Life, Love, Sex

New City

“Have you ever been to Chicago before?” I asked Jefferson as we neared Chicago.
“Yes, for work once.”

I nodded and turned back to look out the window and glorious Lake Michigan.

A few minutes later I turned to him, “Oh I’ll be having sex in a new state!”
“Very exciting!”
A pause. “Did you have sex when you were in Chicago?” I asked.
“You know, I was just thinking about that. I didn’t.”
“It’s a new city for both of us!”

I checked us into the room as Jefferson grabbed the bags. We went straight to the room and after checking out the unappealing view outside our window for a requisite minute, we turned to each other and started to kiss.

Jefferson’s arms wrapped tight around me as we kissed deeply. His hands reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the ground, my bra following suit. I pulled his t-shirt over his head next, rubbing my hands over his skin and kissing his chest. I pulled him against me and walked us to the bed falling back with him on top of me.

We kissed more before managing to get our pants off.

Jefferson laid down on the bed and I settled between his legs and took his cock in my mouth.

I was deep into my blow job when there was a knock on the door. Of course it was the hotel staff with the mini-fridge I had requested. Jefferson got up and dressed quickly as I crawled under the covers. It only took a moment before the fridge was plugged in and Jefferson was back in bed with me.

He grabbed a condom and pushed himself into me. My legs wrapped around him pulling him deeper into me.

We fucked for hours that evening like so many times before. The sun had already set when I had settled between his legs for him to finish in my mouth (because yes Mariel, blowjobs do end that way ). I settled in his arms as we caught our breath and made plans for dinner.

Brought to Tears

Adam: Do you want to cum?
Avah: Yes sir.
Adam: Why don’t you? Why not just disobey me an cum if you want it? Why do you hold back?

He asked me this Tuesday morning as we chatted online together.

Monday afternoon he had told me I wasn’t to cum until our date Tuesday night. Now, normally this isn’t too big of a deal- I can go a day or two without cumming; easily. Especially these last few months where my libido has been significantly less than usual. Except in basically the past week, it kind of kicked into overdrive. Thus making it harder for me.

And Adam didn’t just tell me not to cum and just leave it alone. No, of course not! He had to tease me and work me up into a horny frenzy. Monday he tortured me with words of how he was going to hold me down by my throat and fuck me; beat me; have me call him sir all night; use me as nothing but a fuck toy- rape me. Needless to say, I was sopping wet and humping my chair by the end of the night. And I still had almost a whole day to wait.

Tuesday morning it got worse- he had me stuff dildos in my pussy and ass and that almost pushed me over the edge. I almost didn’t think I could do it. I was so worked up and so close to cumming, all I would have needed were 30 seconds with my Hitachi. But before I could even give it a second thought Adam had me remove the dildos, once again denying me permission to cum.

So why did I obey?

In earlier years, I would have balked at someone trying to control me (even if it was something I wanted deep down). I either would have never agreed to such conditions or I would have just done as I wished and lied about it. But I’ve grown in the years I’ve been exploring BDSM and my submission.

I’ve learned now that it’s just plain more fun to do as I’m told. It’s entirely more satisfying to be obedient and submissive. Though it’s still so new for me actually. Adam and I agreed that our second date would be much more about my mental submission. I was to call him sir (I like using honorifics, though I draw the line calling someone master if they’re not my master); I was to arrive in lingerie he approved of, a dress, and heels; and my eyes were to be kept downcast that night.

Luckily for me though, I didn’t have to wait until later that night to get off. I had nothing else planned for the rest of the day, so Adam had me come over earlier.

And let me just say ahead of time, never underestimate the hotness of being fucked while still wearing lingerie and heels.

When I got to Adam’s, I immediately stripped out of my dress and kneeled at his feet, offering myself to him, as I was instructed. He pulled out his cock and I started sucking on it briefly before he grabbed me by the hair and pushed me onto the bed face down. My underwear was pulled off and my ass slapped hard a few times before Adam turned me on my back and plunged his fingers into my cunt. I groaned as he hit my g-spot and quickly got me off.

The next few hours went by in a blur. All I remember is a frenzy of sensations- Adam’s hands almost always in my hair or wrapped around my throat. His fingers would pull at the lacey fabric covering my tits and his mouth sought my flesh biting down hard again and again as I screamed and whimpered. I remember him fucking me from behind, my face pushed into the mattress as he held my wrists behind me.

Again- fucking while still wearing some underwear and heels= so.fucking.hot.

It seemed like either his cock or fingers were constantly in my cunt and his teeth biting some piece of exposed flesh.

His words circled my head as he either made me cum or cry out in pain- dirty whore, slut, fuck toy, his to use, hurt and fuck. I was very quickly put into gooey subspace.

At one point he told me to look at him and he spit in my face as he grabbed the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. I whimpered and obeyed as he barked at me to keep my legs open.

Then there were the quiet moments with my mouth wrapped around Adam’s cock as he worked at his lap top with the news of the Pope’s landing in the background and being put to some service making the beds and putting dishes in the dishwasher.

Eventually his fiancée, Emma, returned home from work. She was barely in the door before Adam told us to start making out. I think I’ve yet to kiss a girl that wasn’t a good kisser. He then instructed her to finger me as I sucked on his cock. He pinched my nipples hard and I moaned around him. After a little bit he pulled out and started to finger fuck Emma and ordering her to cum. He switched us around a bit and positioned me to be fucked as I ate Emma out. His hands dug into my flesh as he came. I was turned over as the condom was emptied on my face.

“Lick the condom,” he ordered me

I whimpered.

“Stick your tongue out and lick it like the dirty whore you are.”

I obeyed and licked the remaining drops of his cum.

When he was satisfied he told me to go wash up as I was wiping cum from my eyes.

We spent the next while ordering dinner and watching the Mets game. Emma tied me up in a chest harness type fashion and I sat on the floor at Adam’s feet to eat.

“Who are the starting pitchers?”
“Santana, Pelfrey, Perez, Vargas, and Maine,” I responded without a skip. “Wow!” I exclaimed, amazed how I just did that.
“Good girl, I’m training you to think like a submissive. Who’s the best pitcher?”

Crap, I didn’t look at the stats.

“Santana?” I guessed.
“Good girl. Who’s the worst?”
“Um, Pelfrey?”

I really had no idea.

“Who are the 2 new ones?”
“Uh…Perez and Pelfrey? No, wait, Vargas and Perez?”

He sighed and ignored me.

Part way through the game he quizzed me, “Who was Milledge traded for?”
“Shoot, um, Schneider and um…?”
“Think religious,” he said, wrapping his hand in my hair.
“Jesus?”
“Church. Pay better attention slut.”
“Yes sir.’

After dinner I cleared the dishes and wiped down the table then Adam told Emma to attach me to the cross in their bedroom. Emma wrapped a chain around my waist keeping me up against the cross and another chain attached to my rope harness for good measure. Adam came in shortly after and everything after just becomes a blur- I remember a lot of pain. Lol.

