And then I woke up.
And soon discovered that Liv had followed suit as we lay in each other’s arms after our first fuck….
I was fucked out, drenched in sweat and totally exhausted from working my thick tool to give her pussy (and my cock) maximum pleasure for that first fuck. I was also swimming in a sea of bliss after weeks of wanting to get my dick inside Liv from the minute she’d told me, right after we met, “I need you to keep that dick hard for me.” On this one memorable night, we’d gone from feeling each other up under the table at the tapas place she had taken me to, to having her hold me against the wall in the entry to her apartment as we had our first hot kiss, then undress me, lick and tease my nipples, and for the first time, see and play with the cock that was going to fuck her hard all during that night.
Then, after she had undressed and I had seen her beautiful body for the first time, she had invited me to look closely at her aroused wet pussy with its swollen lips and clit starting to peek out from its hood and think about what it was going to be like having my cock in it, before she beckoned me to her bed and gave my saluting soldier, as she liked to call it, which was straining with excitement and anticipation of being inside that pussy, a thorough going inspection.
Then we fucked at long last.
And after we’d both cum, I found myself so totally spent that, without knowing it was happening, I feel asleep, my arms around Liv with hers around me. When I woke after my short nap and opened my eyes, I found Liv smiling at me. “You fell asleep, soldier boy,” she said. “Were you dreaming?” As she said that, laughing, she nodded down to my thick pole that was erect and ready to go again, still coated with our combined juices from our first fuck.
Half asleep as I was, I blurted out the honest to god truth: “Yeah, I was dreaming about your wet cunt.“
“Thought so,” she said as she reached over and started slowly teasing the slick head of my hard dick. “I thought that might be the reason this soldier boy was saluting when we woke up. I napped, too. I love hearing that you were dreaming about fucking me more.”
Then: “This night’s not over yet. This fellow’s still got some work to do. And I can see that he’s definitely up to it.”
As she said this, Liv lightly traced the veins in my cock shaft up and down with her fingertip, ending the downstrokes by hefting and caressing my balls and her up ones by toying around the tingling tip of my dick with her fingertip. She was fascinated, she told me later, with how veiny and thick my cock is, a cock that looks like it’s done a lot of hard work and exercised well. It’s not particularly long, but is definitely meaty and veiny, with a large head she loved to feel working inside the slick walls of her pussy, and with large low-hanging balls that she really liked feeling slap against her ass or clit as we fucked in different positions.
“I’m really glad I’ve gotten to meet this fellow,” she said as she kept teasing and playing with me. “He’s going to be spending a lot of time with me now.”
Then she climbed on top of me, leaning down to give me a hot kiss with her beautiful hair cascading down on either side of my face, and she began to prepare both of us for our next session by slowly and tantalizingly working her slick slit and swollen lips up and down my excited dick, making sure to give her clit attention as she did that, coating my dick with her nectar to get it ready to fuck her.
I have never met a woman as skilled as Liv was at riding. She loved to fuck that way, her on top facing me as I was either lying down or sitting on a chair. She loved to watch my face, my eyes, to see how I responded as her talented cunt worked on my cock to give itself pleasure while it drove me wild. She loved that I could pull and twist her nipples while she fucked me in this position. When I did that at the right moment when she was reaching a climax as she ground her clit against my dick shaft, it would send her over the edge and she’d come hard, shaking on top of me with her legs clenching mine, her pussy rippling and sucking at my cock in a way that was intensely pleasurable and often brought me near my release, too.
The women I’d fucked in the past never seemed interested in trying more than the missionary position with the lights out. I didn’t get much chance to see them up close as we fucked, and they seemed to accept that fucking was more me doing something to them than they doing something to me.
They hadn’t shown the open, unapologetic pleasure Liv took freely from sex. She wasn’t embarrassed in the least to admit frankly that she loved to fuck, loved to ride a cock because that allowed her to get maximum enjoyment from having a hard dick in her pussy by grinding and worked in just the right way to maximize engagement with her little hard swollen pleasure button.
