That day, we met (Part 4)

That day, we met (Part 4)
After the afterglow of our climax subsided, we went to the bathroom and started showering. While showering, we kissed and caressed each other from time to time. I had her apply shower gel to my chest, and then I enjoyed her using her soft breasts to scrub my back; it felt so good. Actually, the most important thing was the psychological enjoyment and comfort. After scrubbing my chest and back, she knelt down and meticulously cleaned every inch of my penis, her eyes focused and beautiful. After we finished, I pulled her into my arms and scrubbed her body carefully, but I felt that the so-called scrubbing was more like caressing her entire body. Sure enough, when I got to her vulva, it was already slippery, and my fingers easily slipped inside.
I held her tightly from behind, one hand kneading her breasts, the other rubbing her clitoris, occasionally slipping my hand inside her vagina to probe, the fluid flowing incessantly. She turned her head to the side and passionately French-kissed me. Hearing her excited, wanton moans was incredibly satisfying.
After playing for a while, we dried each other off and lay down on the bed. I held her close and we chatted quietly. She told me that at the beginning, when we hugged and kissed, and even when I gave her oral sex, she was still a little hesitant and conflicted, wondering if she wanted to have sex with me. But the moment my penis entered her, she didn't think about anything else; she just wanted to enjoy making love with me. Hearing her say that made me feel really good, and I hugged her tightly and kissed her. Then we continued to discuss the details of our lovemaking and her feelings, asking her which positions she liked. Gradually, we felt aroused again and started to get intimate. Just as our lips and tongues were intertwined, and we were passionately caressing and kissing each other, her phone rang, startling us awake. She picked up her phone and saw that it was her friend calling, asking about her situation. Apparently, she had told her friend that she had gone to a classmate's house, but she hadn't called her friend, so the friend was a little worried. (I found this funny because we had been making love the whole time; she hadn't remembered to call to let her friend know she was safe.) After a few words, she hung up the phone, looking at me shyly, her blushing face very cute.
At that moment, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I was standing in front of her, my penis directly facing her face. Then I remembered our previous conversations about her giving me oral sex. When I brought it up, she smiled sweetly, stood up, came to me, kissed me first, then sat sideways on the floor, gently grasped my penis with both hands, and slowly opened her cherry-like mouth, bit by bit, taking my penis inside.
I was quite surprised when I saw her take my entire penis into her mouth. I didn't expect her to do deep throat, considering my size isn't small and the glans is relatively large. But I didn't dare move, afraid of accidentally hurting her or making her uncomfortable. I just stood obediently in front of her, letting her slowly give me oral sex.
Her expression was very serious and attentive, glancing up at my expression every now and then. When she licked my sensitive spots, I couldn't help but make sounds. At this point, she would continue licking there from time to time. I pressed her head down, trying to let her catch her breath; the stimulation was unbearable, both pleasurable and unpleasant. I couldn't resist starting to thrust my hips. She hugged my waist, completely cooperating with my movements, making those seductive sounds from time to time. After a while, I recovered. This time, she didn't continue licking my sensitive spots but started licking the outside of my penis, leaving no part untouched.
Slowly, she licked my scrotum and began to suck on my testicles. That is a great pleasure and stimulation for a man. When I saw her trying so hard to take both testicles into her mouth and sucking them so earnestly, I felt really comfortable, satisfied, and moved.
She would occasionally suck on my penis and scrotum, while her hands were also busy rubbing me, and sometimes massaging my perineum, leaving no spot untouched, giving me a thoroughly pleasurable oral service. After she had been serving me for about 10 minutes, I couldn't resist giving her my own. I pulled my penis out of her mouth and had her lie down on the bed. She thought I wanted to penetrate her, so she obediently lay down. But I turned around and lay on top of her, at which point she realized I wanted to try the 69 position.
She obediently and willingly took my penis into her mouth, swallowing and releasing it intermittently, occasionally licking the urethral opening and the surface of the glans. Every time she licked there, I couldn't help but gasp; it felt so good. I spread her legs, looking at her already overflowing vulva, and kissed her directly. When I inserted my tongue into her vagina and stirred it inside, she immediately began to moan. Her reaction was strongest when I licked her clitoris; by then I knew it was her sensitive spot, so I deliberately targeted it, licking it heavily with my tongue, occasionally scraping it lightly with my teeth, and gently pulling at her labia with my lips. (Afterwards, she told me that when my tongue was inside her vagina, it felt like my head was almost inside her body; the psychological satisfaction outweighed the physical satisfaction. She loved it when I licked her clitoris; every time my tongue slid over it, her body would experience intense pleasure. During 69 , she orgasmed at least three times.)