Adam had Emma attach clothes pins to my labia and oh God ouch. He told her to try to attach one to my clit or jewelry even. I whimpered in protest, but was ignored. She eventually found my clit though making me holler and dance.

“Ahh! Yellowredgahhhh!!” I screamed in the 2 seconds it was attached before being quickly removed.
“Do you need to be untied?” Adam asked me since I did slip a “red” in there. I’m still amazed my brain was even able to process safewords.

I shook my head no.

After that I danced uncomfortably as I lived with the pinching sensation between my legs as Adam wailed on me and Emma with fists, floggers, and other beating implements.

I continued to complain about the clothes pins and he told me he’d take them off if I asked him to do it with a whip.

I resisted at first.

He teased that they would go watch the Mets game then. I whimpered, just wanting the clothes pins off. I finally gave in and asked for him to take the clothes pins off with the whip.

But fuck I was scared. I was turned around and my hands were chained up because I kept trying to cover my breasts as he flicked the dragon’s tail at them. I screamed as he caught a good hard lick on my chest. He moved on, more interested in my pussy anyways. He landed his first blow higher up, on my mound and I screamed, trying to buckle over, but not being able to go far because of the bondage.

“Sweet Jesus!”

“What’s that slut?” he asked as he came over to comfort me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I tried to recover. “Are you seeing Jesus? Should we baptize you? Are you wanting to accept Jesus the Savior into your heart?” he teased me.

I shook my head no. What I wanted was for him to not flick that whip near my girly parts again.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he told me as he walked back away.

I stalled at first, shaking.

“Spread them you fucking slut!”

I reluctantly obeyed and tensed up as I waited for the next strike.

He aimed right for my pussy and the tail struck hard, knocking a few pins off. I screamed and started to cry from the intensity of the pain. I shook my head violently crying that I couldn’t when he wanted to do it again.

“Aww look, we made her cry,” he chided me as he came over. His one hand went to my hair as his other pulled the rest of the clothes pins off. My lower lip trembled as I kept a sob locked in the back of my throat. “But she’s holding it back,” he noticed. He slapped my face hard a few times and I started to let the tears go a little, but ultimately keeping it bottled up. I was too embarrassed to weep there tied to the cross as they both watched me.

Our play wound down as he undid me from the cross and had Emma and I get on the bed as he fucked us both to end the night. The rest of the evening was spent cuddled up watching TV quietly before I headed back home.

The Dumbest Thing I’ve Ever Done

I was 16, and home from high school for spring break. It was late, after midnight probably, and I was on the computer in a chatroom (it was only 2003 after all). One thing lead to another, and I was chatting with a 19 year old guy from a few towns over. And we started putting together a plan to meet that night. For sex.

When I was 16.

And a virgin.

Well, the plan was, since I couldn’t drive, he would pick me up and take me back to his place, where of course he lived with his parents. And you know, I don’t think I ever got a picture of him before the deal.

So I waited outside for him with my cell phone and hopped into his car when he pulled up.

And ew. He was so gross. Very heavy, funky hair that looked like it was thinning (at 19!), and he kind of smelled- a mixture of stale cigarette and old B.O. Yet off I went with him.

We got to his house (after stopping for cigarettes and condoms) and talked for awhile before doing anything. But eventually we got to the icky stuff.

We kissed, and I was grossed out having his tongue in my mouth. We disrobed, and I was totally uncomfortable with being naked with him. He went down on me first, and I really didn’t know what to make of it- it was warm and wet and just weird.

Then I went down on him and it was just as weird. I barely had a clue what to do. And he didn’t smell too nice down there, so I had to try not to gag. Then he came; in my mouth; all of the sudden. God, I was so horrified, I spit it right out onto the be.

We didn’t go any further than that that night. Thank God.

We dressed, and I had to search for my underwear, and then he drove me home sometime around 4.

But really, that was of course the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and lived to tell about.

(Note: Apparently it takes the boredom of class to spark inspiration to write. No wonder I couldn’t write during break then.  So maybe I can get lots written since I have lots of boring classes!)

Skin on Skin

I have so much to write about- there are at least 7 stories I have jotted down that I want to tell. Canings, fistings, dates. And then more randomness I want to write.

But where do I end up starting? With more recent events as it so happens.

It’s because of his skin. Jefferson’s skin- it’s so intoxicating to me. As soon as I feel his skin against mine, my head swoons and I can feel my muscles instantly relax, the blood rushing to the surface. My skin tingles and every brush of his fingertips or nibble and bite rushes through me like a zing of electricity.

I hadn’t seen him, or any of my friends for that matter, for weeks because of how much school work I had to do. The first thing I thought when we got naked was how much I missed his skin. And damn we fucked so good that day. I came half a dozen or so times.

I asked him for a back massage as it was so tight from all the work I’d been doing: spending hours in the dark room or hunched over my desk painting precise lines. God that massage was quite delicious. “I’m going to give you such a good blow job after this,” I said in the middle of my bliss. He just laughed.

But I wasn’t kidding. I’d been wanting cock in my mouth for almost 2 weeks at that point. And I sucked it like it was the last time I’d ever get to suck cock. And Jefferson came hard; so hard. God I love that.

He calls me his orgasm cookie, you know. It’s a name he came up with awhile ago, because Jefferson doesn’t generally end up coming a lot, yet he usually does with me. I have good timing I guess.

Then he took me to lunch and fed me (thanks naked Australian girls!). He almost played match maker, wanting to pair the little old ladies on our left with the little old men on our right. It would have been quite a coupling- so many walkers!

It had only been a few days the next time I saw him, but I missed his skin no less. I had to stop myself from devouring it.

“I love you so much,” I whispered as I kissed him gently.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” he replied moving his mouth to mine.

Soon he was rock hard and fucking me. He held me close and I buried my nose in his neck inhaling his scent. Mmm, coffee. It was gentle and sweet, the way we make love. I was slightly distracted by something on my mind, so wasn’t too concerned with chasing my orgasm at first. I just wanted Jefferson close to me. He went to push up on his arms to get a different angle and I suddenly clutched him, “Don’t leave me,” running through my head. It surprised me but I brushed it aside. Jefferson’s cock had found my g-spot, so I had a new distraction.

I was noisy as I came a few times like this before pulling him to me to kiss. We fucked slowly some more before taking a cuddle break. We talked about our plans for the rest of the day- a caning, a blow job and lunch.

Before the caning, we just had to fuck some more. He had me turn over and he fucked me briefly as he smeared some lube on my ass. I moaned into the bed as he pushed into my ass and started thrusting. It took me a few minutes to adjust, but once I had, I quickly moved toward orgasm. I moved my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit quickly, bringing myself to exquisite pleasure. That’s pretty hokey, but damn it was good.

“That was fun, I wanna do that again!” I thought to myself. (No lie!)

“What was that?” he asked me.
“What do you mean ‘what was that?’”
“Did you just come from having your ass fucked? Such a slut.”

Mmm. And then I came again, rubbing my clit even harder than before. And then I kicked him off me, having reached my limit. I was face down on the bed as I heard him change condoms but moved right back into kneeling position as I saw him roll the new condom on.

