by Jane Price
At present, he was lying in bed beside me, snoring slightly as I stared at his nearly naked body. His ripped physique and his heaving chest. His visage as he slumbered beside me getting me so worked up inside that I found myself scarcely able to contain myself from pouncing on him outright right then and there. Instead, though, I decided to ease him a tad more gently back into consciousness.
Slipping my hand into the fabric of his boxer shorts, and letting my finger sink down around the shaft of his presently flaccid cock- a challenge, to be sure, but one I was more than up for facing.
I began to stroke him in his sleep, and after some time of doing so to just a slight fraction of growth from his genitals, Jon stirred rather suddenly from sleep, looking momentarily confused as he gawked at the hand down his undies, but then looking over at me through his bleary eyes and smiling rather playfully. “Well, hello there...”
“Make love to me...” I whispered, burning for him even at this hour of night.
“Oh God...” he began to rub the sleep from his eyes, and to protest, rather feebly, might I add, “I'm pretty damn tired, you know... I was just sleeping, in case you hadn't noticed...”
But by this point I could feel the flaccid little noodle of his penis beginning to grow engorged with blood flow. The limp shaft beginning to thicken, the heat of its growth feeling remarkably satisfying in the clutches of my grip. He sighed heavily, and I could almost detect it the moment his resolve was shattered. This happened rather routinely, actually... Well, not this specifically, but me seducing him into craving sex when he might otherwise have been uninterested in the prospect for the most part.
My runway now clear, then, I promptly proceeded to whip the covers away from his crotch in order to clear myself up some space. Then I pulled his inflated cock out from beneath the fabric of his boxers, and continued to stroke his hot shaft more readily until it was nice and plump and ready to penetrate.
Then, just to ensure that he was as ready for my pussy as he could possibly get when the imminent moment arrived. I worked up a generous quantity of saliva in my mouth, spitting it forth onto his prick and proceeding to rub it up and down all over his shaft. God's lubricant as I liked to think of it, getting him so slick and so wet that it caused me to begin growing more aroused than I might possibly have intended to be.
I savored the squelching and grinding as my wrists began to grow tired pumping up and down all along the veiny course of his shaft, my body tensing up with desire for the male meat of my well-endowed boy toy, and my anatomy heating up so fully that I began to tremble from head to toe for him.
It took some degree of effort to work my body out of my panties in bed like this. Scooping my knees up to my chest and managing, with some degree of stupid fumbling, to pull the lacy things down along my ass to my knees. Pushing them down my shins and at last peeling them off down from around my ankles, and kicking them from the bed altogether.
I then promptly climbed up on top of my bewildered boyfriend, pressing my lips to his own and suckling on his sweet lips as though deriving some necessary nourishment from his hot, wet gullet. We suckled and squelched and made out for some time like newlyweds. Down below I savored gladly the pressing of his long hot cock up against my body.
Jizz beginning to seep readily from his tip, staining my waxed pubes and causing me to burn for him worse than ever. When at last I could take no more of such sweet, sweet torture I lifted my body up on top of his, straddling him, and lining my throbbing pussy up with the blade of his erection.
I lowered myself slowly, slowly down onto him, falling on his blade, as it were, and whimpering as I felt that sharp shaft of his sweetly cleaving apart the meat of my body. In, in, in, I inhaled that sweet cock of his, loving as I always did the penetration of its immensity into the deepest reaches of my anatomy. Feeling him hit an innermost sweet spot as I at last touched down fully upon him, and moaning wildly with pleasure as my eyelids fluttered gently shut.
I savored it for a moment, that unmatchable feeling of simply having a man inside me. His masculinity throbbing and my body settling into place on top of him. My nostrils flaring as I tried to steady my mind for the task at hand, my tits feeling heavily sensitized beneath the lacy cups of my bra, and my entire body feeling radiant with sexual energy.
Awake as I could be despite it being the middle of the night, looking forward with almost dreadful anticipation to the real commencement of our intercourse, and savoring the tense, outstretched moments as they ticked by in preparation to begin bouncing up and down on top of him.
