Straight Male / 24
Today we are going to cuck her new “boyfriend”, I thought to myself. More precisely she will be cheating on him with me. Her name is Diana and we have a history of doing this. We have been friends with benefits for quite some time.
I was early as usual. Ignorant to the fact that Diana was not home yet I rang the door and got into an awkward encounter with her new boyfriend. That term boyfriend might be quite a stretch: he was another one of the NEETs and addicts she keeps trying to fix with affection and pussy. He moved in as a roommate at first but his overall situation activated Diana’s helper syndrome. He looked like a half dead man and smelled like an ash tray. He was aware that I was coming over, but certainly not for what reason. Compared to him I was looking like an Adonis: I was 22 at that time, athletic like never before and hiding my less favorable facial features underneath a shorthair beard. I would have described myself as average looking but dedicated.
Thankfully Diana arrived a few minutes later. To my surprise she was out jogging. She quickly grabbed for the keys and we two made off to her families summerhouse. When we were surely out of sight of her apartment she flung herself at me for a kiss and hug. Her hair was a mess, her cloths stuck to her body and she had sweet-sweaty smell to her. She could not have been more arousing to me than in that moment. Her hazelnut doe-eyes and that wicked shining smile were here most attracting features… these and her unreal figure. Diana was not on the skinny side: her belly was visibly pointing out; she had love handles and was overall covered with a thin layer of access fat. Her butt was firm at its core and jiggly above. Her breasts though; calling them big would have been an understatement - they were enormous. Tear-shaped, pointing outward and still firm, they were the hypnotizing. Just to give some numbers: Diana´s bra size was 80F (European). Rounding her appearance up was her pale and smooth skin and her tall height; she was almost at mine.
We got to her house, locked the door and continued where we left of. Kissing and touching we threw ourselves on the couch, Diana on top of me. It was then when I experienced one of the most sexually charged moment of my live: her kneeling above me, her tits touching my chest ever so slightly and her hair framing her face; her skin damp to the touch and her wicked smile; and her smell – this mixture of musky, rose and lavender. She must have put on perfume just before she went out jogging. I could have ripped her clothes apart and fucked her till the couch broke right there and then, but instead she lead my by the hand into the bathroom.
The room was tiny, the light unnatural and bright. She took of my shirt, moved her fingers along my chest and abs down to my trousers and undid them too. My erect dick pushed sideways against my pants and nearly jumped out. Afterwards she threw of her shirt we pressed out bodies together kissing. My hands wandered into her shorts and I undid them when we parted. We both stood there in our undies for a while checking each other out. Her sports bra could barely hold her tits; they were peeking out above and to its sides. Diana wore bland grey cotton panties with a noticeable black wet spot in front. Diana grabbed her bra, slowly pulled it above her head; her tits getting dragged half way up with it and bouncing right back down. Kissing, I put one hand on her tit and one into her panties to find her wet pussy, slowly circling my fingers on her clit. She returned by gabbing my junk under my pants and stroking him slowly. This continued a while: her nipple getting hard, my dick throbbing in her hand and her pussy making squeaky sounds. The smell of our bodies (mostly hers) filled the air. Her breathing got deeper and she started to moan quietly. It ended abruptly with a loud Ohhhhhhh, Diana pressing herself against me. We parted and removed out own underwear and stepped into the shower.
As the water ran down out bodies we used our hands to touch each other up and down. We had been together often before and yet her body never ceased to amaze me: her boobs shining, wet from water, oily from sweat and with a fading hickey; her nipples pointing out; her cheeks flushed, eyes shining and smiling from ear to ear. Diana was shaven everywhere but around her pussy, stubbles long enough to bend back over covering her pubic area. We started washing each other: applying the body wash all over her tits, lifting, massaging and squeezing them; moving my hands from her armpits down to her hips onto her butt, holding and squeezing her there. Meanwhile she had been washing my chest and belly.
When it came to washing her pussy, she took my hand in hers and set up the rhythm to what quickly turned into fingering. At first we massaged over her lips and circled her clit. Urging a finger of mine into her she let out moan and kissed me. It was on from then on: I moved the finger rhythmically forward and backward, added a second and stopped to scratch her G-spot. Diana had thrown her hands around my neck, spread a leg off and was breathing heavily and squirming to my rhythm. Her moaning got louder still, interrupted from calling my name, Yes and There sounds, all cut off by the slowly building up cramps. It hit us like a train when she came: her muscles clenching around my fingers, her body shaking and the air being pushed out of her lungs with a loud Oooaaaaahhhhh… and her losing touch with eh ground. The sudden additional weight caught me off-guard and we fell into her direction, hitting and sitting down at the shower wall. Panting and giggling Diana pulled me into a deep hug. We just sat there for a while just enjoying each other’s embrace and the hot water running down our heads.
“That was awesome” Diana said “and now it´s your turn”. I stood back up and she went on her knees. My dick was semi-hard when she grabbed for him. She started by licking the tip and slowly stroking the shaft. When I was fully hard again she took him into her mouth and made rhythmical moves up and down with her head and hand, humming while doing so. She sure knew what she was doing and before long I was on the edge, telling her that I would come soon. Her response was to stop stroking and start deep throating. The sweet release of cumming only gets sweeter when she looks up into your eyes and you cup hear head. She swallowed it all and continued to clean it all up. She got up and we kissed passionately, finished the shower and dried off.
