Pinky Surprise

Thinking of You

I found your site on Tumblr. Someone reblogged a photo of you on another site. You were wearing a blue bra and blue and green panties, and I thought you looked hot, so I clicked through. On the first page you mention watching a video of a girl getting off, and that you want to put something in your vag. (I don’t really like that word, but somehow your blunt usage of it, the way you casually mention needing something inside you, it seems sexual, instead of clinical.)

I start paging back through your archives, looking for more photos. On page two, you are answering questions from your followers, telling them your bra size and sexual fantasies. One guy says he wants to spank you and cum on your ass. You like that idea.

On page three, I find a video of you sitting on your vibe. I watch you grind up and down, sliding it in and out of your pussy. I listen to the sound of your breath as you fuck yourself faster and faster. The video ends before you cum, and I am disappointed, but turned on.

By page four, I am stiff as a board. My cock is straining against my jeans. Below a photo of you spreading your ass, your toy lodged deep in your pussy, there is a post from you talking about how horny you are, and how you need someone to “drill your cunt.” I press my hand against my erection, inhaling at the pressure, and imagine surprising you by pulling the vibrator out, and replacing it with my cock.

Scrolling down, I find the next photo of you. You are sitting back on your bed, completely naked. The camera is positioned between your spread thighs, your breasts at the top of the frame, one nipple visible, and begging for me to wrap my lips around it. One hand reaches between your legs, fingers spreading your lips to show your clit. Between your fingers I can just see your trimmed pubic hair, very short, growing back around a small landing strip.

But what makes my cock surge and drives me to unbutton my pants and finally begin stroking is that your pussy is glistening wet and creamy. I can tell how turned on you are, and I imagine you taking this photo, and then typing that post begging for someone to drill your cunt. I want to be there, to rub the head of my cock along your lips, spreading your cream over my head before I push deep into you. I imagine your cunt wrapping tightly around me, as I slide slowly and effortlessly into your wet, creamy pussy.

I’m breathing quickly, feeling my cock stiffen in my hands, and my balls tighten. I just found your site 15 minutes ago, and now I’m about to cum from looking at your photos.

I imagine you sitting on the edge of your bed, legs wrapped around me, my cock buried in your vag. I start fucking you faster, the wet sounds driving me towards orgasm. I imagine your fingers gripping my shoulder, biting your lip as you watch my cock drill into you. I grab your tits and pull on your nipples and am rewarded by you groaning. I imagine you reach between us, rubbing your clit. You lean forward, your body tensing, and I feel a fluttering around the head of my cock, and then you get a bit tighter and wetter.

Leaning back on the couch, my hand is flying on my cock, my fingers rubbing against the edge of my head, swollen and hard in my hand. I breathe heavily and stare at the image of your creamy vag, and feel the familiar tightening in my balls. My legs stiffen, and I cum hard. My eyes are closed, but I can feel the hot fluid pumping out, running down my fingers and cock, dripping on my belly.

I catch my breath and smile as I click the “follow” button. I can’t wait to see what you post next.

Unexpected Birthday Present

She was dating my cousin when they both came to my birthday party. She was wearing a patchwork hippie skirt and a tight gray tanktop with no bra. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric, and I had been checking her out all night. She must have been aware, because she caught me alone in the hallway. We had barely met, and had probably spoken ten words to each other, but the tension was heavy in the air.

“I didn’t get you a gift,” she said. I forget what I said back — probably something lame about how we had just met, but she leaned closer and insisted that she wouldn’t feel right without giving me something. My cock was already straining at my pants, swelling at the implications.

“You’re dating my cousin… I can’t do anything…” I pleaded lamely. She frowned and started to lean away when I was struck with inspiration: “Let me taste you.”

“I thought we couldn’t do anything?” she purred.

“We don’t have to do anything… Just slip your finger into your pussy and let me taste you.” I had never felt so bold.