And then- I began.
Slowly, at first, not wanting to fully traumatize poor Jon with my excess libido first thing out of the gates. I began to rock on top of him, grinding my pelvis back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, savoring the stretching and distorting and reshaping of the lips of my wet pussy. Moaning readily as the sweet sensations of being stretched out like this coursed pleasantly throughout my anatomy.
My spine tingling and my head seeming to float toward the ceiling as I rocked and ground and destroyed myself. Eventually needing to raise my hands up to my titties and squeeze readily in order to contain the sensations. My fingers nearly piercing my own flesh, and the look on Jonathan's face almost priceless as he gazed at me from beneath in sheer astonishment, quite overwhelmed.
I could tell, by this sudden inundation of pussy at three o'clock in the fucking morning. A regular practitioner of Kegel exercises I decided to clench upon him just a little bit harder in order to torment him to a satisfying degree. Certain that he was blown away by the tightness of my cunt as I ground it back and forth on top of him, myself, meanwhile aroused at so deviling him, and feeling compelled to ramp up my efforts just the tiniest bit.
From here, I really began to escalate. So turned on by this middle-of-the-night rendezvous that it was as though the floodgates had burst open, causing me to burn with a desire for escalation, and my need to indulge this desire entirely too much for me to withstand. Instead of just grinding, now, I began to lift my body up into the air, and then to let it come flying back down.
Smashing into his anatomy like a damn elevator with its breaks snipped clean off. My ass pounding against his thighs and his cock plowing me so deep up my cunt that it nearly made me go fucking cross-eyed. Again and again and again I repeated this motion, lifting and dropping and plummeting, smashing into him at a devastating speed, our wet genitals smacking wildly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!, as I bounced up and down on his fat hard cock like a pogo stick. Sweat rolling down along my body in torrents, and my anatomy so devastated that I could barely stand it as I melted into a fucking puddle all over his beautiful body.
By this point, I was moaning so damn loudly that I'm surprised that the neighbors didn't call the police to phone in a noise complaint. Collapsing so hard on my boyfriend's cock that it seemed a marvel I didn't split the damn thing clean in half with every violent crashing down; and burning so thoroughly to my core that I should reasonably have dissolved into a pulp right there on the spot.
My body so overwhelmed and so damn exhausted at this time of night that I should not reasonably have been capable of carrying out so violent a sex act as this to any degree whatsoever. But I carried on regardless of my exhaustion, bolstered by adrenaline as well as the sheer delight of being so agonizingly and thoroughly pummeled. My body on the verge of exploding, and my eyes practically rolling back up into my head as my sweet, sweet agony was brought to a glorious head.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
And with a final, brutal smash back onto that throbbing cock of his I collapsed my entire weight down onto him. Clenching my tits greedily for support and tilting my head back moaning. My spine arched, and the sensations mounting to an unbearable extent inside my body. I could feel Jonathan throbbing, throbbing, throbbing inside of me.
Then ejaculating out torrent upon torrent of his hot sticky cum up into my overwhelmed anatomy. Filling me up with his warm sticky sperm, coating my innermos
t reaches so thoroughly that the stuff began to spill back out of me in streams. Setting me over the edge with orgasm, and causing me to scream so wildly that I nearly pierced my own damn eardrums.
Climax shot through my body like a drug. Wave after wave of the stuff absolutely rocking me to my core. Making me shake and rattle so violently with pleasure that I could hardly stand it. By the time it had exhausted itself I was so damn weary that I collapsed beside my boyfriend's sweaty body almost immediately.
For some time the two of us lay there in exhausted, perspiring silence, taking in that strange sensation of the afterglow and me, for my part, feeling so damn nervous that I could hardly stand it. The words I wanted to say to him seemed absolutely caught on the roof of my mouth, unable to pass into the open, until at last I decided to simply bite the bullet, and I said, without fully meaning to quite so abruptly: “I want to act out a cuckold fantasy with you and another man...”