“Good girl,” he said pushing into me.

My hands gripped the sheets as he fucked me hard, hitting against my g-spot over and over again making me cum countless times. When I was sticky puddle of goo, he pulled out to fetch his cane.

But there was something else I wanted.

“Fist me?” I asked him. “If we can.”
“Oh there’s no if.”

He squirted some lube in his hand and with a few fingers went straight for my g-spot. Motherfuck it was good. I was instantly wailing as he rubbed it hard and fast. I nearly lost it as he added his thumb to my clit. All of a sudden he pulled his hand out and dumped a bunch of goo from his hand onto my chest. I thought it was lube, but nuh uh, that came from me Jefferson said! I squirted and didn’t even know it. (A little anticlimactic for me, lol.)

He put his fingers back into me and added more until he had all five in up to the knuckles. I breathed hard, concentrating on relaxing and opening up as much as possible for him. I felt Jefferson push his hand in further and I started to scream as his hand made it’s way fully inside me. I’m sure the neighbors heard me. I covered my mouth as I continued to scream into it as my pussy spasmed around his cock, getting used to the intrusion. It eventually relaxed and I told to Jefferson to move his hand some, but damn my cervix kept getting in the way.

It was so intense having Jefferson in me like that. I loved it. I opened my eyes every so often to stay connected with him. He came in to give me a kiss, but it put us at an awkward angle. Eventually it was the right time for him to pull out. Coming out hurt a bunch less than going in, lol.

He came to me and kissed me deep and started to fuck me again. He held me firmly as I came a few more times.

I eventually made him stop because I had to pee. When I came back from the bathroom his cane was out and ready. I laid face down at the foot of the bed and he started with the light tapping that just sends me into my happy place. He mixed in a few stingy swats as I started to warm up. Soon there was a succession of hard snaps on my ass making me moan and writhe on the bed. As they got harder, I reached for Jefferson’s leg and wrapped my arm around it. He rubbed my hair as he landed his hardest strike making me yelp and jump.

He walked around the bed tapping me at a different angle before grabbing a pillow and dropping it in front of the chair he sat in. I got up and kneeled before him, pressing my face into his chest briefly before kissing my way down to his cock. I sucked him hard and deep making him cum in my mouth in a short amount of time.

“I like the pigtails, by the way,” Jefferson told me at one point that day.
“Thanks, Lolita liked them like that, so I thought I’d do it again.”
“Oh, are you seeing her later?”
“No, she just likes them.”

As we ate our roast duck over lunch, I said to Jefferson, “Did I ever tell you about the time I spent Christmas in Paris?”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Oh, well, I spent Christmas in Paris my freshman year of high school and we had duck for dinner. So then, did I tell you the time a fireman kissed me in Paris?”
“No, but please tell me you have pigtails in this story,” he smiled, teasing me.

We parted outside the restaurant, kissing and hugging each other goodbye for the last time this year.

Darkroom Fantasy

Derek and I were the last two left in the darkroom. Everyone has gone home, but we stayed behind working on perfecting our prints for the final project due soon. We worked silently concentrating on the images appearing in the developing trays in the center of the room. Occasionally we would offer positive comments about each other’s work.

My concentration didn’t distract though the excitement I felt being alone with him. All semester long I’d eyed him wanting nothing more than to grab his dark, shaggy hair and make out with him. Every time he smiled at me all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him. As the semester progressed, I even started to imagine going down on him; what his reactions would be like; how he’d feel in my mouth.

Can we say oral fixation anyone?

We passed each other dozens of times, going in and out of the darkroom to check our prints in the brighter light. Eventually with our heads down, we bumped against each other dropping our trays.

“Oops, sorry,” he apologized, bending down to pick his up.
“S’ok,” I replied, reaching to get mine.

Squatting down we looked at each other and I got goosebumps as he held the gaze for a few extra seconds. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him right on the lips.

He pulled back, a little startled.

“Oh Go–,” but I was stopped as he kissed me back.

His hand took the back of my head guiding us to stand up. He pushed me against the wall and pressed himself close against me clasping his hands on my hips. My hands went straight to his hair, my fingers running through it, just like I had imagined all semester long.

He was such an amazing kisser. Of course he was. It was just the perfect mixture of lip and tongue action and just making out with Derek was making me so wet.

Our hips were dancing rhythmically together and I moaned as I felt him growing hard against me. I wanted that in my mouth, so badly. My hand reached for his ass, pulling him in closer to me.

Derek’s lips left mine in response, moving lower to my neck. He undid the button of my pants and slipped his hand inside, brushing softly against my clit. I moaned , squeezing his firm bicep and spreading my legs slightly for him. His hand reached further down and slipped a finger inside me. I moaned and clenched down and he slipped a second finger along side, all the while, never wavering his attention from my neck.

In that position my clit was rubbing perfectly against his palm. I was more than turned on and it wasn’t long before I was getting ready to cum.

“Harder,” I breathed in his ear.

He moaned in appreciation and got on his knees to get a better angle. He instantly hit my g-spot and I had to catch myself from screaming out.

“God, yes, right there,” I directed him.

I braced myself against the wall, my legs starting to go weak as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

“Oh God, fuck!” I whispered, trying to cum as quietly as possible. I slumped to the floor as my shaking subsided. He kissed me and fed me his fingers, fresh from my pussy, for me to lick off.

He got up and stood before me to undo his pants. He took his cock out and God it was beautiful. Tan, just like the rest of his skin, hard, and long. I got up on my knees, eager to take him in my mouth.

In one quick motion I swallowed him, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Oh shit,” he sighed, quivering.

I sucked hard on him, massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue, and swirling the tip when I got to the top. I took long, deep strokes, pressing my nose against his pelvis taking him deep in my throat. He moaned and grunted as I blew him, leaning his weight against the wall to keep steady.

I wrapped my arms around his hips, keeping him deep in my mouth. I sucked harder, letting the spit collect, wanting to make him cum.

And soon my wish was granted.

He lightly grabbed my head as he groaned, “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft as I felt it pulsing, shooting his cum in my mouth.

“Holy Fuck, where’d you learn to do that?”

I gave a sly grin as he helped me stand up. We started kissing again; I just couldn’t get enough of that mouth.

We could’ve gone all night, but were interrupted when we heard the door open in the classroom. We broke apart and quickly put ourselves back together, picking up our print trays to get back to work where we left off.

“You live on campus, right?” he asked me.
“Uh huh.”
“We should do this again. Soon,” he said, adjusting himself.
“Oh yeah.”

We were joined then by our classmate who failed to notice (or mention) that the darkroom now reeked of sex.

Hooky

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I don’t usually play hooky to see Jefferson. I’m usually good and make plans around my classes.

But he’s so busy lately with his writing, and I’m getting so busy with the end of the semester being here now, I had to find a way to squeeze something in. I was needing it bad.

My clothes were off within a minute of walking in the door. Jefferson and I kissed passionately as he started stripping me. I moaned as he briskly pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, throwing it on the ground. He grabbed me tight in his arms and kissed me deep. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues danced together and my fingers ran through his hair.