That´s "part1" if you will so. I d like to get some feedback if possible: lvl of english, the "turning you on"-factor and so on. If there is demand I ll continue the story of one of my hottest experiences in part2
I was early as usual. Ignorant to the fact that Diana was not home yet I rang the door and got into an awkward encounter with her new boyfriend. That term boyfriend might be quite a stretch: he was another one of the NEETs and addicts she keeps trying to fix with affection and pussy. He moved in as a roommate at first but his overall situation activated Diana’s helper syndrome. He looked like a half dead man and smelled like an ash tray. He was aware that I was coming over, but certainly not for what reason. Compared to him I was looking like an Adonis: I was 22 at that time, athletic like never before and hiding my less favorable facial features underneath a shorthair beard. I would have described myself as average looking but dedicated.
Thankfully Diana arrived a few minutes later. To my surprise she was out jogging. She quickly grabbed for the keys and we two made off to her families summerhouse. When we were surely out of sight of her apartment she flung herself at me for a kiss and hug. Her hair was a mess, her cloths stuck to her body and she had sweet-sweaty smell to her. She could not have been more arousing to me than in that moment. Her hazelnut doe-eyes and that wicked shining smile were here most attracting features… these and her unreal figure. Diana was not on the skinny side: her belly was visibly pointing out; she had love handles and was overall covered with a thin layer of access fat. Her butt was firm at its core and jiggly above. Her breasts though; calling them big would have been an understatement - they were enormous. Tear-shaped, pointing outward and still firm, they were the hypnotizing. Just to give some numbers: Diana´s bra size was 80F (European). Rounding her appearance up was her pale and smooth skin and her tall height; she was almost at mine.
We got to her house, locked the door and continued where we left of. Kissing and touching we threw ourselves on the couch, Diana on top of me. It was then when I experienced one of the most sexually charged moment of my live: her kneeling above me, her tits touching my chest ever so slightly and her hair framing her face; her skin damp to the touch and her wicked smile; and her smell – this mixture of musky, rose and lavender. She must have put on perfume just before she went out jogging. I could have ripped her clothes apart and fucked her till the couch broke right there and then, but instead she lead my by the hand into the bathroom.
The room was tiny, the light unnatural and bright. She took of my shirt, moved her fingers along my chest and abs down to my trousers and undid them too. My erect dick pushed sideways against my pants and nearly jumped out. Afterwards she threw of her shirt we pressed out bodies together kissing. My hands wandered into her shorts and I undid them when we parted. We both stood there in our undies for a while checking each other out. Her sports bra could barely hold her tits; they were peeking out above and to its sides. Diana wore bland grey cotton panties with a noticeable black wet spot in front. Diana grabbed her bra, slowly pulled it above her head; her tits getting dragged half way up with it and bouncing right back down. Kissing, I put one hand on her tit and one into her panties to find her wet pussy, slowly circling my fingers on her clit. She returned by gabbing my junk under my pants and stroking him slowly. This continued a while: her nipple getting hard, my dick throbbing in her hand and her pussy making squeaky sounds. The smell of our bodies (mostly hers) filled the air. Her breathing got deeper and she started to moan quietly. It ended abruptly with a loud Ohhhhhhh, Diana pressing herself against me. We parted and removed out own underwear and stepped into the shower.
As the water ran down out bodies we used our hands to touch each other up and down. We had been together often before and yet her body never ceased to amaze me: her boobs shining, wet from water, oily from sweat and with a fading hickey; her nipples pointing out; her cheeks flushed, eyes shining and smiling from ear to ear. Diana was shaven everywhere but around her pussy, stubbles long enough to bend back over covering her pubic area. We started washing each other: applying the body wash all over her tits, lifting, massaging and squeezing them; moving my hands from her armpits down to her hips onto her butt, holding and squeezing her there. Meanwhile she had been washing my chest and belly.
When it came to washing her pussy, she took my hand in hers and set up the rhythm to what quickly turned into fingering. At first we massaged over her lips and circled her clit. Urging a finger of mine into her she let out moan and kissed me. It was on from then on: I moved the finger rhythmically forward and backward, added a second and stopped to scratch her G-spot. Diana had thrown her hands around my neck, spread a leg off and was breathing heavily and squirming to my rhythm. Her moaning got louder still, interrupted from calling my name, Yes and There sounds, all cut off by the slowly building up cramps. It hit us like a train when she came: her muscles clenching around my fingers, her body shaking and the air being pushed out of her lungs with a loud Oooaaaaahhhhh… and her losing touch with eh ground. The sudden additional weight caught me off-guard and we fell into her direction, hitting and sitting down at the shower wall. Panting and giggling Diana pulled me into a deep hug. We just sat there for a while just enjoying each other’s embrace and the hot water running down our heads.
“That was awesome” Diana said “and now it´s your turn”. I stood back up and she went on her knees. My dick was semi-hard when she grabbed for him. She started by licking the tip and slowly stroking the shaft. When I was fully hard again she took him into her mouth and made rhythmical moves up and down with her head and hand, humming while doing so. She sure knew what she was doing and before long I was on the edge, telling her that I would come soon. Her response was to stop stroking and start deep throating. The sweet release of cumming only gets sweeter when she looks up into your eyes and you cup hear head. She swallowed it all and continued to clean it all up. She got up and we kissed passionately, finished the shower and dried off.
That´s "part1" if you will so. I d like to get some feedback if possible: lvl of english, the "turning you on"-factor and so on. If there is demand I ll continue the story of one of my hottest experiences in part2