You can bet your sweet ass that caught his attention pretty damn quickly...
Suffice it to say, my suggestion was not one that went over all that easily with Jonathan. I mean hell, I hadn't really expected the notion of sleeping with another man and having him watch me to be an easy one for him to swallow. Plus I'd gone in completely prepared for him to reject the notion, and for me to have to bite back tooth and nail in hope of making any slight degree of headway with him whatsoever.
And although I did not blame him one damn bit for resisting my
suggestion, for me personally it seemed like the perfect solution. I absolutely wanted to stay in my relationship with Jonathan, but I regretted the fact that he didn't enjoy bumping uglies quite as frequently or as vigorously as I did. I mean, for fuck's sake, I got tired of having to climb on top of him in the middle of the night just to get any cock in this relationship, and though I might have enjoyed the cowgirl position just perfectly fine, I sometimes wished that he would be the one to act as the dominant partner in our lovemaking, to climb on top of me and to absolutely brutalize me to within a hair's breadth of my fucking life, living me moaning and shrieking and shaking from head to toe as he plowed me relentlessly with that long hot cock of his... Yet, if he was unable to fulfill me in this service, I saw no reason that either of us should have to suffer for it- I didn't have to go on unfulfilled, and he didn't have to feel obligated to please me when his interest in sex was somewhat displaced, to say the least.
And again, I think the notion of the cuckolding fantasy came almost entirely from rubbing myself to porn. If I had genuinely wanted this to work for nothing more than the purposes I've laid out, then there would have been no need to request that he watched while I and whomever I found to come bang with me did the nasty, but quite frankly the prospect of having him monitor our fornication turned me on like you wouldn't fucking believe. It made things just a notch or two spicier, I thought, and made specifying a cuckold fantasy over an open relationship in which we simply slept with other people a far more attractive option.
Although I'm a little bit ashamed of the fact, I think he felt just the slightest bit pressured into giving into my request. Like, I don't think he was all that nuts about the idea, really, but it was more like he felt inadequate upon my making of the request, like he felt bad about not having the genital means or capabilities of pleasing me, and therefore felt he had no right to withhold that which I so clearly desired when it came to fulfilling my sexual desires.
It took some degree of talking things through for him to agree with my point of view, not to mention me reinforcing the notion that this was nothing about him, it was just me missing the feeling of having my body explored by someone new despite my immense love for him. And at last, during what were about the dimmest hours of morning, he decided to let me have my wish, clearly uncomfortable with the notion, and even more so when I admitted, somewhat sheepishly, that I'd already gotten into contact online with the guy about the prospect of cuckolding him, not committing to anything until I'd gotten his go-ahead, but getting things all lined up ahead of time just to be safe, so that I could jump straight into this strongly desired fuckbed almost the instant I had the go-ahead.
Charles was the guys name. In the looks department, he essentially tended to rival my boyfriend, a strong and masculine specimen with a body that was mouth-watering, dark eyes and a penetrating gaze, not to mention a smile that could melt my damn pussy from a glance at his photograph alone. I gave him a call the following morning, and less than twenty-four hours after I'd had the discussion with Jonathan, the cuckolding of my boyfriend had officially begun.
It was, admittedly, as tense a situation at first as it was an erotically stimulating affair. I had to admit, I felt one hell of a bit guilty as I sat Jon down there in his chair in the corner of the room, in such a position that he was almost obligated to watch the two of us go at it like rabbits, and that even if he turned away, he would find himself largely unable to escape the pouring of our moans and our groans of pleasure as they emanated up through the room around us.
But the guilt, quickly enough, gave way to my intense desire for this new man, to have my body explored by a new man after so long being bound to a relationship, to make myself vulnerable and to give in to destruction as I was absolutely ravished by a stranger, pleased in as many ways as I could possibly have hoped for, wrung to oblivion and then hung out to fucking dry by the time all of this was said and done.