His hands tugged at my belt and undid my pants pushing them down to my knees. I kicked the pants off and Jefferson grabbed me to kiss me again. He started walking me backwards to the bedroom as we stayed lip locked.

“Ow, wall,” I giggled.
“Yeah, watch out for that,” he said laughing at me.

He pushed me on the bed and pulled his PJs down in the same quick moment. He climbed on top of me, his body covering mine and we continued to make out furiously. I tugged at his shirt and brought it over his head throwing it on the floor.

I moaned and sighed loudly. Jefferson was being so aggressive and it was turning me on so much.

He moved up me, straddling my shoulders, and fed me his cock as he grabbed a condom. I sucked hard on it, wanting to devour Jefferson. But he pulled out after only a minute, quickly moving to between my knees, and pushed himself deep in me, sighing loudly.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as his cock hit my g-spot.
“God, you’re so wet,” he noticed.

Well, yeah.

Jefferson immediately grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the bed. I smiled, loving the control he was taking over me.

I moaned loudly as he fucked me, but hard. His hands moved from my wrists to my breasts and he squeezed them tight making me howl in pain. I tried to push his hands away but failed miserably and whined in frustration. But before long I was gripping the bedspread tight and cumming hard.

Jefferson kept fucking me, his grip moving between my throat and my breasts. My legs were positioned which ever way he wanted them. I groaned and cursed as he just kept pounding into me. Fuck it was so freaking good.

I came another 2 or 3 times before we collapsed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We napped for awhile and I woke up to the feeling of Jefferson’s fingertips lightly brushing my shoulder. His hand reached out and took my jaw directing it up so he could kiss me. My cunt tightened with just that hint of pressure. I was dripping wet when his hand lightly held my throat. There was that submissive button being pushed. I was fucking putty at that point.

He stroked himself hard as we kissed, adjusting the condom left on from before.

“You’re going to suck me off now; or should I fuck you? Or both?” he asked me.
“Both,” I breathed.
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy or ass?”
“Pussy.”

He spread my legs and pushed into me roughly and I groaned in pleasure.

“Mmm, good choice.”

Jefferson fucked me even harder than before, pulling at my legs and slamming into me hard and deep. I moaned and cried out as it felt so.fucking.good. I nearly got fucked off the bed as my head was starting to hang off the side. He pulled me back up, moving us over. Up over his shoulders my legs went as he kept pounding me.

His fingers tugged at my nipples, actually more like squeezing them. Like a vice. I shrieked in pain and tried to push his hands away. He swatted me off and punched my chest and twisted a tit instead. Jefferson relented and I panted looking up at him staring down at me. I knew that look; he wanted me to cum. So I started chasing it.

I brought my hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit- it was just aching to be touched. I rubbed it furiously as Jefferson kept fucking me at a hard steady pace. In moments I was crying out and clenching down hard on him. My back arched as the orgasm rolled through me.

And Jefferson just kept fucking me.

He repositioned my legs in such an arrangement that he was hitting my g-spot with each forceful thrust. It was so intense; I just covered my face and cursed into my hands.

“Oh fuck. Shit! God! Fucking God!”

He leaned in just a little bit and my clit started to rub against him. That was enough to send me over again. I rocked against him bringing myself to another climax, this one 3 times as hard as all the others. I screamed as I exploded on Jefferson’s cock, nearly pushing him out. I twisted on the bed, grabbing at Jefferson to keep him doing what he was doing.

“Shh, you’re too noisy!” he scolded, covering my mouth.

I hushed a little and we went for another orgasm right on the heels of the last one.

“Baby, slap me,” I asked Jefferson.

He smirked at me and gave me a bunch of whacks on each cheek.

I came again, whimpering from exhaustion.

“I’m tired,” I cried.
“Aww that’s too bad.”

My legs started shaking as Jefferson showed no sign of letting up. I wasn’t sure I had the energy to cum again.

But of course I did. I felt it coming and I leaned up into Jefferson, holding on to the back of his neck. My clit was just being constantly rubbed and it was just totally doing it for me. I started cumming again and I laid back in the bed arching my back; my legs shaking, all jittery from exhaustion.

Finally, Jefferson let me rest.

“Ok, suck my dick now,” he said rolling to the side of me.

Sorta.

I laid there, panting, trying to catch my breath, waiting for the residual shudders in my cunt to dissipate.

“Yeah, ok, hold on.”

I got up on wobbly legs, slightly light headed and grabbed a few gulps of water from the bathroom faucet. I treaded back into the room, put my hair up in a ponytail, and climbed on the bed. I smiled at Jefferson and gave him a kiss before kissing my way down to his cock.

I kissed and licked the outside before taking it in my mouth. It grew hard and long as I sucked on it and let the spit start to collect. I wrapped my arms under his thighs and bobbed up and down trying to take him as deep as possible. Jefferson let out a grunt as he slid down the back of my throat.

I worked at a higher intensity knowing we were aiming at making him cum. It wasn’t long before we got there.

“Here it comes,” he managed to sputter out before letting go in my mouth. He grunted and twitched and wrapped his legs around my head, practically cutting off the blood flow.

And then he smacked me on the side of the head!

“What was that for?!” I asked when I was finally let up for air.
“I dunno, seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Why’d you hit me?”
“Oh perhaps because you were squeezing my carotid artery?”
“Hehe, whoops.”

Later that evening after I’d gone home, I managed to get myself horny again. With the roommate gone I pulled out my Hitachi and glass dildo and went to town.

It took me a little extra time and I started to doubt it was going to happen, but of course I managed to cum one more time that day.

Oh..oh…oh! My orgasm- A User’s Guide.

I decided to take a moment to talk about my orgasm, which actually wasn’t even on my long list of considerations of what to write about next.

Why am I writing about my orgasm? Well, for one, it’s awesome. Not just for me either. But it’s awesome for other people too. People get off on me cuming, which gets me off, and there we just have a delicious cycle.

Also because maybe readers might be curious what it’s really like. I write about how I cum loud and hard and such, but, really, what does that mean?

(It’s also a slight refresher course for any of my lovers who may or may not know what it looks like when I’m cuming.)

Let’s start with the build up. Everything up until the big moment.

I like foreplay. Because I need to warm up before I can cum, in a purely physiological sense. Literally, I need to get the blood pumping down there. This is the state of arousal. I start to get hot, and I would assume I get flush (though I couldn’t accurately say). If I’m enjoying it, my breathing will increase, my face will be relaxed (eyes closed often) and I’ll probably be moaning in some way.

The closer to orgasm, the louder I get. If I’m kinda quiet, I’m either just far away (like we just started, or I just came and we’re starting again), or we’re fucking (or doing whatever) at a low intensity. As long as I’m not grimacing, it’s all good.

An exception to the quiet rule is if I’m being all loud and we’re really hot and heavy and all of a sudden I go silent.  What’s happening is I’m holding my breath because I’m right there and sometimes I need to concentrate to get over the edge. If this happens- DO NOT STOP. Fuck me harder if you can.

