The mother of my closest buddy – 2

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She answered back. “Give it to me Robin! Give it to me…spurt baby spurt, let go…feel it, feel it…FEEL IT!”

I was feeling it indeed. I was feeling the intensity of my first ever orgasm blowing off inside a woman’s cunt. The ecstasy and pleasure I now felt far surpassing anything I had ever known before. I could feel my cock lurching inside her, I could almost see the spray of semen bathing the inside of her walls. The slickness of her cunt as she now rode me, pumping it out of me herself, something I was no longer coherent enough to do, simply overwhelmed me to the point that I lost track of myself and almost where I was.

I wanted to cry, laugh…both as I drew her close holding her against me. And said instead, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? For coming so soon? For enjoying without being able to do anything about it, your first ever coital orgasm? Don’t be absurd! That’s the way the first one should be!” She informed me. “And keep in mind baby…it only gets better each time after that.”

**

She was right. After we had both taken a breather, and actually relaxed a little, sipping some wine, calming down a bit, I was surprised when all she had to do was crawl back up into the bed, lay on her back, and spread her legs again. Like a drawbridge coming up…I rose to proportionate heights and then walked over with a shit-eating grin on my face.

“Round two?” she chuckled.

“Oh hell yes…and then maybe round three even!” I boasted.

“Yes well…we’ll see. But maybe…just maybe,” she winked.

This time it was basically a traditional fuck. Me on top, her on the bottom…good old missionary. And maybe it was…basic in that sense. But it was my first time once again, experiencing that. And boy did I!

Maybe it was partially the fact that this time I felt fully in control. Certainly had a hell of a lot more stamina, and duration. But there was something to be said about being the one to do most if not all of the work (which up until now, I hadn’t been…though perhaps with good reason). Plunging in and out, taking my time, changing up things a little here and there, fast, slow, deep…shallow, just experimenting, learning my way around.

Bev just laid back, enjoying it…even when it was obvious I didn’t know what the hell I was really doing, she seemed to get a kick out of it, enjoying herself, and quite frequently finding a way to escalate it, make it feel even better.

It wasn’t long before the sweat was pouring off both of us. I had even rolled her over, now coming up from behind her in yet another traditional way, fucking her doggy-style, which I honestly and freely admit, soon turned into one of my favorite positions, and hers.

How I managed it, I don’t know. But she actually came, hard…though telling me just before she did…that when she did, there might be an unexpected surprise waiting for me…as she did.

She was certainly right about that. But as I’d come to learn, come to love and appreciate her, was she not holding back. That taught me something almost immediately. Giving yourself rather than wanting…or just taking, was very often even more pleasurable, more loving…and even more fun, than the actual orgasm itself.

Not to say I didn’t enjoy them when I did. Hell…I most certainly did. But watching her, feeling her…and now seeing her actually climax the way that she could, brought far more joy and pleasure to me than I ever realized it ever would.

Even when she sort of warned me what might happen just before it did, I didn’t fully understand it, nor comprehend it. But damn that was fucking hot! As slippery wet as she’d been as we’d fucked now previously, it was as though a dam had burst somewhere up inside her. I slid in and out of her with a rapidity I didn’t know I even possessed,

listening to her words, her panting, that hot crazy way she had of vocalizing herself using vulgarity, that when being used like that, the way she did, just seemed to heighten and intensify everything else.

“Fuck my pussy you bastard!” She had first said after I’d been really pummeling her pretty hard there for a bit…though obviously not quite hard enough. “Harder you prick!” She demanded, goading me perhaps, though if anything…it worked. Somehow, someway, I found the strength and determination to plow into her, almost hoping to ram myself out the end of her mouth in doing so.

“That’s it you precious fucker! Fuck me…fuck me harder…harder damn it! Harder! Because baby…I’m going to squirt all over you when I come!”

I only had the vaguest idea of what she meant by that. Hell I had seen the creamy, frothy side of things, and I had loved seeing that, loved tasting it! But I had NO idea! I was surprisingly hovering on the edge again myself, though I didn’t hold out much hope of having the same intense sort of an orgasm I’d already had twice now. Not to mention spurting much of anything except air perhaps even when I did. But low and behold…fuck almighty, when she came…she wasn’t kidding one iota about doing that. Wow…

“Oh baby…feel me baby, feel me come all over you!” She suddenly cried out, and then seconds later…began doing just that. Shit. Damn. Fuck! That was hot!

Her pussy…her cunt, just seemed to explode, all at once, all over everywhere, everything, all at once. Suddenly, this wet juicy spray just sort of pushed its way out of her cunt, with my dick still inside her. It forced itself out and around her, this cascade of almost clear fluid just bathing the two of us…along with the bed.

And then amazingly, I joined her again! No, I didn’t gush out gallons this time, it just wasn’t there. But even then I managed a couple of pretty good spurts, and then just a nice throbbing pulsating continuation of spastic dick-throbbing delight as I held still there inside of her. Still feeling this wonderful wet continuation of liquid delight making its way down and over my shaft as she poured out her pleasure against each of us.

“Holy fucking shit!” She finally said rolling away, well out of the wet spot…hell, lake she’d created, as she did that. “God babe…it’s been a while since I’ve had one quite that hard…thanks to you anyway!”

I was grinning from ear to ear…though I was also done in, toast, wasted, out of it. Finished. Even when she took me into her hand again, and waggled it about, it was as limp as a wet noodle.

“Good…he’s happy and satisfied, as am I,” she said, kissing me once again. “Now…be a good boy and blow out all the candles, and then come back to bed and sleep with me,” she stated.

Another first. I had never spent the entire night in bed with a woman before. Doing that when I came back to bed and found her nearly asleep already, was nearly as good as the sex had been.

Well…not quite really. But almost.

**

She was giving me head when I woke up.

“Ah…finally, I was beginning to wonder. Thought I’d killed you there for a moment,” she told me.

“What time is it anyway?” I asked. I had to be at work at nine.

“Seven thirty,” she informed me. “Why?”

And then I told her I had to work, that I’d best get up…get moving, take a shower. The scent of raw hungry sex still lingering in the air.

“Not before you fuck me again,” she informed me. “At least a quickie…but not here either.”

“Not here?”

“No…elsewhere within the house. Something I’ve always wanted to do, but never did.”

“Which is?”

“Fuck in every single room. Every one of them. And this is a big house. Think you can handle that?”

“Today? Every room?”

She burst out laughing. “No silly! Not all at once, but how about once a day…a different room, think you can manage that much at least?”

“How about…two rooms?” I confidently suggested it.