She leaned back against the wall and stared at me for a moment. For a long second I was afraid she was going to leave, disappointed that I couldn’t follow her lead, but then she slowly traced one hand down her chest, starting between her breasts, sliding over her stomach, and then under the waistband of her skirt. I watched her reach lower, and then bite her lip and inhale.

She leaned forward and brought her hand up to my face. She teased me for a moment, letting me see her middle finger was glistening wet, before she ran it along my bottom lip and into my mouth. I cought a brief whiff of her scent, and then sucked on her finger. She gasped a little as I sucked and licked, cleaning all traces of her wetness.

“Now, what are you going to give me?” she asked when I released her.

“I thought that was a birthday present?” I asked?

“Well, maybe my birthday is coming up soon. It wouldn’t be fair for you not to give me something after I gave you something so… personal.”

I hesitated for a second, and then reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I was terrified that someone would find us, but my cock was already rock-hard, and it popped out of my boxers. She leaned back against the wall and watched eagerly as I stroked my shaft, teasing the head. In just a few seconds, there was a glistening pearl of precum on the tip. I carefully rubbed my thumb over it, coating it, and then leaned forward and brought my thumb to her lips.

She closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and sucking deeply before letting it slip back out.

She smiled, wiped her lips, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday,” she said as she walked back to the party.

Exactly What She Needed

“I’ll let you cum in my mouth if you put your cock in me while I get off,” she said, unexpectedly. We were sitting on the couch together, watching a movie, I forget what. She was still wearing the low-cut dress she’d had on at the bar that night.

“Um,” I stammered, “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, have you?” She hesitated before answering, crossed her legs, then uncrossed them before turning to look me in the eye.

“Look, she said, “you’re cute, you’re only here for the weekend, you’re crashing on my couch, and I haven’t gotten laid in weeks.” She leaned forward, poking my chest, letting me look down her cleavage at her bright pink bra. “Now, are you in or out?”

Three minutes later, we were in her room, taking each other’s clothes off. I pulled her dress over her head, and she undid my belt and helped me step out of my pants. I took my shirt off, and she licked my ear as I struggled out of my boxers.

“Rules,” she breathed in my ear. “Don’t fuck me, and don’t cum in me. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I want to taste your cum.” She lay down on her back, ass on the edge of the bed, and I ran my hands between her legs. Her panties, some sort of thin mesh fabric, were already wet. I pulled them down while she removed her bra, freeing her large breasts.

“I’ve been having trouble getting off by myself lately. I need something more than a vibe or my fingers.” As she spoke, I stood between her legs, stroking my stiffening cock. I could see she kept everything trimmed short, just the slightest hint of a bush, all the short little hairs just long enough to point down towards her already glistening lips.

“I need something hot and stiff to fill me up, but I don’t want you to fuck me. I just want you in me. Just hold still, firm and deep, until I cum, then you can cum.” I stepped forward, rubbed my head up along her lips, and she inhaled sharply as I brushed against her clit. Moving back down, she parted slickly around me, and I slid easily inside.

Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip as I pushed into her. I slid quickly out, and then more firmly back in, and she wrapped her legs tightly around, holding my cock as deep in her as possible. I groaned, wanting to continue, and she grinned. Breathing deeply, we just held there for a moment, her pussy warm and soft around me.

She squeezed her tits, rubbing from the outside towards the middle, ending by pinching each nipple firmly. She softly moaned, and did it again, and this time I felt her cunt squeeze around me. Still cupping one breast, she reached up with her right hand and slipped two fingers into her mouth. She kept eye contact with me and smiled when she felt my cock surge in response to her pantomimed blow job.

I leaned back, grabbing her knees, and she loosened her grip around my waist, sensing that I now understood her need. Then she reached between us and began rubbing her clit.

Watching her was incredibly hot. Her breathing became ragged, and her eyes glazed. Her fingers moved in tight circles, brushing me on each stroke. Her fingernails, slightly sharp, nearly scratching as she began to move more frantically.