Aside from sound, which is really the biggest indication of my impending orgasm (and the orgasm for that matter), there are some physical signs you can look for: curling toes. Like seriously. I get cramps in them sometimes because I’ll scrunch them so tight.

Stiffer muscles as I start to tense up.

If you’re in me, you may feel me clamp down. Contrary to popular belief, this initial clamping isn’t the actual event. It’s a precursor.

Depending on my mood I may or may not rub my clit. Don’t rely on this as a sign though. Sometimes I do it just cause it feels nice. Hehe.

I may or may not sweat as well. I don’t usually.

But here we are, I’m moaning, my skin is flush, I’m breathing heavy, my hands are gripping the sheets as I tense up, and I probably have a look of concentration on my face as I’m reaching for it- I’m right fucking there.

And here is a important piece of advice for you- do not stop what ever it is you are doing. Do not change anything about it. I hesitate to advise going faster/harder. The change of rhythm can sometimes fuck it up. But you could: pinch my nipples, squeeze my neck, slap me, pull my hair (if the moment inspires such actions). But only do it if you don’t have to change anything! Don’t change the speed, don’t change the angle- nothing!

And all of this brings us to the big moment. What we’ve been waiting the past possible 5-15 minutes for.  My orgasm

What it looks like?  A change in my vocals. It’s often louder, but it’s also slightly different, something picked up on with repetition. But it’s usually a mixture of more gutteral sounds (groans) as well as higher pitched moans. Expletives might make their way out as well (Fuck and God are the main ones).

And now is when I’ll really start to squirm. I like to arch my back. It’s like muscle memory for me. If I can’t arch my back properly, my orgasm isn’t always quite as satisfying (one reason I prefer not to cum when I’m standing).

I’ll either clutch at the bed or you, which ever is with in reach. I apologize if my nails dig into you.

If you’re in me, you may feel me clench down harder, and in a sort of pulsating way. Bingo, that’s the spot.

Here’s another tip- if you can, for the love of God, keep going! Unless I’m kicking you off, it would be wise for you to continue what ever delicious thing it is you’re doing to me. For one, you’re less likely to stunt my orgasm. Instead you can prolong it! And, if you keep going long enough, you can get me to cum again!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am known to be quite multi-orgasmic.

Let me bring up the g-spot clause at this point- things work slightly different when we’re dealing with my g-spot. The time line is more condensed and the signs are generally more intense.

Probably the number one key point to know is g-spot=loud. Plain and simple. From the first moment your finger or dick or whatever hits it, I’m going to be letting you know just how much I’m enjoying it (hint: it’s a lot!). With g-spot stimulation, it could take as little as 5 minutes to get me to orgasm. Hot, right?

Another key point is to absolutely keep going. It’s more of a necessity than a suggestion, here, as opposed to non g-spot play.  I’m likely to be a little bummed if you stop after the first one.

A second clause to consider is the fisting clause. Because that’s happening a lot more for me these days. Yay!

When you’re fist is fully in me (and this is easier for girls, or smaller handed people in general), I may tell you to twist it to hit my g-spot. This is just the ultimate of ecstasy for me. All that is needed is a gentle “knocking” motion and you’re really good to go. I’m probably going to be pretty vocal through this. Maybe a little quiet in the beginning as I adjust to the feeling, but after that it’s advisable to keep a pillow near by. Just in case. Because it’s quite likely I’m going to scream as I cum. And I mean that in the purest sense of the word.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

If I’m face down, I usually aim to scream into the bed. But if I’m face up, I might need a little assistance. A hand works well usually. So, if disturbing neighbors is a concern, take note!

It’s important that you follow any direction I give you during fisting.  Generally, that big screaming orgasm is all I can do, so I’m probably going to want to hop off your hand when I’m done.  If I’m saying let’s keep going though, and I haven’t crushed your hand (sorry Wendy!), by all means, keep going!

The third clause to take note of is the anal orgasm clause.

Chances are high that I’ll be fingering my clit to get me off.

Chances are even better that once I cum, I’m gonna want you out of my ass.

There you are, folks.  A user’s guide to my orgasm.  Use it to your (and ultimately mine) advantage!

My Big Comeback

And so we begin our stories first on Thursday night, before getting to camp.

I stopped going to the orgies this summer, starting with the night I broke up with Jefferson in June. I had previously been losing interest in them, and found that during the summer, it wasn’t that big of a deal to not go.

Except, I did miss my orgy friends.

When Jefferson mentioned Sinclair might be at September’s gathering, I immediately switched from “entertaining the possibility of going” to “possibly going.” As fate had it though, the orgy got moved a few nights later, so a lot of people couldn’t make it (you’ll come in October, right Sinclair?).

Even though the orgy tacked on another sleep-deprived night onto my weekend of debauchery, I really thought it was a great way to kick things off and get back into the swing of things.

I drove into the city, my car packed with things for camp, and found a spot a few blocks from Jefferson’s. I wasn’t planning on staying too late as I had to drive to my beach house still and pick up things there before heading down to Maryland.

When I arrived at Jefferson’s, I made my rounds of hugging all my girls hello (Wendy, Callie, Cody, and Lily), whom I hadn’t seen in months! I got caught up in girl talk for the first part of the evening. There was gossip time to be made up for, but even with that, I was in such a good mood, I wasn’t into as much (and boy do I love juicy gossip!).

A few more people came that evening, but it was still small and intimate; just the way I like it.

I smiled when Boymeat arrived. I’ve seen him a couple times at various events over the year, but never really got a chance to talk to him. He intrigued me though. And plus, he’s cute!

The evening got a little sidetracked with making some daisy dukes for Jefferson to wear at camp. After destroying the 1st pair of jeans, the girls finally got it right the second time.

During which, there was some coy flirting going on between me and Boymeat. I don’t even know what color my cheeks must have turned.

I have a habit of fidgeting with my buttons or belt buckles, and I guess I was doing it a lot that night because as one point he says to me, “You keep teasing looking like you’re going to undress.”

I blushed and glanced at the ground, taking my hands off my belt buckle.

I should’ve just undressed right then, but I got all flustered and shy! (Really Marcus, I am shy!)

It wasn’t long though before I was undressed as my ass became a target for a coin toss (really, should I even go into it?).

With people getting in various states of undress, the party finally moved to the bedroom (it was already like 10pm- we couldn’t wait any longer for Mark to arrive!).

A cute new couple jumped right in, and that was fun to see. Wendy had brought her ex, Franklin, and Callie had brought her friend, Sarah, and the two just hit it off immediately. It was sweet.

Wendy and I decided to have a preliminary BJ contest, with Donny being the judge.

Except, in natural Donny style, he was, well, a douche.

So much, that we won’t get into it.

But after sucking him off a bit, he was all into me, but I wasn’t feeling it so much. Sure he’s got a nice body, but God, someone take that boy’s talking tokens away for the Love of God!

What I really wanted was to play with Boymeat!