Liv seemed to feel no need to pretend that she didn’t love giving her pussy as much pleasure as she could. And she also loved knowing that when she did that, she gave the men she fucked the unforgettable ride of their lives, especially when they discovered how she could put that hot, wet cunt to work clenching their cocks, pulling them further inside and milking them until they exploded.
One of her special techniques was to ride on top of my pole as she lifted herself up so my dick head was just inside her pussy opening as she worked it before suddenly swallowing my whole cock down to my balls again, then lifting herself up to work just the tip inside her opening again. As I’ve said before, the vestibule of her pussy was especially sensitive, and she loved the feeling of my big cockhead going into her and teasing the opening repeatedly. When she rode me and felt me swelling and pulsing and getting ready to shoot, she would often suddenly lift herself so that only the head of my cock was inside her, and her pussy would grip and tease the head until I spurted what felt like gallons of cum into her tunnel.
One of my hottest memories of our time together was from a weekend we spent doing nothing but staying naked, fucking when we felt like it and just reading, listening to music, talking at other times. It goes without saying that it was Liz who suggested those weekends at her place. Her rule was that when I arrived, my clothes went in a pile on the floor next to the front door as soon as I stepped inside the door. She was already naked.
Then we’d kiss and, depending on how horny we were, we might fuck right away or we might just go on and do ordinary things. On this weekend, I was sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine, my eyes scanning Liz’s gorgeous tits as much as the pages of the magazine, and Liz was on a sofa across the room, typing on her laptop computer. She was nibbling on a peanut and butter honey sandwich as she did that.
Without saying anything, she got up and walked across to my chair, where I was sitting with my legs spread out, and she knelt between my legs. She had her sandwich in her hand. Looking up at me with a deceptively sweet smile counteracted by the wicked gleam in her eyes, she slowly began to drip honey from the sandwich onto my cock, which was not hard but already interested from my study of her tits across the room, as I thumbed through my magazine.
As the honey began coating my rising dick, she’d take her tongue and lick up and down the shaft and around the head to eat the honey. “I love honey,” she said. “Don’t you?” Then, when she had me nearing peak excitement, she had me lean back in the chair, legs outstretched, and she began riding me in the backwards cowgirl position. I can’t really say what made that afternoon so memorable, so wildly erotic, but it was definitely that—the sunlight flooding the room as we fucked, so that we could both see every centimeter of each other’s bodies; the unexpected and casual way in which she initiated sex with her peanut butter and honey sandwich and a hot blowjob; the way her rosy ass lifted and ground on my straining dick; the access that position gave me to her nipples that she loved to have me twist and pull as we fucked; the way I could reach around and work her clit as she rode me. This was truly one of the hottest fucks of my life, and it seemed to on all afternoon, with neither of us hurrying to end it. When I finally shot inside her, I shot an explosion of cum that seemed to go on forever.
No two ways about it, Liv was just a hot woman, hotter than any I’d ever met before. I learned from her—from fucking her and being fucked by her—that I hadn’t known jack shit about sex before I met her. Not really. Even though I thought of myself as quite a pussy pleaser. Meeting a woman who unapologetically enjoyed sex and showed that pleasure so openly: this completely turned what I had thought about women upside down. And about men’s role in giving women pleasure.
I learned from Liz that women don’t need us guys to give them sexual pleasure. Not in the sense that they can’t find pleasure perfectly well on their own, without us. They’re capable of finding that on their own and they can be unashamed to admit it. They’re not looking for men to do them the favor of fucking them, of sticking their cocks into their pussies and cumming and calling that pleasing a woman. They’re looking for men who enjoy sexual pleasure with them on equal terms, who understand what they mean when they say, as your dick is inside their cunt, “There’s nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that.”
They’re looking for men who can learn to behave like human beings capable of feeling and expressing feeling. And when we men learn to do that, I learned from Liv, we become much better lovers. We learn to give pleasure better, and also to receive it better. And that’s surely what good sex, making love intimately and passionately or hard fucking so both of you can get off, is all about.