It probably only took a few minutes, but trying to hold perfectly still while watching her build towards her orgasm was very difficult. My cock was hard and tight, and I could picture my head, swollen and round, rubbing against her own engorged pussy walls. Every now and then she would gasp slightly, and I would feel her suddenly gape around me, and then seconds later, contract just as suddenly.

“Oh god,” she breathed, “I’m gonna cum.” She seemed startled, and her whole body began to tense, knees pulling upwards, her head lifting off the bed, eyes closed. “Now!” she gasped, “Oh now!” Her fingers stopped moving, and I felt a sudden rush of warmth around the base of my shaft, and then her pussy was tighter, squeezing, pulsing, pushing down around me. I had to push back to stay inside her, as she tried to straighten her legs. She groaned loudly and gradually loosened, laying back on the bed, breathing heavily.

After a moment, I shifted slightly, pressing my cock deeper into her. She moaned, and opened her eyes. As she looked eagerly at me, I realized that I was on the brink myself, breath ragged, heartbeat pulsing in my cock.

“Now,” she said, “It’s your turn.” She wriggled around under me, sliding off the edge of the bed. I slipped out of her, and as she came down to kneel between my legs, my cock came to rest against her cheek. It was slick with her juices and she playfully licked the length of it, flicking the tip with her tongue.

After a second of teasing, realizing she was going to keep going like this, I grabbed my cock with one hand and her head with the other. Not pushing her, just holding her where I needed her. She moaned happily, and opened her mouth as I began pumping. Everything was so wet and I was so hard, I knew it wouldn’t be long. She kept her mouth open, just at the tip, still licking and teasing with her tongue.

As I neared my finish, she continued making happy little moans and I realized that her hand was back between her legs, moving quickly. I gripped her hair more tightly, and she groaned deeply “cum for me,” and then I was. The first spurt ended up on her tongue, and then she wrapped her lips around me. I came hard shooting into her mouth, and then when she opened her lips, dripping onto her tits and belly.

After a minute, I staggered backwards and leaned against the wall, and stayed where she was, kneeling by the bed, licking her lips and idly rubbing her clit while my cum dripped down her chest.

“That,” she said, “was exactly what I needed.”

My Longest Recurring Fantasy

My longest recurring fantasy has to do with sneaking into your bedroom and fucking you while you masturbate. Often, when I’m getting off, I imagine you doing the same. I picture you laying on your stomach on your bed, on top of the covers. Sometimes I picture you naked, as if you just got out of the shower, warm and pink-skinned. Other times you are mostly dressed, your skirt hiked around your waist and your panties discarded on the floor, as if you got home from work and went straight to the bedroom.

But always you are laying on your stomach, with one hand between your thighs, fingers frantically rubbing circles around your clit. Your legs are spread, and I can see that your pussy is inflamed with lust, lips slightly parted, and glistening with your wetness. Your eyes are closed, but your mouth is open, and you’re breathing heavily. Your body is tense, and I can tell that you’re building towards a rocking orgasm.

In my fantasy, I have somehow managed to sneak into your room without you noticing. I am standing near the foot of your bed, watching you masturbate, and I am intensely aroused. My pants are off, and I am stroking my erect cock.

Your breathing is becoming huskier, and you’re making quiet little moans and sounds of pleasure as you build towards your climax. Suddenly, I hear your breath catch, and see your pussy start to clench as the orgasm begins to wash over you.

That’s when I step between your open legs, grab your hips, and in one smooth motion, pull you back towards me. My cock slides easily into your cunt, which continues to pulse, eager to have something to squeeze. Your legs, suddenly dangling off the bed, quickly grab for purchase, and you wrap them around me.

My sudden presence startles you, naturally, and quickly, you’re up on your hands, your eyes wide open, looking back to see who’s suddenly fucking you. Raising up like that shifts your weight back, but I keep a firm grip on your hips, and push my cock even deeper into you. You groan and close your eyes again as your orgasm finishes rolling through your body, and I hold you firmly in place as you rock slightly back and forth.