But put 2 shy people who are into each other together and…

Luckily, Jefferson made the 1st move for me! Lol. He suggested I do some more practice on Boymeat and I happily agreed. As did Boymeat.

He was sitting in one of the sex chairs and I knelt in front of him and took his cock in his mouth. As I was getting started he leaned forward as said if I did a good job, he’d cane me.

I looked up at him and glowed with excitement.

“Jefferson!” I called to him. “Did you hear what he just said?!”
“No, what?”
“He said he’ll cane me if I do a good job!”
“I guess it’s your lucky day!”

With a big grin on my face I turned back to Boymeat and resumed my cock sucking.

His hands grabbed my hair and I moaned as he tugged just so. And I gave him my Jersey best (which, is coincidentally the best!).

After a bit, he pulled on my hair and switched positions with me. He sat me on the chair and knelt down to lick my clit and started slapping my pussy. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before really, and I yelped and moaned as I got used to the feeling.

He growled at me, “Let it go!” as I moaned.

Fuck, that was hot.

He stood back up and fed me his cock again, his hand still firm in my hair. He was deep in my mouth as I sucked him firmly.

“Where should I cum?” he asked as he pulled out.
“On my chest,” I offered to him.

With a few jerks of his hand, Boymeat came spilling onto me, yet not quite my chest.

“And by chest you meant back and shoulder right?” he laughed.
“Yes of course.”

He grabbed me a washcloth from the bathroom and I cleaned myself up.

I was satisfied. I love making guys cum.

Next I fucked Donny. He was rude and I so felt like putting him in his place.

I fucked him pretty good. I topped him as much as he’d let me (enough to satisfy me really). And then I relaxed as Jefferson took over.

As we do, we soon turned to kink. Tilda had stumbled in tipsy from Cosmos and after a nice sound fucking from Jefferson, started getting flogged by Boymeat. And God that’s so hot to watch.

(Quick aside, Tilda is a sweet, beautiful lady I met at Floating World during Jefferson’s G-spot class. And I totally got to fuck her!)

The floggings continued as Wendy practiced on Donny, but he called uncle when Boymeat took over. Wuss.

(Yes, Wendy, I know I’m the pot calling the kettle black right now.)

I went down on Boymeat again and got to make him a cum a second time, after which he thought he should probably head home. I offered to take rain check on the caning, but he didn’t mind delaying his departure a little bit longer for that.

“Is it going to hurt?” I wondered.

You know me and canes. I love ‘em, but I hate ‘em at the same time.

“It doesn’t have to. I can do sensual.”

Phew.

Space was made for us on the bed as I laid face down and he laid on his side next to me.

He placed his hand lightly on my back and started nice and easy; a firm, steady rhythm to get me into that lovely head space. I sighed and smiled as I warmth spread through my ass.

I forget who in the room said it, but they thought it must be hurting. (Was it Callie?)

Oh no. “It’s yummy,” I told them.

I felt the strength of the strike increase ever so slightly, but it just got better and better.

One of my camp fantasies was to cum from a flogging or caning. I knew it was achievable because as Zelda was flogging me Sunday night of Floating World, I felt myself almost get there.

And there with Boymeat I felt myself going there again. And he knew it too. My breath got faster and more shallow. My ass wiggled, raising to meet the cane. My hands gripped the sheets as I squeezed my cunt muscles, bringing myself to the edge.

My back arched as I started to cum.

Boymeat hit me harder at a faster pace. “That’s it, fucking cum,” I heard him over my moans.

My hips fell to the bed as my orgasm subsided.

“Holy shit,” I panted, my eyes still shut tight. “Oh my God. Marry me?” I said turning to Boymeat.

He laughed, “I’ve never gotten that response before.”
“Seriously, you can do that anytime you want.”

He smiled as I kissed him thank you.

He got up to start getting to leave and I went to find Jefferson.

“Jefferson! You missed it!”
“What? What’d I miss?”
“Boymeat just made me cum- from a caning!”
“Wow that’s awesome!”
“Mmhmm…so you know, it’s getting kinda late- wanna fuck before I head out?”
“Sure baby.”

He followed me into the bedroom and climbed on the bed with me. As we kissed, we were joined by Mark. We love sharing a bed with Mark. He’s so dreamy! We cuddled with him for a bit (a constant theme for the weekend) before resuming our path to fucking.

Don’t feel bad for Mark though being left out! He quickly found himself having fun with Tilda next to us.

Jefferson and I kissed only briefly before he grabbed for a condom and positioned me on my back.

We fucked deliciously; my moans mixed in with squeals of delight coming from Tilda who was being attended to by Mark and Wendy.

I came a few times with Jefferson’s cock inside me, and again as it was replaced with his fingers.

I’m really such a cum slut.

My body was in the throes of pleasure (too much vamping it up?) as Jefferson fucked me hard with his fingers. Callie joined in and nibbled on my arm and played with my nipples. Wendy found a spot and started fingering my clit for me.

How awesome is it that I got to have 3 people hovering over me working on my pleasure?

Jefferson worked more and more fingers in me and I got louder and louder as his hand filled me. Wendy’s hand covered my mouth to drown my moans. Soon his fist was in me. I could feel it (and maybe he told me). Almost instantly I came, hard, letting go a blood curdling scream into Wendy’s hand. My body tensed and shook as my orgasm took over (wait, can it tense and shake at the same time?).

Jefferson tried to get his hand in a bit further, to the narrower part of the wrist, but I couldn’t take it. I yelped in pain and backed away.

One day, man. One day I’ll get a guy’s fist all the way in!

That was so freaking hot, really. But damn, what were we thinking fisting me right before camp?! Oww!

Again, more cuddling with me, Wendy, and Sarah as Jefferson ordered us a pizza.

Next time we’ll have to get 2 pies.

I would’ve left then, had pizza not been ordered. I just can’t say no to pizza. And holy crap that was good pizza! All the remnant party goers found beds to crash in somewhere after 3. I crashed on the couch, my alarm set for 6:40- just enough time to get up and get my car before the 7am parking time was up.

I stumbled to my car, running on only a few hours sleep and hoped the can of coke and the adrenaline of the arrival of camp would fuel me down to Maryland.

An hour and a half later, after making a pit stop at my beach house to grab some last minute camp supplies (like my toy bag!) I was asleep again in my bed to catch some more zzz’s.

I woke up, grabbed some diet coke and made my way to camp…

Oooh, I see….

Yesterday I spent another blissful afternoon with Jefferson.

A very blissful afternoon.

On Saturday I received an e-mail from Jefferson:

From now on, I’d like to ask you not to wear clothes in my apartment, unless I specifically request otherwise.When you arrive tomorrow, you will find my front door unlocked. Come in, and close the door behind you. Undress in my foyer, leaving your clothes where they fall. Then we can talk.

Mmm, yummy. I was sooo excited about Sunday. I knew it’d be tough playing in my lacrosse game after, but I didn’t care.
I got ready that morning, picking out something light and springy, taking the weekly phone call from my father, and packing my stuff for lacrosse that night. Oh and I can’t forget the camera Jefferson asked me to bring!

