Straight Male / 65
Sex On Her Terms Alone
(continued from: Sex When You Least Expect It)
Two weeks after the first night we were together sexually, I was invited back over to Connie's house for another intimate evening. It was just the two of us, as expected. Her girlfriend worked nights, and Connie worked days. So, the nights were for Connie to generally spend alone. When I arrived, I naturally had the expectation that we would indulge in a repeat of our previous activities. And we did, but not so directly, as it turned out. When Connie phoned me to extend the invite, she made a curious request. She asked if I could somehow lay my hands on a triple-XXX video tape. This was 1984, so such tapes were available, but very expensive. Luckily, I was able to borrow a couple of VHS tapes from a friend, who had gathered a nice little personal collection for himself. I arrived with the tapes, and after dinner we fulfilled her desire to watch one. The thing which surprised me though was that we didn't adjourn to her bedroom to view the video. She wanted to watch it in the large commons room in the rear of the house, typically occupied by her two large, friendly Dobermans.
As the tape was played, she shared her reason from wanting to see it in the first place. Given her personal history, she had primarily been with women. She stated that after our first time together, she became concerned that she perhaps wasn't so confident or skilled at performing oral sex on a man. So, she thought the video might give her some valuable pointers. Of course, I could hear my thoughts running through my head, which basically asserted that: "Well, we could always simply practice on that. I'm perfectly willing." But I didn't share that thought, and just allowed her to carry forward in the way she wished.
After the video had ended, we didn't immediately make our way to the bedroom. I was kind of surprised and a little disappointed. We just sat there, talking about unrelated things, quite apart from what I was so fixated upon: getting her naked and getting down to business. Still, I didn't want to be pushy. I didn't want to take a chance on ruining things. Besides, I was vaguely aware that in her distant past, Connie had been the victim of sexual assault. It was when she was in the Army, and one of her male cohorts spiked her drink with something, which caused her to get very woozy, leaving blank spots in her memory. The guy had his way with her, and it left her understandably traumatized. So, if I was only the second guy she had ever been with in a sexual way, and the first such situation she had entered into willingly -- I didn't want to be a demanding jerk.
Eventually, as the hour grew later, I actually said that I ought to be going. It was only at then when she discouraged my departure, and said that she wanted me to stick around, so that we could "fool around". That's all I needed to hear, but I was becoming a bit concerned that her girlfriend might return home before too much longer. I said as much. She said not to worry. The way she said it, something suddenly occurred to me. That's when I told her how it was my suspicion that the thought of our being caught by her emotionally and physically distant roommate actually excited her. To this accusation, she simply smiled, as though I had hit the nail right on the head.
When the time finally arrived, we stepped into one of the guest rooms in her three bedroom home. That room didn't have a water bed, like her bedroom did, it had a conventional bed and mattress. I slowly backed her into the room, right up to where the bed was positioned, leaned in to kiss her deeply, while I fumbled with disrobing her. I was more than ready. Chalk it up to Connie's desire for control, and tendency to tease. She strung me out until I was about at my limit. I wasted no more time in getting her and myself naked, laying her down on the bed, and rapidly sinking downward to caress her large breasts and suck her dark, swollen nipples. She moaned as I did that, her arms pressing me even more tightly against her, her fingers combing through my longest hair from behind. I could've spent half the night doing only that. But time was growing short, so I couldn't wait to sink further downward and bury my eager tongue between her legs. I feasted on her neatly trimmed pussy, while pulling her hands onto the back of my head, yet again, to encourage her pulling my lips and tongue into her warm wetness. I swooned, my mind floated away into another airy place, where time slowed down, and every sensation was magnified. She came. It hadn't taken long. I held her down throughout her thrashing around, and made her take the further lashings of my wildly working tongue. I restrained her, and I made her cum two more times before I finally released her. She was beyond limp. She was sprawled helplessly on her back, her naked body continuing to experience tremors from her multiple orgasms.
In that context, I guess I felt that it was alright for me to be more aggressive than was my typical behavior. I pulled her down off the bed, onto her knees on the floor, I grabbed her almost roughly by the back of her hair, and I pulled her mouth onto my pre-cum covered cock. I sank my shaft deep into her face, and heard and felt her moan again. That moan reverberated through my cock and through my body. I watched her taking my full length, and was massively excited by the sight. I whispered to her: "Suck it. Suck it like you're hungry for it." And so she did. She used some of what she had observed in the porn video, and she was a remarkably fast learner. Her large lips extended, and her large oral cavity enabled her to take all seven inches without difficulty. I was in heaven. And nobody else had ever sucked me and made it feel so incredibly intense. How ironic is that? It was a Lesbian who wound up being the most amazing sexual partner I would ever know.
