I started keeping a sex journal over the summer. Inspired by some of the blogs I was reading, I wanted a record of some of the amazing experiences D and I were having (and continue to have). This happened a few nights after the events described in this post.
“I want to read your story from last night,” D said. I had just started the journal the night before.
“I want you to read my story and then I want you to fuck me,” I replied.
“Get the fuck bed ready, ok?” I was already doing it.
We lay together on the fold-out and he asked me to read the story to him. I didn’t want to. It felt too naked somehow. So he read it while I peered over his shoulder. It was pretty good, I think, except for the typos.
After he was done I asked if he liked it. He showed me his hard cock as proof that he did. I reached over and started stroking him, finding a small drop of pre-cum in his slit. I rarely get that luxury. While I stroked him, he stroked me. I was already pretty aroused, what with anticipating our fuck from the moment we left dinner. Oddly he tried to give me an out when we got home, but I wasn’t taking it.
According to D I starting coming only a moment after he put his fingers on me. His touch is really exquisite and I had been lusting for it all day. I had to stop him the moment I felt a squirt starting to leak because we hadn’t protected the bed with towels. I came back and let him get back to what he’d been doing and the orgasms started and kept coming. Each time I came more juice poured from my cunt and D kept adding fingers to my pliant yet stuffed hole.
When he told me he had 4 in me I bucked wildly against him. He’s known for a while that I wanted him to fist me. We tried once but it didn’t work out. I reinforced that I wanted his whole hand inside me. As usual, he complied with trying to make my request reality. He kept working his hand into me, at turns rubbing my clit, at turns sucking on it. I asked him if we needed lube, and he swiped my hand over the union of his hand and my cunt and it was clear no additional lube was required. Of course, that just made me hotter. He kept working his hand in, pushing me to a point I’d never felt before. Finally I had to ask him to pull out gently because I couldn’t take the pressure. Little did I know that he was almost entirely in me up to the wrist, and I bet that a few moments more would have found me deliciously fucking his entire fist.
The moment his hand cleared the exit an enormous orgasm literally poured forth. And it kept pouring and I tried to keep riding it as D maniacally rubbed my clit. The orgasm(s) didn’t stop for some record (for me) period of time, and I felt physically wiped out by the marathon. I didn’t feel like my pussy could handle a fucking, so D started to work on getting himself off. I read him a couple of smutty stories, but they didn’t really do the trick. Somewhere in there we actually did fuck, and then he demanded I get on his face and suck his cock. It worked for me, as I came twice, flooding his mouth with liquid each time. I think we fucked some more, and then took a break.
D found a nice video online with two girls who really looked like they were enjoying each other, and like they might actually enjoy having sex with women. It was working for him because his cock got so hard I swear it added an extra inch in length. The head was so shiny and tight as he continued to stroke himself. I really wanted him inside me. As the video of the girls was coming to an end he was about to come and plunged his cock deep inside. I love it when he comes in me. That night was no exception.
“I pulled so many orgasms from you tonight,” he said. If forced to count, I would guess I had at least 10 separate orgasms plus the super long post-fist come extravaganza. Fuck yeah.
My pussy was sore in the best possible way. The next day when I moved or sat a certain way it reminded me of the first time I felt the delight of having nearly his entire fist in my cunt.