Eventually your internal throbbing finishes, and you collapse back onto the bed. You barely have a chance to catch your breath, however, as I start slowly fucking you. You moan in time with my thrusts and grab desperately at the blankets.

After your orgasm, your pussy is practically gaping open, and the room is filled with sloppy wet noises. This seems to turn you on even more, and suddenly your cunt tightens around me, and I feel a surge of new wetness around my cock.

The fantasy ends many different ways. Sometimes, after a few minutes, I grunt out a warning, and you quickly twist around, dropping to your knees in front of me. You suck me off, eagerly tasting your own cream on my shaft until I cum in your mouth.

Other times, you warn me not to cum inside you, so I pull out at the last second, my cum shooting up your back, and running down your ass. You always seem startled (but pleased) at the feel of my hot cum on your skin.

Most times, however, I just keep fucking you until I cum inside you. Sometimes you start rubbing your clit again when I come, other times you just moan happily when you feel my cock pulsing inside you.

This idea, of sneaking in and filling you up just as you begin to orgasm is a frequent fantasy of mine. I have imagined you cumming in every way imaginable, but almost always because I slipped my cock inside you at just the right moment, and that idea turns me on incredibly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go fantasize about you one more time.

At the Movies

We’re at the movies, but neither one of us is paying any attention to what’s happening on screen. The movie is a few weeks old, and there are maybe 15 other people in the theater, and none of them are sitting anywhere near us. The lights have been out for 20 minutes, and she’s whispering filthy things in my ear.

She’s wearing her work clothes, since we met here right after she got off. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost down to her navel, and she’s undoing her pants right now. The armrest between us is up, and we’re sitting very close together. I have one arm wrapped around her waist, and my other hand is inside her bra.

She’s telling me that she’s been thinking about me all day, and the more she thought about me, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet.

As she tells me this, I am squeezing her breast and slowly pinching her nipple. I feel her lips brush against my ear as she whispers, and I feel an answering surge of lust from my own groin. I slide my hand back, rubbing her hardening nipple against my palm, and she shifts her hips to press against me as she moans appreciatively.

She tells me that she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing she would see me today. She says she wore her favorite bra, the one that pushes her tits together and gives her great cleavage, just for me. She tells me that when she went to the bathroom before the movie started, she found out that she had already creamed in her panties.

I ask her to prove it, and she immediately leans back and slides one hand down her belly, and into her unbuttoned pants. She licks my ear, and then reaches her hand up, slipping her middle finger into my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, tasting the promised pussy cream. It is thick on her finger, and the taste is a hard-to-describe mixture of salty, musky, and feminine… and really turns me on.

With one leg hooked over my own, she reaches back into her pants and tells me that she’s lightly stroking her clit. She tells me about how she masturbates almost every night to fall asleep, climbing into bed, wearing a thin tank top and her panties. She says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, only occasionally slipping inside her pussy to bring her wetness out. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm is building, she imagines she’s sucking on a cock, and will slide two fingers into her mouth, desperately licking and sucking on them as she cums.

She’s starting to breathe heavily in my ear while she tells me that she likes to get fucked from behind, kneeling on her bed, with the guy standing behind her. She tells me her bed is exactly the right height for this — how she can rock backwards, feeling the guy’s cock deep inside her pussy, and then after he cums (either in her, or across her back), she can collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. She says she loves the feeling when the guy’s cum slips out of her, and onto her fingers, hot and sticky.

I can tell she’s getting close when she tells me that for the past few nights, her fantasy has been about me, her newest lover, fucking her ass. She says she wants to lay on her back, with a pillow under her butt and her legs hooked over my shoulders, so she can see my face as my cock slides into her. She wants to use her vibrator on her clit and cum while I’m fucking her.

Sensing my cue, I slide my hand down from her hip and into her panties. She leans forward and sits up just enough that I can slip my hand under her, and then she’s leaning back again. My hand is between her cheeks, and my middle finger is just resting on the opening of her pussy. I can feel her other hand moving in small, quick circles on her clit, and I move my finger in time, gently teasing her and getting wet before I slide back and find her ass.