I drove in breezing through the tunnel and uptown with my windows down and sunroof open dancing and singing to some Eagles. I quickly snatched up the first parking spot I found. 7 blocks away, but it’s a beautiful Sunday, so it makes for a nice walk.

I made good time not hitting any expected Easter traffic. So I get to Jefferson’s building a bit early, and ring him to buzz me in.

“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me. I’m a little early, is that ok?”
“Sure come on up.” He says as the door buzzes open.

I walk the path I’m now familiar with. I walk in Jefferson’s apartment and hear the shower running. I set my stuff down and undress as Jefferson had asked. I look around the living room checking out pictures and reading some titles of the many many books on the shelves.

After a few minutes, I hear the shower turn off and see Jefferson come out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He quickly discards it in his room as he makes his way towards me.

“Hey naked lady”
“Hi” I reply as we embrace and kiss hello like long time lovers.
“Mmm your mouth tastes sweet”
“I was drinking diet coke.”
“Mmm, tastes good. Let’s move to the bedroom now and make out some.”

We walked back and I climbed into bed and settled in comfortably as Jefferson climbed on and found his way into my arms. We kissed sweetly, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

Jefferson pulled back saying “I want to fuck you while we kiss.”
“Mmm-k”
He rolls on a condom (a pink one I notice), adds a little lube and slips inside me. His mouth lands on mine again as he starts thrusting slowly. The tempo gradually but steadily quickens. Jefferson leans back on his heels and grabs my ankles lifting them up by his shoulders getting a deeper thrust. I moan and buck against him as he hits my g-spot again and again. After a some time the pace slows back down and we spend awhile making love, Jefferson’s body pressed against mine with my legs wrapped around his hips keeping him close and deep. I concentrate on tightening my PC muscles as he pushes in and relaxing them as he pulls out, since I know he likes it. “It’s like your pussy is already so tight and you can’t imagine it getting any tighter, but then it does! And it’s so awesome” he explained to me last week.

Eventually Jefferson pulls out and he pulls me into him spooning behind me. I melt into him feeling sooo comfortable and safe wrapped in his arms. I close my eyes to rest a bit but am not very sleepy. I listen to the city sounds floating in from outside (I don’t know how anyone sleeps in that city!). I hear Jefferson’s shallow breaths and guess he’s dozed off. I take in some more titles of volumes and volumes of books on his bedroom shelves. My eyes pass over the clock and I notice it’s already after 1. We had just been fucking for about an hour. I still am impressed, amazed, happy with, etc… with Jefferson’s stamina. Boys half his age will lose it or blow it after all of 20 minutes. No lie. But anyways, it was nice this Sunday to have a bit more time with Jefferson so we didn’t have to rush anything and could take the time to rest and snuggle close.

A few minutes later Jefferson stirs. I look back at him as he smiles at me and I roll onto my other side to kiss him. Then he grabs me and pulls me on top of him.
“Go suck my cock, I want take a picture” he tells me.
I move down the bed taking his cock in my mouth. I bob my head up and down swirling my tongue as I move.
“Look at me” he says. I look up, keeping his cock in my mouth and hear the camera click.
“Now smile” -Click- -Click-
He puts the camera down and I focus on giving him head.

After a few minutes he pulls out and says “How bout you ride me for a bit.”
“Sure” I reply as he grabs another condom. I position my pussy over his cock and lower my self down onto him. I work on getting a good rhythm going which I always find hard for me when I’m on top. We find a good one, as he thrusts up I sit down on him. I’m leaning forward over him since his cock hits my g-spot like this. I kiss his lips and chin, and rest my head on his shoulder, kissing it a bit too, and I taste the saltiness of his sweat. Call me crazy but I love that taste, lol.

Then Jefferson takes me by surprise pushing me back, wanting to change positions. I’m not sure where he wants me to move, so I just let him drag me to the lower corner of the bed. He pulls me so a bit of my butt is hanging off the edge, but then pushes my legs up and plunges into me, fucking me hard. I’m really heating up, but then feel a cool breeze wash over me relaxing me in to the rhythm of his thrusting. He’s doing the same thing as last week when I came. Same position, his cock hitting the same spot, with the same speed. I’m lost in his fucking, he’s pinned down my wrists and I’m just pushing my hips up against him trying to get his cock deeper, and trying to cum. I get close, but lose it, and this repeats a few times.

“Rub your clit if you need to” Jefferson says releasing my arms. I don’t immediately, I wait until I’m closer. As soon as I feel I’m on the edge I reach down and start rubbing as fast as I can. It still takes me a few minutes as I curse and yell at myself in my head. Just when I think I’ve lost it, the orgasm explodes through me. My back arches thrusting my hips up as I cry out. Jefferson wait a few moments for me to catch my breath before pulling out and setting my legs on the floor. I just lay still for a few moments trying to regain strength. Jefferson finds this to be a wonderful photo-op and breaks out the camera to capture my post-cum bliss. He takes a couple of shots from different angles before putting the camera back down.

“Would you like some water?” He offers me.
“Yes, please! I need to stay hydrated for my game tonight”
“Yes, of course that’s very important” he replies as he leaves to get the water.

While he gets the water I schootch back onto the bed and nestle into the pillows. I just love how Jefferson’s bed feels. I’m very big on beds and making mine as comfortable as possible. I always get compliments on how comfortable they are- lots of pillows and blankets and mattress pads. Well Jefferson’s bed is oh so squishy soft and the sheets are like velvet. I could just stay in that bed forever. He comes back with 2 glasses of water and sets them down on either table. I grab mine gulping down a few sips before settling into bed on my stomach. Jefferson bends down over me, spreads my cheeks apart and starts tonging my ass. Oh man, I love that, but sooo few guys do it, not that I blame them. I’ve never done it and doubt I would. But I enjoy it, and I really enjoy the long amount of attention Jefferson gives to my ass. (Gosh I would have cleaned soooo much better if I had known to expect this.)

When he finished he comes and lays next to me as I find my way into his strong arms. I love cuddle time. I haven’t really gotten to cuddle like this since I left my ex, Doofus, this winter. So I’ve missed it, and it does just feel so wonderful being in Jefferson’s arms, feeling his soft skin against mine and just enjoying the quiet time.

“I think everyone everywhere should spend Sundays like this” I say, “Forget chores and errands, send the kids outside, and I think God would be happier if we spent Sundays like this instead of church. This is just so perfect everyone should do this.”

We lay side by side for awhile, our arms around each other and our legs twisted together. I rest and listen as I hear light snores coming from Jefferson. I’m careful not to move so I can just let him rest. He wakes after only a few minutes and starts kissing me.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now” he tells me.
I just look at him, hoping he’s kidding.
“You don’t enjoy it much, do you?” he asks me.
“Well some times have really hurt and other have been just alright.”
“Just remember to relax and we’ll take it slow, so bend over”

Oh boy, we’re really gonna do this! I move to the side of the bed, getting on my hands and knees and turning away from Jefferson. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him while spreading my knees further apart. He takes a pillow and puts it by my head for me so I can be comfortable. I hear as he opens a condom and slips it on, the takes out a bottle of lube and applies a lot to his cock. Then I feel his fingers rubbing the cool liquid around my hole, a finger slipping inside to spread some lube there.