And soon discovered that Liv had followed suit as we lay in each other’s arms after our first fuck….
I was fucked out, drenched in sweat and totally exhausted from working my thick tool to give her pussy (and my cock) maximum pleasure for that first fuck. I was also swimming in a sea of bliss after weeks of wanting to get my dick inside Liv from the minute she’d told me, right after we met, “I need you to keep that dick hard for me.” On this one memorable night, we’d gone from feeling each other up under the table at the tapas place she had taken me to, to having her hold me against the wall in the entry to her apartment as we had our first hot kiss, then undress me, lick and tease my nipples, and for the first time, see and play with the cock that was going to fuck her hard all during that night.
Then, after she had undressed and I had seen her beautiful body for the first time, she had invited me to look closely at her aroused wet pussy with its swollen lips and clit starting to peek out from its hood and think about what it was going to be like having my cock in it, before she beckoned me to her bed and gave my saluting soldier, as she liked to call it, which was straining with excitement and anticipation of being inside that pussy, a thorough going inspection.
Then we fucked at long last.
And after we’d both cum, I found myself so totally spent that, without knowing it was happening, I feel asleep, my arms around Liv with hers around me. When I woke after my short nap and opened my eyes, I found Liv smiling at me. “You fell asleep, soldier boy,” she said. “Were you dreaming?” As she said that, laughing, she nodded down to my thick pole that was erect and ready to go again, still coated with our combined juices from our first fuck.
Half asleep as I was, I blurted out the honest to god truth: “Yeah, I was dreaming about your wet cunt.“
“Thought so,” she said as she reached over and started slowly teasing the slick head of my hard dick. “I thought that might be the reason this soldier boy was saluting when we woke up. I napped, too. I love hearing that you were dreaming about fucking me more.”
Then: “This night’s not over yet. This fellow’s still got some work to do. And I can see that he’s definitely up to it.”
As she said this, Liv lightly traced the veins in my cock shaft up and down with her fingertip, ending the downstrokes by hefting and caressing my balls and her up ones by toying around the tingling tip of my dick with her fingertip. She was fascinated, she told me later, with how veiny and thick my cock is, a cock that looks like it’s done a lot of hard work and exercised well. It’s not particularly long, but is definitely meaty and veiny, with a large head she loved to feel working inside the slick walls of her pussy, and with large low-hanging balls that she really liked feeling slap against her ass or clit as we fucked in different positions.
“I’m really glad I’ve gotten to meet this fellow,” she said as she kept teasing and playing with me. “He’s going to be spending a lot of time with me now.”
Then she climbed on top of me, leaning down to give me a hot kiss with her beautiful hair cascading down on either side of my face, and she began to prepare both of us for our next session by slowly and tantalizingly working her slick slit and swollen lips up and down my excited dick, making sure to give her clit attention as she did that, coating my dick with her nectar to get it ready to fuck her.
I have never met a woman as skilled as Liv was at riding. She loved to fuck that way, her on top facing me as I was either lying down or sitting on a chair. She loved to watch my face, my eyes, to see how I responded as her talented cunt worked on my cock to give itself pleasure while it drove me wild. She loved that I could pull and twist her nipples while she fucked me in this position. When I did that at the right moment when she was reaching a climax as she ground her clit against my dick shaft, it would send her over the edge and she’d come hard, shaking on top of me with her legs clenching mine, her pussy rippling and sucking at my cock in a way that was intensely pleasurable and often brought me near my release, too.
The women I’d fucked in the past never seemed interested in trying more than the missionary position with the lights out. I didn’t get much chance to see them up close as we fucked, and they seemed to accept that fucking was more me doing something to them than they doing something to me.
They hadn’t shown the open, unapologetic pleasure Liv took freely from sex. She wasn’t embarrassed in the least to admit frankly that she loved to fuck, loved to ride a cock because that allowed her to get maximum enjoyment from having a hard dick in her pussy by grinding and worked in just the right way to maximize engagement with her little hard swollen pleasure button.