I wanted to stay right where I was, I wanted to go all the way. But I also knew (somehow or other) that Connie would NOT want me to cum in her mouth. I just knew it. She had met me more than halfway with what she was willing and enthusiastic to do. But I knew that would be going too far. So, grudgingly, I hoisted her up in mid-suck, laid her back onto the bed, climbed on top, and told her to put me in. She looked dazed and a bit surprised, but she did exactly as I said. She grabbed my cock, tugged on it, and positioned it so I would sip straight into her wet pussy. I pushed my way into that very tight place, felt my shaft slide into her warmth, felt her squeezing me with every move I made, in and out again. I moved to pin her down by locking her legs up in my arms, so her pussy and ass were elevated off the very firm mattress, and I then took to pounding her, crashing my pelvis into hers, colliding genitalia, deep penetration, her quivering body and my steam hammer thrusts. Our flesh made a loud slapping sound in the near darkness, I heard her speaking in a broken language that was foreign to my ears, then she literally quaked beneath me, and she exploded in orgasm once again.
I kept pumping, I kept thrusting, I carried on, until she simply begged me to stop. She couldn't take it anymore, the pounding. She slipped out from beneath me, and I allowed her to retreat to the upper corner of the bed to try and recover. I still hadn't cum. She was still trying to catch her breath when she said that we needed to take an extended break, that she had to rest. "Okay, but hey, I still haven't cum. I'd really like to cum.", I thought to myself. Chalk it up again to Connie's desire to call the shots, to be in control.
We laid there for a while, staring up at the ceiling, laying naked together. She was still so hyper-sensitized from her orgasms, she didn't even want me to touch her skin for quite some time afterwards. So, we laid apart, but together. Inevitably, as the hour grew later, I said again that I really ought to be leaving soon. She still couldn't continue, she insisted that she was just too fried from all of that cumming. Her solution for me was that I masturbate, and allow her to watch, since she had never watched someone, a man, do so in person. Halfheartedly, I agreed. I reached down and started stroking my still rigid cock. I could hear her breathe as I did so, which I found very arousing. I had never put on such a show before for someone else. I continued stroking, my head fell backward, and she asked if I was getting close. I said: "Yes. It won't be long now." She replied: "I like watching you. I like it." She also added that she had been surprised that my pre-cum tasted so good. Wow!!! Hearing her say that was all I needed to bring me all the way off, and I spurted my load up into the air, by the light of the street lamp through the shaded window, and felt the warm fluid come to rest on my own stomach. It was much more powerful than when I jerked off alone at home, because she watched. She wanted to watch me do it. And she liked how I tasted.
Two weeks after the first night we were together sexually, I was invited back over to Connie's house for another intimate evening. It was just the two of us, as expected. Her girlfriend worked nights, and Connie worked days. So, the nights were for Connie to generally spend alone. When I arrived, I naturally had the expectation that we would indulge in a repeat of our previous activities. And we did, but not so directly, as it turned out. When Connie phoned me to extend the invite, she made a curious request. She asked if I could somehow lay my hands on a triple-XXX video tape. This was 1984, so such tapes were available, but very expensive. Luckily, I was able to borrow a couple of VHS tapes from a friend, who had gathered a nice little personal collection for himself. I arrived with the tapes, and after dinner we fulfilled her desire to watch one. The thing which surprised me though was that we didn't adjourn to her bedroom to view the video. She wanted to watch it in the large commons room in the rear of the house, typically occupied by her two large, friendly Dobermans.
As the tape was played, she shared her reason from wanting to see it in the first place. Given her personal history, she had primarily been with women. She stated that after our first time together, she became concerned that she perhaps wasn't so confident or skilled at performing oral sex on a man. So, she thought the video might give her some valuable pointers. Of course, I could hear my thoughts running through my head, which basically asserted that: "Well, we could always simply practice on that. I'm perfectly willing." But I didn't share that thought, and just allowed her to carry forward in the way she wished.
After the video had ended, we didn't immediately make our way to the bedroom. I was kind of surprised and a little disappointed. We just sat there, talking about unrelated things, quite apart from what I was so fixated upon: getting her naked and getting down to business. Still, I didn't want to be pushy. I didn't want to take a chance on ruining things. Besides, I was vaguely aware that in her distant past, Connie had been the victim of sexual assault. It was when she was in the Army, and one of her male cohorts spiked her drink with something, which caused her to get very woozy, leaving blank spots in her memory. The guy had his way with her, and it left her understandably traumatized. So, if I was only the second guy she had ever been with in a sexual way, and the first such situation she had entered into willingly -- I didn't want to be a demanding jerk.
Eventually, as the hour grew later, I actually said that I ought to be going. It was only at then when she discouraged my departure, and said that she wanted me to stick around, so that we could "fool around". That's all I needed to hear, but I was becoming a bit concerned that her girlfriend might return home before too much longer. I said as much. She said not to worry. The way she said it, something suddenly occurred to me. That's when I told her how it was my suspicion that the thought of our being caught by her emotionally and physically distant roommate actually excited her. To this accusation, she simply smiled, as though I had hit the nail right on the head.
