Barely Xavier focus on my huge boobs – 2

And there I languished between her legs, gently, ever so softly licking her until after a time I felt her responding once again. Only then did I again increase the tempo, the pressure, until I felt her spin off into yet another almost simultaneous orgasm. I don’t know how many times I repeated that process, losing track in the end of how many times she had cum. Eventually however, Xavier pushed me away, totally spent, exhausted, and honestly surprised.

Sitting up, looking down at her, I actually laughed, causing her some concern at first when I did.

“What’s so funny?”

She was so flushed, her face, her neck, but especially her cute little breasts. Her chest was beet red. “I think I will call you Little Xavier Red Breast,” I told her. Because she was, and because at that moment she looked so wonderfully vulnerable, so openly beautiful and spent. I wanted to devour her again, but she honestly wouldn’t let me anywhere near her…for a while anyway.

We fell asleep together then. It wasn’t for very long, perhaps an hour at the most. I woke up with her hand once again stroking my cock, making it stand once again stiff and straight. Once it was, she moved over to straddle me. I looked at her curiously. “Are you sure?”

“No…I’m not really,” she honestly answered. “But if I don’t do this now, I’m not sure I ever will either.”

Now to be honest here. It’s not like Xavier was a virgin with an intact hymen or anything like that. I knew for a fact as she’d eventually told me she obviously enjoyed masturbating with toys, and had been doing so for years. But this would be her very first time with a man, and I didn’t want to disappoint her for one, nor make the experience something less than what she was looking for either.

In a way, I felt very much responsible for whatever happened next. I was glad however, that I’d had an orgasm a bit earlier myself, I knew that I wouldn’t have any trouble coming far too soon the second time around. I was determined to last as long as it was necessary, in order to please her in whatever form that took.

Even then, I damn near caved in.

In addition to the silkiness of her sweet wet pussy, the mere thought of this being the first time ever she’d had a man’s cock actually inside her exponentially added to the heightened arousal of the shared moment between us. I allowed Xavier to set the pace, the depth, as she slowly lifted herself up, and then down once again, allowing herself to get used to the feel of my cock buried so deeply inside her.

It wasn’t long however before she was humping herself against me, thrusting up and down almost furiously, impaling herself on my shaft. I reached up, locating her hard little nipples, tweaking them, pulling on them with my fingers, increasing the pleasure and the sensation as she fucked me.

Once again when she finally came, she thrashed wildly about, crying out, her face, neck and chest again reminding me of the name I had given her. It was something I would always be reminded of now whenever I thought of her name, heard it, or saw her.

“My Little Red Breasted Xavier,” a slight modification of the original perhaps. But it was how I would always remember her after that.

Xavier was literally insatiable. And I loved it. As much as I truly enjoyed eating her out, and continued to do so as often as I could, fucking…for us, had become an Olympic event!

Xavier wanted to try it all, do it all…in every position imaginable, which we did. There were some of course that were awkward, even perhaps silly, but still we tried them. There were others too that we most often went back to do again when the mood for us was more combined with mutual satisfying pleasure, when that was indeed what we more than anything else, wanted to experience with one another.

One of her favorites, and mine, was when she would lay down flat on her tummy. It was an almost indescribable sensation when I would ease myself into that hot, tight little snatch of hers, my legs on the outside of hers, forcing hers together, only my cock splitting the distance inside.

I would then lay upon her, supporting my weight so as not to burden her any, but holding her close still, moving in and out of her, hardly able to move at times, though just enough. Only when the pleasure became too intense, would I then lift up, more sitting than lying, and then thrust deeply and quickly into her from behind. Xavier’s climaxes, her orgasms I think, and as she later admitted to, were the most intense this way.