Liv seemed to feel no need to pretend that she didn’t love giving her pussy as much pleasure as she could. And she also loved knowing that when she did that, she gave the men she fucked the unforgettable ride of their lives, especially when they discovered how she could put that hot, wet cunt to work clenching their cocks, pulling them further inside and milking them until they exploded.
One of her special techniques was to ride on top of my pole as she lifted herself up so my dick head was just inside her pussy opening as she worked it before suddenly swallowing my whole cock down to my balls again, then lifting herself up to work just the tip inside her opening again. As I’ve said before, the vestibule of her pussy was especially sensitive, and she loved the feeling of my big cockhead going into her and teasing the opening repeatedly. When she rode me and felt me swelling and pulsing and getting ready to shoot, she would often suddenly lift herself so that only the head of my cock was inside her, and her pussy would grip and tease the head until I spurted what felt like gallons of cum into her tunnel.
One of my hottest memories of our time together was from a weekend we spent doing nothing but staying naked, fucking when we felt like it and just reading, listening to music, talking at other times. It goes without saying that it was Liz who suggested those weekends at her place. Her rule was that when I arrived, my clothes went in a pile on the floor next to the front door as soon as I stepped inside the door. She was already naked.
Then we’d kiss and, depending on how horny we were, we might fuck right away or we might just go on and do ordinary things. On this weekend, I was sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine, my eyes scanning Liz’s gorgeous tits as much as the pages of the magazine, and Liz was on a sofa across the room, typing on her laptop computer. She was nibbling on a peanut and butter honey sandwich as she did that.
Without saying anything, she got up and walked across to my chair, where I was sitting with my legs spread out, and she knelt between my legs. She had her sandwich in her hand. Looking up at me with a deceptively sweet smile counteracted by the wicked gleam in her eyes, she slowly began to drip honey from the sandwich onto my cock, which was not hard but already interested from my study of her tits across the room, as I thumbed through my magazine.
As the honey began coating my rising dick, she’d take her tongue and lick up and down the shaft and around the head to eat the honey. “I love honey,” she said. “Don’t you?” Then, when she had me nearing peak excitement, she had me lean back in the chair, legs outstretched, and she began riding me in the backwards cowgirl position. I can’t really say what made that afternoon so memorable, so wildly erotic, but it was definitely that—the sunlight flooding the room as we fucked, so that we could both see every centimeter of each other’s bodies; the unexpected and casual way in which she initiated sex with her peanut butter and honey sandwich and a hot blowjob; the way her rosy ass lifted and ground on my straining dick; the access that position gave me to her nipples that she loved to have me twist and pull as we fucked; the way I could reach around and work her clit as she rode me. This was truly one of the hottest fucks of my life, and it seemed to on all afternoon, with neither of us hurrying to end it. When I finally shot inside her, I shot an explosion of cum that seemed to go on forever.
No two ways about it, Liv was just a hot woman, hotter than any I’d ever met before. I learned from her—from fucking her and being fucked by her—that I hadn’t known jack shit about sex before I met her. Not really. Even though I thought of myself as quite a pussy pleaser. Meeting a woman who unapologetically enjoyed sex and showed that pleasure so openly: this completely turned what I had thought about women upside down. And about men’s role in giving women pleasure.
I learned from Liz that women don’t need us guys to give them sexual pleasure. Not in the sense that they can’t find pleasure perfectly well on their own, without us. They’re capable of finding that on their own and they can be unashamed to admit it. They’re not looking for men to do them the favor of fucking them, of sticking their cocks into their pussies and cumming and calling that pleasing a woman. They’re looking for men who enjoy sexual pleasure with them on equal terms, who understand what they mean when they say, as your dick is inside their cunt, “There’s nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that.”
They’re looking for men who can learn to behave like human beings capable of feeling and expressing feeling. And when we men learn to do that, I learned from Liv, we become much better lovers. We learn to give pleasure better, and also to receive it better. And that’s surely what good sex, making love intimately and passionately or hard fucking so both of you can get off, is all about.
