Buildup: Our recent streak of nearly uninterrupted, always 3-star or better sex was finally broken — B caught some sort of bug and didn’t feel well enough to play. She was feeling a little better the previous night and I started pawing her at bedtime, but she was still too tired and elbowed me away. This night, we each had separate meetings and made an arrangement to join up with each other rather than with friends. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, I asked B, “Are we having sex tonight?”
“Yes — tonight and tomorrow,” she confirmed. (I’m going out of town for the weekend.)
She had a taste for a salty drink, nothing sweet — so much for my amaretto ideas. But when bedtime rolled around, I was surprisingly limp and B was itchy.
Foreplay: I tried several attempts to feel B up, but she showed no real interest. I was beginning to worry that another night would pass by when B turned and started to stroke my thigh. She immediately began to tease my balls, and my formerly limp dick became immediately hard. This time when I started to squeeze her breast in sync with her fingers on my shaft, she didn’t mind. We continued stroking and teasing (though didn’t kiss so much due to her sore throat.)
Main Event: Ready for action, B pulled me on top and took my cock in her hand — rubbing my head against her pussy lips and pushing it betwen them. The time off did wonders for her lubrication — she was dripping wet and I nudged myself higher on the bed to increase our friction by stroking against the top of her pussy.
[Guys say "top", girls say "front" -- it's all about the angle with which one spends the most time!]
B locked her ankles around mine and I picked up the pace of my pumping. After so many nights off, I could feel the come boiling in my balls long before it shot out. B squeezed her inner muscles against me and I sank to the hilt and held there. I felt the semen spurt out eight times with a burning sensation.
Afterplay: I clenched my own Kegel muscles and throbbed inside B as I softened — she could feel the “twitching”. Still not well enough for more, she pushed me away.
Afterglow: “Go to sleep!”
Rating: ★★
2 stars?
so i also tried that locking the ankle thing, but my man is an entire foot taller than me, so we can’t match up so well, especially with my short legs. i end up with my ankles somewhere around his knees. it’s cute though.
It doesn’t matter where the ankles end up — as long as you can get leverage to press more tightly against each other. (When not looking for the leverage, heels digging into my ass also works for me!)