A True Story

My ex-girlfriend and I had a very healthy and pleasant sex life. As we got to know one another intimately, our lovemaking grew into a sort of routine that was mutually satisfying. I absolutely love to perform oral sex on women and fortunately she loved to just lay back, spread her long legs and let me lap at her beautiful pussy until she came. Cunnilingus to me is the pinnacle of sex acts. Rather than mindlessly plunging your penis into your lover you get to connect with her most private and personal parts by immersing your face, the hub of all your senses: taste, smell, touch and sound. Perhaps best off all is that once you get to know someone real well, you get to know how to press (or rather lick) the right “buttons” to get the desired response and give your loved one the best feeling that they are likely to have (until you are back at it again the next time). In this way my ex and I truly became a great team. She craved orgasms and I craved licking her to taste her pussy juices and cream, smelling the heady scent, feeling the slipperiness of her sensitive tissues and hearing the delicious squelches we made. Normally, we used to get up early most mornings. I had always insisted that she be the first to be satisfied so I would lick her clit, lips and hole, probe her deep inside her warm wet pussy with two fingers. Often, after popping another finger from my other hand into my mouth, I would probe her beautiful puckered ass. There was something magical about rubbing the two fingers in her vagina against the one in her ass; the thinness of the separation is surprising. It always ended up making her moan after she got over the preliminary embarrassment. She always had multiple orgasms, but then that isn’t unique I suppose, most women I have known seem to have a string of pleasurable events, not a single event like men. I can only envy (as most men should) the prolonged ecstasy that women can feel. When her shuddering ceased she would pull me onto her and then I would enter her, thrusting my by now throbbing penis into her warm, wet hole until I was close to cumming. Most often pull out and then splash my warm cum onto her stomach, or in doggy-style onto the small of her back. The deal was that if I dirtied her I had to clean up, and so with a few licks and sucks I would take the salty cum, still warm, into my mouth. Truth be told we both loved the cum, and we’d play with it, me transferring it to her mouth with my tongue and then in a flurry of French kissing it would disappear, a little into each of us and some of it spread onto our faces and lips. During these sessions we often role-played and fantasized, we would "play" people from our everyday life as if they were present. Our sex was always hot and intense, but by playing the roles we were able to give it an edge that would produce truly paralyzing orgasms. I remember the first time we did this after getting mildly d***k with wine and my ex revealed she thought a particular fellow who worked at a nearby grocery was cute. He was no more than a k** really, but I suppose I understood why she thought he was cute. As we moved in to the bedroom I asked her if she would like to suck him and received a sexy “Mmmmm hmmmm, I take his cock and suck it dry.” I smiled and we tumbled in, her atop me and she began to very slowly suck on my cock and lick my balls all the time murmuring this k**’s name. I played along and I morphed into the extraordinarily grocery boy getting a surprise blow job from an anonymous customer. She straddled my shin as she sucked and soon began stroking her hairy pussy up and down against my lower leg, I could feel her twitch and I began to feel a slickness as she continued to rub, murmuring the k**'s name as she proceeded to give him (me) one of the sloppiest, wettest and most erotic damned blow jobs I have ever experienced. Soon she was bucking fiercely on my shin, rubbing furiously, I could feel the hard pebble of her clit as it bounced over the bone, each pass giving her a little electric jolt. She knew just where I was most sensitive, and concentrated her sucking and tonguing around the edge of my head and probed my hole with her tongue tip as she sucked. It was like all my nerve endings were tingling afire and then in a I came hard into her mouth, my back lifting off the mattress. She said “Yes give me all your cum baby” and called me by the grocery boy’s name, smiling devilishly at me. Her hips continued bucking, rubbing her clit in a frenzy on my leg before she too came powerfully, grunting almost like an a****l, my cum leaking out of her mouth, her neck arched and eyes facing upwards, she kept rubbing prolonging the orgasms for as long as she could. Finally her energy gave out and with a grunt she collapsed down, face on my groin and nestled her head, moaning softly. I was buzzing wildly still, this was perhaps our most intense time together, but soon enough I could feel that male lethargy creeping up and I drifted off. Later in the night I awoke briefly and looked down at her, her hair shining in the moonlight through the blinds. She was still collapsed where she had fallen and was snoring softly. It truly was a perfect night, the furious passion itself, the fantasy of her sucking away at her imaginary man and now this afterglow, both of us exhausted with our juices drying on each others bodies. Coming - PartII: Role-Playing Becomes Reality