When the time finally arrived, we stepped into one of the guest rooms in her three bedroom home. That room didn't have a water bed, like her bedroom did, it had a conventional bed and mattress. I slowly backed her into the room, right up to where the bed was positioned, leaned in to kiss her deeply, while I fumbled with disrobing her. I was more than ready. Chalk it up to Connie's desire for control, and tendency to tease. She strung me out until I was about at my limit. I wasted no more time in getting her and myself naked, laying her down on the bed, and rapidly sinking downward to caress her large breasts and suck her dark, swollen nipples. She moaned as I did that, her arms pressing me even more tightly against her, her fingers combing through my longest hair from behind. I could've spent half the night doing only that. But time was growing short, so I couldn't wait to sink further downward and bury my eager tongue between her legs. I feasted on her neatly trimmed pussy, while pulling her hands onto the back of my head, yet again, to encourage her pulling my lips and tongue into her warm wetness. I swooned, my mind floated away into another airy place, where time slowed down, and every sensation was magnified. She came. It hadn't taken long. I held her down throughout her thrashing around, and made her take the further lashings of my wildly working tongue. I restrained her, and I made her cum two more times before I finally released her. She was beyond limp. She was sprawled helplessly on her back, her naked body continuing to experience tremors from her multiple orgasms.
In that context, I guess I felt that it was alright for me to be more aggressive than was my typical behavior. I pulled her down off the bed, onto her knees on the floor, I grabbed her almost roughly by the back of her hair, and I pulled her mouth onto my pre-cum covered cock. I sank my shaft deep into her face, and heard and felt her moan again. That moan reverberated through my cock and through my body. I watched her taking my full length, and was massively excited by the sight. I whispered to her: "Suck it. Suck it like you're hungry for it." And so she did. She used some of what she had observed in the porn video, and she was a remarkably fast learner. Her large lips extended, and her large oral cavity enabled her to take all seven inches without difficulty. I was in heaven. And nobody else had ever sucked me and made it feel so incredibly intense. How ironic is that? It was a Lesbian who wound up being the most amazing sexual partner I would ever know.
I wanted to stay right where I was, I wanted to go all the way. But I also knew (somehow or other) that Connie would NOT want me to cum in her mouth. I just knew it. She had met me more than halfway with what she was willing and enthusiastic to do. But I knew that would be going too far. So, grudgingly, I hoisted her up in mid-suck, laid her back onto the bed, climbed on top, and told her to put me in. She looked dazed and a bit surprised, but she did exactly as I said. She grabbed my cock, tugged on it, and positioned it so I would sip straight into her wet pussy. I pushed my way into that very tight place, felt my shaft slide into her warmth, felt her squeezing me with every move I made, in and out again. I moved to pin her down by locking her legs up in my arms, so her pussy and ass were elevated off the very firm mattress, and I then took to pounding her, crashing my pelvis into hers, colliding genitalia, deep penetration, her quivering body and my steam hammer thrusts. Our flesh made a loud slapping sound in the near darkness, I heard her speaking in a broken language that was foreign to my ears, then she literally quaked beneath me, and she exploded in orgasm once again.
I kept pumping, I kept thrusting, I carried on, until she simply begged me to stop. She couldn't take it anymore, the pounding. She slipped out from beneath me, and I allowed her to retreat to the upper corner of the bed to try and recover. I still hadn't cum. She was still trying to catch her breath when she said that we needed to take an extended break, that she had to rest. "Okay, but hey, I still haven't cum. I'd really like to cum.", I thought to myself. Chalk it up again to Connie's desire to call the shots, to be in control.
We laid there for a while, staring up at the ceiling, laying naked together. She was still so hyper-sensitized from her orgasms, she didn't even want me to touch her skin for quite some time afterwards. So, we laid apart, but together. Inevitably, as the hour grew later, I said again that I really ought to be leaving soon. She still couldn't continue, she insisted that she was just too fried from all of that cumming. Her solution for me was that I masturbate, and allow her to watch, since she had never watched someone, a man, do so in person. Halfheartedly, I agreed. I reached down and started stroking my still rigid cock. I could hear her breathe as I did so, which I found very arousing. I had never put on such a show before for someone else. I continued stroking, my head fell backward, and she asked if I was getting close. I said: "Yes. It won't be long now." She replied: "I like watching you. I like it." She also added that she had been surprised that my pre-cum tasted so good. Wow!!! Hearing her say that was all I needed to bring me all the way off, and I spurted my load up into the air, by the light of the street lamp through the shaded window, and felt the warm fluid come to rest on my own stomach. It was much more powerful than when I jerked off alone at home, because she watched. She wanted to watch me do it. And she liked how I tasted.
