Last night several things happened that were new and felt very good.
One started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock. Often, when he’s concentrating on giving me orgasms, he keeps my hands from his penis (despite my best efforts to sneak down there).
I’m slowly learning to accept this concept of uninterrupted concentration because I’m quite different. I like the sensations to be happening all over the body. I’ll gladly have a penis in my hand or mouth while he’s working on me.
But he’s a one-trick-at-a-time pony, so I usually keep my hands from the jewels until I get the all clear. And this way I get to go on his wild orgasm-giving rides if I don’t distract him, so no complaints here. I go with the flow, Baby. Go with the flow.
So I started playing gently with his cock. It got deliciously rocky-hard rather quickly. Amazing creature, the penis is. That super hardness was a happy surprise because we had already screwed earlier. And all of a sudden, he gets on top of me and starts screwing all over again. Funny how my tongue just instantly starts tracing over his neck and face when we’re doing this. Mouth wants what pussy has. Pussy goes nuts when mouth gets its share. Breasts and nipples require licking and sucking between acts.
There is this thing that happens with his cock that is very pleasing but hard to describe. I get this feeling as if it is telescoping into my cunt. As if it is one length outside me, but grows longer and wider as he goes deeper into me. If I think about this as we screw, and he’s hitting the right spot, I cum. With a really good deep moany groan and a woosh of wetness.
And that’s what happened last night. That telescoping cock did its perfect thing and I came with this wonderful gushing wet feeling all over his hard dick. Fuck, I loved that sex. And I believe that’s what I said: Fuck, I loved that. It was simple, but oh, so effective.
The other thing that we did that was simple, shiny and new was some from-behind handgasms. The Caveman came up with this trick just as I thought we were winding down for the night. (Admittedly, I could get off on sex all night, so we just have to stop somewhere.)
I was still lying beside him, sucking on his shoulder (I’ll suck anything).
I had probably already had about twenty orgasms, though they’re difficult to count as separate when they’re the kind that seem like one very long one, interrupted by hand rest breaks.
So, as I was saying, I raised hips up off the bed, with my ass in the air and he started playing with the ultrasoft area just between the clit and the pussy.
The new but simple part is that, I do believe that yet another (different) type of orgasm occurs when the clit is approached from the back rather than the front, even if it’s the exact same spot being stimulated. I wish I could say exactly what he was doing, but I was a moaning, sweating, blubbering, shoulder-sucking happy mess by this point, and I don’t really know.
I just know something seemed to finger my ass, and something else was kind of softly pushing into the pussy lips and engaging this below-the-clit spot. It gave this soft, creamy feeling that was really sweet.
Much of our night was like that: creamy and sweet. I kept having orgasms from the slightest wisp of a touch in just the right places. Sometimes he sucked on my breasts and nipples, and when his mouth wasn’t there, I’d get this wild vacuum suction feeling, as if my entire breasts were being pulled up into a giant, tonguey mouth. Hoover me, Baby.
Another happy story was when I was kneeling over him and we started kissing really tonguey and frantically and deep while he fucked me with his thumb and played with my ass. When it’s wildly erotic like that, I like the ass business soft, and the clitoris pretty direct. His lips are perfection. The strong, pointy feel of his tongue in my mouth, the taste of him. Yum. That tongue made me want to put my pussy right over him and have him tongue and suck and lick until I cannot withhold the scream any longer. But I’m still a little timid about imposing myself on him that way.
The rest is a blur. As I panted to catch my breath and kissed him goodnight, I declared the evening almost entirely unbloggable. I’m thinking I may have to get the girl from the library to come by at night and take notes for me – write a nice erotic sexy story!
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