with our second date when we thought it would be a wonderful idea to buy an expensive bottle of wine, get a hotel room, and see where it would lead us. In the morning, the bottle of wine was half finished and we realized, as she liked to say, “We fit perfectly”.

We fucked all over the city until one day she told me she’d met someone and had fallen in love. She asked if I wanted to fuck one last time for old time sake — I told her I couldn’t. My smile must have been strained as I gave her a long hug, said goodbye, and walked away.

She said nothing as she let me go. 

The art of a seduction…

She let me fuck her but when I asked to taste her pussy, she said no. She said she gets too sensitive and would end up kicking me in the head. I think she was surprised how hard I made her cum. I can still feel her nails dig into my back and remember how her moans quickened until she came. I fucked her twice that night.

I think we only fucked one other time after that, but we stayed friends a very long time. We would dance around the idea of fucking again over the years, although never did. She was genuinely hurt when I suggested it would never happen again.

She had been quick to say at one time she couldn’t make herself cum and needed strange fingers between her legs. Years later, she mentioned the toy I had gotten her as part of the seduction, and she told me she used it regularly when she couldn’t seduce a man’s fingers or cock to do the job. She said it was still in a drawer somewhere. We would talk like this when we saw each other; openly familiar and sexually charged just waiting for the other to say yes.

I haven’t seen her in a while, and I suspect our seduction has finally come to an end. The realization there is no possibility of fucking one last time has let us drift.

I still wonder how her pussy would taste. I may just have to ask her the next time.

Dildo fucking…

I like it when you tell me cum has starting to run down your inner thigh and when returning from the bathroom you tell me how much I came; then you slide back into bed smelling of sex. You kiss me and tell me how you are still horny and want more — I say I will need a little time to recover and you laugh and reach down to feel my soft sticky cock.

Pulling the sheets back, you move to straddle me, and as I look up, you lick two fingers and move to your swollen cunt. You keep staring at me as you spread your folds and play with your clit — you are red and sticky with our juices.

You ask me to find the dildo, and as I stare up at you, I blindly reach for it under the covers and finally find it. Grabbing it, I hold it like a second cock just above my belly button and invite you to fuck me again. I hold it tight with two hands as you reposition and slowly guide neon pink deep and then grind into my hands. You fuck silently and reach to take control of the dildo and I watch you lose yourself in pleasure. You have lifted off me to make it easier to fuck yourself and the dildo now glistens.

I whisper my cock is coming back to life and you tell me it’s too late and I will have to lay there and just watch. You reposition still more to move your cunt, and the dildo you’re fucking, to my chin; your scent fills me. I watch the dildo spread red lips, and as I sense you building to climax, you stop. You pull the dildo out and push yourself onto my face and then grab my head to force my mouth hard into your cunt. You demand I make you cum. My tongue rolls around your clit but moves quickly to plunge inside. I can’t breathe as you grind into me and I move my tongue in and out with urgency — I can hear you groan, and your body tightens and juices fill my mouth. There is a moment I feel like I’m drowning but you shift again and I swallow; I can breathe again.

You’ve reached around and compliment my hard cock, and as if wondering aloud, ask how we can make sure it doesn’t go to waste. Then impishly, you get on top of me and kiss me softly on the lips and tell me you have an idea. You say that since we have a very talented dildo, we should see if it’s true that I can cum by using just a dildo. You kiss me again and mutter something about finding the lube; you shift yourself off me with determination.

You look like sex as you reach for the dildo.

 W

Cock, balls and cunt

There is a wildness to her eyes when she has cum for the last time — she looks at me as she pushes back her dishevelled hair and protests when I try to touch her; she says she’s sensitive and will be sore later. As she playfully slaps my hand away and kisses me deeply, she tells me she wants to play with our cock. It’s a game we sometimes play when she has taken me to the edge more than once but wouldn’t let me finish until as she says, she’s had her way with me.

She nudges me onto my back and searches for the lube lost somewhere among the sheets — with a sense of satisfaction she finds it and pours lube over my cock with abandon. She gets on top of me and moves herself until her warm cunt is pressed up against the base of my balls. She then announces how it looks like she has a cock and balls and wants to play with it until we cum. As I stare up at her, it does look like we both have the same cock and I groan slightly as she starts to press herself into me and stroke our cock. Her rhythm changes as she watches me, and she makes compliments about how red our cock is; she stops when she thinks I we can’t hold it any longer and pushes her cunt harder into me and coos with pleasure.

She reaches for more lube and pours it onto our cock and circles the ridge of the head with two fingers; she then slowly moves down the shaft to our balls and back up in a slow-motion until cunt, balls, and cock are slick and sticky.

She watches me contort and smiles as I beg to be released — she deliberately lightens her touch to keep me on the edge. Then almost to herself, she says she wants to watch us cum; her grip tightens, and she strokes our cock faster. She moves her other hand to our cock, and before she can start double handing our cock, my back arches as I cum with a long groan of relief. She softly stokes our cock and admires how much we came.

Slowly, and unexpectedly, she adjusts to separate cock, balls and cunt and straddles over me, and with a hand glistening with lube and cum, starts to caress the folds and finger her clit. She opens to her caresses and enters herself as I watch. She begins to rock slightly to her finger fucking and I watch juices begin to flow down her inner thighs and onto my cock and balls, and onto the sheets. With a shiver she stops, and her eyes focus on me and sparkle.

It seems she hadn’t come for the last time after all.

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