I was afraid that I would, in that last post, do a poor job of relating the events I described in it. But in the end I was pretty happy with the writing. It all reminds me of Penthouse Forum, or Penthouse Letters, whichever it was, the feature with stories of surprise sex in everyday situations. Except of course that those were all fake. Except for the ones that started with “I used to think all the stories in Penthouse Forum were all made up–until it happened to me.” Those for sure were real.
Anyway, yes, the salacious title of this post refers to the second fantasy story I told. And I feel the same anxiety when sitting down to relate those events, maybe worse, because while the first was insanely hot it was not unlike other ones I’ve related, in its substance or in its impact–the main difference was how much she enjoyed the parts where he and I were blowing each other. But this one was very different and has kept me horny for a few days straight, afterward.
I involved a woman–blonde, very hot, but otherwise poorly described. Like the man, they don’t really have faces; there are exceptions (like Chris Meloni and Chris Hemsworth) but in general too much detail will harm rather than help. For the men, I’ll always describe them as fit and muscular; for the women I don’t describe their bodies. I have a picture in my mind but I don’t want her to think she doesn’t compare in some way. For example, I’m a lot more likely to say “oh my god, her tits are so sweet” than “she cups her huge tits in her hands.” And she never wants it to be anyone she knows.
It started when the man story had either kind of run its course or I ran out of creativity, I couldn’t say; one way or another there was nothing to add, but she said “what next?”. I fumbled for a moment. It’s not unusual for her to request a story, but it’s rare for her to listen to them, and she was clearly listening, or participating in some way, to the previous one. Then I recovered.
(Reminder: I’m describing the events I saw as I saw them. Her interpretation–what was going on in her mind during these same events–will be different.)
I said “we’re going to invite a girl to our bed. She’s blonde and very, very hot.” She looked at me with wide open eyes, as if to ask for more. She doesn’t like girls, she’s clear, but she was just so turned on from coming so hard with the cute boy and me that the dirtiness was working. I guess when aroused enough, we want to do things we don’t want to do. She wanted to be my good girl, my naughty little slut. And she knows how badly I’d like (at least in fantasy) to see her with another girl.
“At first she’s just looking at us fucking. She’s sitting up on her knees, her back arched and her head thrown back. She’s spreading her pussy wide open.” She started shimmering–ripples of pleasure running through her body. The bullet point of the vibe, now on its highest setting, barely touching her clit.
“Keeping her pussy spread wide, she touches her clit with both index fingers, just like you do when you know I’m about to slide my cock into your cunt. Her pussy is so wet it starts dripping down her leg.” More shudders, and she looks at me with eyes wide open, to hear what’s next. “She looks at me with an entreating glance, just like you just did, and I know what she means. She wants to take over and fuck you. I hold one finger up to say ‘just a moment,’ and start pounding your tight wet pussy with my hard cock. You oblige, with a sudden, overwhelming orgasm.” She’s still holding off, because she desperately wants to fuck that girl, too. But it’s getting difficult. She’s gasping repeatedly and throwing her head from side to side, as she spreads her legs to get ready.
“I move gently aside and she moves on top of you, grabbing your right leg with both hands and straddling you. Oh my god, she starts grinding her hard clit on yours.
“She explodes so quickly! She’s squirting, gushing all over your pussy while she keeps grinding harder and harder.” She, too, explodes. Her eyes roll back, her head throws back. She’s almost paralyzed, her whole body locked in place with legs spread but massive shivers running through her in waves, vibrator hard on her clit, grinding just like it’s the blonde girl’s hard clit on hers.
This orgasm was one of the most dramatic I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how I managed not to come, but pre-come was squirting out of me and I was spreading it deliciously over my cock. I lasciviously pointed it, glistening in the low light, straight at her, an inch from her cheek, as if I was going to come on her face and she continued coming, now lurching all over on the bed, stifling screams and looking at my cock like it was a beast coming to destroy her. I let her come for a half a minute until she slowed down, as if ready to absorb it all, but I wasn’t done. “She’s still dripping and she leans forward, her tits hanging over you. Oh fuck yeah, she touches her nipples to yours and it feels so nice, so soft, she comes again.”
And she came again, too, an aftershock that jolted her hard. Finally I let her rest and enjoy her space journey.
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