Dates

Smiling, she wove her fingers through my hair and kissed my mouth. Her belly was soft and warm against my lips and I left a trail of kisses from her stomach to her breasts, slipping an erect nipple into my mouth. She moaned, a sound that faded almost immediately into a whimper. I took this as permission to squeeze her breasts, hard. She arched her neck back, leaving it bare for my tongue to explore. Sighing, she pulled my shirt from my pants and undid my belt with practiced hands. Soon my pants were around my ankles.

“You’ve done this before,” I noted breathlessly.

“Maybe,” she replied seductively, teasing the bottom corner of her lip with her teeth.

“I know you’re BIG,” she breathed. “I see it in your eyes, your hands, your bulge. I want to see it for real. I want to touch it.” She slid my boxer briefs off; I didn’t have the time to be embarrassed before her hands were wrapped around my engorged shaft.

“Do you want me to?” she asked, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“Want you to what?” I asked, lost in how good her soft hands felt around my cock. She giggled, stroking me as she sat draped over one of my legs. I reached for her waist and kissed her breasts and stomach, and she told me how much she liked the size and warmth of my cock in her hands. I massaged her leg, calf, hamstring, thigh. My hand traveled further up her skirt, towards the enticing warmth I could feel coming from between her legs.

I unzipped her skirt and let if fall to the floor. Her bright green satin thong accentuated her curvy hips and covered a thin trail of hair that left me almost drooling with desire.

“You’ve made me really wet,” she informed me, smiling.

“How wet?”

“Very wet.”

“I better take a closer look. Sit on my face.” Her eyes lit up as she continued to stroke me, a drop of pre-cum moistening the tip of my shaft. I lay down in the backseat, and she positioned herself above my face as I pulled her thong down and off and let her ease herself onto my mouth.

I kissed her pussy softly, gently, but after a while neither of us could wait anymore. Her juices were all over my face, and
I could feel an inner pulsating warmth, accompanied by a moan.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes. Just like that.”

Without missing a beat, I flipped her over, so that she was positioned over my face, with my cock achingly close to her mouth. She took the hint: As I began to lick and explore her, she took me in her mouth, deep and long. She moved her head slowly off my cock, as though she were savoring the taste. I moaned directly onto her pussy.

She shifted from her crouch to a more comfortable position and began to grind lightly so her clit and lips were moving back and forth over my mouth. I grabbed hold of her hips and butt and kept her movement to a minimum as I inserted my rigid tongue as deep as I could inside her. “Oh my god,” she moaned, before taking my penis back into her mouth and sucking on it, her movements short and fast, a staccato of pleasure.

Despite my strong grip, she began quivering and forcing herself up in order to stimulate her clit against my tongue. I pulled my tongue from inside and lightly grazed her clit, over and over, as she screamed and grabbed at the leather seats, the loose seat belts, my legs, and my penis.

We were both clearly undersexed and eager. The lack of conversation about sexuality in my community further contributed to a healthy imagination and I had been fantasizing about an encounter like this one for some time. As she bucked against my mouth I pushed her forward and she immediately took my penis deep into her mouth as she said: “I love this…”

“I want you to cum into my mouth,” I whispered. I pushed her up and down on my tongue, then snaked my tongue over her clit from behind. “Move up and down,” I encouraged, and she convulsed on my face.

Her lips slid back and forth across mine as I rubbed her clit with my sticky fingers, her sweet juices all over my hands, her thighs, and my face. She took my penis all the way in and thrust her mouth and head up and down while doing the same with her hand on the base of my penis.

We both let out moans of pleasure. “Cum for me again!” I commanded.

“You come,” she said, nuzzling my balls as I nibbled, feather-light, on her swollen clit. She reached behind herself to massage my head and shoulders with her hand. Her caress, her hands wandering all over my body, pushed me over the edge: I shuddered, my whole lower body rising to meet her mouth as she pulled my penis in just a little deeper. I came explosively into the velvet of her throat. “Mmm!” she groaned, her mouth full of my cum. “Oh my god,” I said, wiped.

We lay back and laughed, her head pillowed on my chest. “I NEEDED that!” she said.

“WE needed that!!” I answered.

We are still dating.