Charles proved himself goddamn immaculate as a lover...
Wrapping me up in his arms, I felt my body immediately begin to sizzle and drip beneath his touch, and when his lips pressed down against my own I could feel a chill of intense desire wash over my anatomy, causing me to cringe, my spine to arch and my toes to curl and my skin to crawl as adrenaline pumped through my veins like a drug.
The two of us made out like newlyweds, my every inhibition all but vanished as I fell prey to his sweet, sticky love, my desire for his flesh almost animalistic, and my craving for being ravished by a man whose sex drive either equaled or outpaced my own driving me wild as his tongue pushed like a joust into my gullet. I wanted to cry from the beauty of it all, my skin feeling as though it was on fire anytime his palms happened to graze me, and my head spinning so fiercely that it seemed liable to pop off altogether any minute now and go floating up, up, up into the stratosphere, gone forever without a hope in hell of finding its way back down again.
He began to run kisses all over the sweaty, heaving course of my flesh, running his teeth and his tongue up and down along my neck, nibbling on me playfully, his nostrils flaring and grunts of pleasure issuing forth from his lungs, my head rolling as he plied me with hot, wet pecks, and my vision beginning to blur as I struggled not to allow myself to be overwhelmed by the ferocious, devastating force of his love.
Soon, his hands began to explore the course of my body, sliding the palms up and down around my abdomen as though trying to start a fire with the friction, my pussy burning readily as he kneaded me between his fingers like dough, and my nipples beginning to harden into sharp nubs as sensation poured through my titties in waves. Then, much to my desire, he peeled out of his shirt, giving me a view of his heaving, sweaty chest, and sealing the deal as to my arousal if it in fact still needed sealing, which I seriously tended to doubt at this particular juncture in time.
From here, he proceeded to denude me as well, sliding me effortlessly from my blouse and tugging me out of my tight, ass-hugging jeans, then taking a momentary break to ravish my body a bit more in my lacy little lingerie before proceeding to remove the few remaining scraps of fabric covering my oh-so-luscious naughty bits. When these few sweet moments had lapsed, he then reached behind my back, fumbling between my shoulder blades to unhook the clasp of my bra, and sliding the straps down, down, down along my arms. I heard Jonathan clear his throat in discomfort as Charles leaned in, and put his face to my taut, razor-sharp nipples, his tongue lapping around my titty as though the taste of my flesh was about the most glorious thing in the world he had ever before had
the pleasure of consuming. I moaned with desire as he continued for some time to nurse upon me in this way, suckling on my mammary as a newborn clings to his mother's breast for support, and then bringing his hands downward along my body, much to my enjoyment as shivers ran up and down along my spine, slipping his fingers through the waistline of my panties, and sliding them from my waist, down to my thighs and my knees and at last my ankles, leaving me completely naked and sweaty beneath his grip, hot and heaving and ready to be annihilated by this hulking beast of a man.
Much to my gratification at that particular moment, I actually heard Jonathan moan with discomfort as my new lover pushed my thighs wide apart, and brought his face down inbetween my legs with the hunger of a man who hasn't eaten a damn ounce of pussy for several consecutive days at a time. He came in almost immediately, parting his lips and allowing his tongue to come seeping into me, his mouth conforming to the wet slick lips of my twat and his warm breath blowing into my body, agonizing me beyond belief, and causing me to throw my head back and sigh as the sweat began to absolutely pour along my body. His oral skills were, believe you me, honed to an absolute fucking T, his expertise so thorough that I'm certain this man could have gotten any pussy he wanted had the women he approached known this was in store for them by the end of the night. Jonathan would barely even put a finger into my pussy, much less go down on me, and it was with some glorious agony that I took in this most delectable of treats, my entire upper half squirming around across the bedspread as Charles bobbed and lapped and licked, suckling up my cunt and spitting globs of saliva deep into me, smothering himself in my womanhood, and gobbling me up so damn thoroughly that I thought I might pass out by the time he got around to finishing up his tormenting.