While I was licking her clitoris, my fingers were also probing her vagina. When she orgasmed, my fingers and tongue could clearly feel her vagina contracting repeatedly, and a lot of fluid flowed into my mouth. I didn't think anything of it at the time and swallowed it without hesitation. I knew that when I was aroused, my penis would also leak a lot of fluid, but she didn't seem to mind at all and licked it all clean.
As she said afterwards, we were both truly giving our all during oral sex; it was the most profound part of the experience. She had never done this with her husband before, she was too reserved and couldn't accept it, but giving me oral sex was entirely voluntary and she was willing to accept it. She said that while giving me oral sex, she was completely absorbed and enjoying it, and she really wanted more and more. My occasional moans also stimulated her, and she was quite happy that she could make me feel good. She told me, "To be honest, if I wasn't worried that you wouldn't be able to control yourself and ejaculate in my mouth, I really wouldn't want to stop." These are her exact words afterward, without changing a single word. She said that when I was aroused, my penis was moving in waves in her mouth, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. However, I admit that I did enjoy it at that time, but I had no desire to ejaculate at all. When she found out afterwards, she said that I lasted too long, and no one would believe it because we had been doing it for a long time. Afterward, I roughly calculated the time, including sex after waking up in the morning, and we had been doing it for at least 6 hours.
Later, after she had several orgasms, we stopped 69 and started making love again. This time, I started with what we jokingly called the "conquest" position: she lay on the bed, and I stood on the floor, spreading her legs wide apart with both hands to penetrate her. This gave her the feeling that I could see her completely and that I had utterly conquered her. From the moment I entered her, I could clearly feel how tight and slippery she was inside, unlike a mother who had given birth. She started moaning the instant I penetrated her, saying how full and pleasurable it felt, and urging me to fuck her harder. At this point, she had completely let go, showing me her most wanton and wanton side, allowing me to appreciate her most authentic self. This made me even more excited and eager to fuck her, wishing I could shove my entire penis inside her every time, penetrating to her deepest depths. And she didn't disappoint me, trying her best to respond to me, cooperating perfectly with my thrusts, her moans never ceasing from beginning to end.
When we were both a little tired, we went back to bed and changed positions. We sat facing each other, and she guided my penis down slowly, inserting it all the way into her vagina. I held her waist and thrust into her forcefully. She held my shoulders, arching her upper body back, and could strongly feel my erection. As she stroked me, she moaned wildly, saying it felt so good. After that, we tried all sorts of positions, basically every one we could think of, wishing we could stay up all night just making love.
Finally, seeing that it was getting late and we needed to rest (we both had things to do the next day), we began the final act. I had her bend over, kneeling on the bed, and prone, and I penetrated her from behind in my favorite position. When she reached her climax, she started babbling incoherently, begging me not to stop, to fuck her hard, to be my bitch, my slut, and to be my bitch and slut forever. Hearing those lewd moans, I felt my penis swell even more, and I could clearly feel her contractions and tightness inside. Sensing the change in my penis, she moaned even more lewdly, louder and louder. I held her buttocks tightly and thrust hard, not caring about rhythm anymore, each time withdrawing completely and then slamming back in. Each thrust was met with her endless moans and groans …
Finally, she reached her limit, and although I didn't ejaculate in the end, I was also very tired. So we had to end our last battle of the night. After taking a shower, we chatted intimately for a while and then fell asleep in each other's arms ...
The next morning, we woke up early, but I was woken up by her morning kiss – it was the first time I'd ever experienced that, though I won't go into the details. I'd told her about my little wish the night before, and she'd carefully remembered it, fulfilling it for me the next day. Then came two more hours of passion, but unfortunately, time was limited, and we had to end it quickly. When we kissed goodbye, I could feel she wanted it again, and she later admitted that she had indeed been aroused. It's a pity our only regret was that our time together was too short.
Later, after she returned home, we contacted each other on QQ . I told her I wanted to write down our story so that fellow enthusiasts could share it. She agreed, but stipulated that we couldn't reveal any real information about our relationship. Therefore, some details may differ slightly from the actual situation, but it's basically 90% based on our personal experiences. I wish everyone can find their own happiness. To summarize our success, it boils down to sincerity, willingness, and fate. I advise everyone not to force someone to do something they don't want to do; let things happen naturally. If you're both willing, you'll eventually have the chance to be together.
July 9 , 2013That night, we met.
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