In a moment his finger is replaced by the head of his cock. I close my eyes and concentrate on relaxing as I feel the head on the outside getting ready to push in. I feel the pressure and I push out against him, wanting to make this as pain free as possible. Slowly his cock makes its way inside my ass. When he’s all the way in, he pauses to let my ass get used to the feeling. So far so good, it’s not bad right now.

But then again he hasn’t started pumping yet, and that’s when I usually start to dislike it and want them out as quickly as possible. The worst times have been when it’s hurt because they’re either too big, too rough, or we didn’t use enough lube. The better of the times it’s just been uncomfortable (it can make you feel like you gotta go, which isn’t such a sexy feeling) and I’m just putting up with it for 10 mins max for the guy.

A few seconds later I feel Jefferson start to withdraw and I wait for the anticipated uncomfortable feeling to come. But it doesn’t. A dozen times he pumps slowly in and out of me, and it still doesn’t come. I relax more, falling into actually enjoying the experience. I grab onto the sheets, trying not to slip off the bed. Jefferson starts going faster to a medium pace as my body is more adjusted to the feeling. Then he grabs my arms and pins them behind me, forcing me to rest my weight on my shoulders and face. He leans over me biting down hard on my back making me cry out in pain. He lets go only to move an inch and bite down harder.

He stands back up and starts pounding faster and deeper, his hips slamming against me and his balls slapping against my pussy. This is such a completely new and intense feeling for me. It feels good! Sooo good! I’m moaning and grunting into the pillow pushing my hips against him allowing his cock deeper access. I feel my pussy dripping and it tightens as I feel an orgasm build. An orgasm. From anal. I’m shocked, confused about how my body’s reacting to this fucking, but God I love it! I come close to cumming twice, but I couldn’t quite find it, but I’m pretty confident that will change in the future. After a few minutes Jefferson slows down and pulls out.

“I’m going to go wash up and when I come back I’m going to whip your ass, so don’t move.” Jefferson orders me.
I stay still, panting, obsessing over what just happened. I just had a cock in my ass fucking me hard and it felt so good I almost came. Wow. I try and stay still as Jefferson said, but I’m in an uncomfortable position with my knees spread very wide, my arms behind my back, and my weight resting on my shoulders.

Jefferson comes back in and I hear him getting things out and he’s fiddling with something. I adjust my legs since they’re getting tired.

“I told you to stay still” he scolds me.
“Sorry” I say as I put my legs back.
Jefferson comes behind and ties my wrists behind my back.
“These are some vibrating eggs, in honor of Easter” he says inserting them into my pussy and ass then switching them on.
“Mmmm” I moan. I adjust a bit, trying to get a bit more comfortable and steady for the beating my ass is about to get. I shift my weight off my shoulder and lean against the top of my head. I get a better view this way now, and I can see most of Jefferson as he gets ready.

I feel Jefferson’s hand land against my ass as he begins by warming up my skin. He soon picks up the whip and I jerk as it lands hard against my skin. he alternates cheeks, sometimes catching though in the sensitive part in the middle or purposefully aiming for my pussy. When I feel the hot sting on my pussy I’m careful not to lose my balance. I cry out each time the whip lands against my already on fire on skin. I’m conscious to not let myself move my hands to block the swats since I know that could make it worse for me. A few hits land on my back and I moan underneath them.

Then I hear as Jefferson drops the whip and picks up something else. He taps it on my skin and I can feel it’s the cane.
“Oh God” I cry before he even uses it on me.
The first few swats come down making me wince and jerk away. The next few land harder and I cry out loudly trying to twist away. He stops after only a handful. I hear him ripping open a condom then feel as he pulls the egg out of my pussy and replaces it with his cock. He starts fucking me hard holding the egg against my clit. Then he moves it and slips the egg inside my pussy along side his cock. I moan and grunt from this and buck back against him. He fucks me hard for a while, taking some hard slaps against my ass.

Then he pulls out and I groan as he leaves me. I hear him clearing off the chair and dropping a pillow on the floor as he sits down.

“Come over hear and suck me off” he orders me.
He watches as I struggle to lift up, my hands still being behind my back. I manage to sit up on my knees and carefully and gingerly place my weak legs on the floor.
I take the two tiny, but difficult steps (due to my legs being so wobbly from being bent over for so long) and kneel before Jefferson.

My mouth is bone dry and I need to get it wet before I can start sucking him.
“May I have a sip of water please?” I ask.
“Yes, here” Jefferson says holding the glass to my lips. I tilt my head and take in a few big gulps.
“Thank you” I say then take him in my mouth.
I give him my best stuff sucking hard, running my tongue up the underneath part of his shaft, and taking him as deep as I can. He rubs his fingers gently over my face and hair and I work even harder to make him cum. I move faster and suck harder as I hear his breathing getting faster.

“I’m gonna cum” Jefferson says as he pulls out of my mouth and grabs his cock exploding on my chest and breasts. I lean my head on his thigh, too tired to hold myself up. He leans over me and undoes my bindings. He helps me stand and guides me to lay on the bed. Then he walks to the bathroom with a wet washcloth and cleans his cum off my skin.

Jefferson climbs into bed and I settle back into his arms. We lay resting until I have to get dressed for my lacrosse game. I gush to him about how much I loved the anal. That it was sooo good it was I almost came from it good. I told him how I never could understand before when women would say they’d come from anal, but now it’s “Oooh, I see!” Jefferson was glad I enjoyed it and he also like watching my reaction to it. He then complimented me on my excellent blow job, comparing me to a gay man at a truck stop. It’s a good thing I’m told, lol. I then grab the camera and suggest we check them out. Most of them are really good, a few blurry ones, since my camera is ultra sensitive to movement.

I force myself out of the bed at 4:30 to get dressed since I have to leave in 10 minutes. Jefferson follows me out dressed in a t-shirt and pjs and sits on the couch watching as I dress. I slip on my undies and sports bra and follow it with my shorts and t-shirt.

“Oooh, I like. You look like a jock”
“Yeah, I guess, thanks” I say sitting next to him to put my socks and sneakers on. I stand putting my other clothes in my bag and am ready to leave. Jefferson comes over and we embrace tightly and kiss goodbye.

“Oh! I am free this Saturday!” I blurt out.
“Oh good! Cause I was kinda hoping I’d get to see you” he says looking at the floor tapping my feet with his like a cutie pie. I giggle.
“Me too.”

We kiss again as I walk reluctantly to the door and fall into it like I’m drunk. Not sure how I managed to play in my game in that state. I leave with a grin on my face, wishing now everyone did know my secret.

I check the time on my phone and notice a text message from my sister:
“Happy Easter! Hope the Easter Bunny was good to you!”

Oh yeah, the Easter Bunny was very, very good to me….