She is ready, and my finger easily slides in up to the second joint. She inhales suddenly, and freezes for a moment, and then she’s moving again, pressing up against me, fingers flying on her clit, hips rolling in a lazy circle, and begging me to make her cum. She’s whispering so fast and intently in my ear, that all the words run into one another, “ohgodmakemecummakemecumcumcumfuckmepleasefuckmyassandmakemecum…”

I start moving my finger. Due to our position, I can’t really slide in and out of her ass, but I do my best, pushing deep into her and then pulling back to put more pressure at the top, and then pushing forward, rubbing against the bottom, knowing she can feel it in her cunt.

It doesn’t take long. Within a few seconds, I hear her breath catch in her throat, and she leans heavily against me, her head on my shoulder, rocking slightly as her orgasm rolls over her. I can feel her ass squeeze my finger, and hold steady, providing solid pressure for her body to react to. As it dissipates, and her breath returns to normal, I kiss her deeply and slip my finger out. She wimpers slightly and before we’re done kissing, I can feel her hand sliding up my thigh. The movie’s not over yet…

Caught in the Act

She was fingering herself when I opened the bathroom door. Leaning against the sink with one hand, her clingy purple skirt was hiked up over her hips, and her other hand was slid into her panties. Her eyes flew open in surprise when she heard the door open, but before she could say anything, I quickly stepped in and locked the door behind me.

Our office has two bathrooms, one by the front desk, and one down the hall that we share with some other businesses in the building. It’s a bit further away, so most people don’t use it. Apparently, I’m not the only one who appreciates a bit of privacy at times.

When I turned back around from the door, she was pulling her dress back down. Her face was bright red, and she was clearly mortified to have been caught in the act. She started to explain how she thought the door was locked, but her voice trailed off when I pulled her hand up and licked her finger. I could taste her pussy, and her breath caught as I sucked on her finger.

I stepped closer, pushing the small of her back up against the sink. She was about the same height as me, and I let go of her hand to grab her hips and grind into her. One leg pressing between her thighs, she let out a little moan. I brushed her hair aside and started kissing and sucking on the side of her neck, working my way up to her ear, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

I ran my hands up her sides and squeezed her tits, and she squirmed, rubbing her crotch against my thigh. I licked around the edge of her ear, back down her throat and nibbled on her collarbone. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards her. I wrapped one arm around her back, and slid my fingers into her hair, which made her shiver.

Feeling the pressure of my growing erection against her hip, she pressed more firmly against me and quietly breathed my name in my ear. I leaned back, keeping our bodies pressed together, but looking her in the eyes. She licked her lips, but her eyes were wide with uncertainty.

“Why don’t we finish what you were doing when I came in here?” I said. She nodded, and I grabbed her hips and turned her back around. She leaned against the sink again as I pulled her skirt back up over her hips. I knelt down as I slid her panties around her ankles and helped her step out of them. She spread her legs as I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. Spreading her cheeks a bit, I licked the length of her already wet pussy, and plunged my tongue into her, tasting her cream.

Sitting back, I licked my lips, enjoying a moment of anticipation. Then I slowly slid two fingers into her. Her cunt was tight around my fingers, and she gasped at the sudden sensation. I pushed forward, and then started to slowly slide my fingers in and out. At the same time, I reached forward with my other hand to grab her hand. I brought it back between her thighs and she started to rub her clit.

I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them and my boxers around my ankles. I stroked my hard-on with my left hand while my right continued to finger her. She had her head down, resting on her arm on the sink, and I could hear her breathing rapidly. Her back was arched, and her skirt bunched up around her waist, and I could faintly see the remainder of last summer’s tan line on her ass.

Quickly, I pulled my fingers out of her, rubbed her wetness around the head of my cock, and then leaned forward, plunging into her. She cried out in surprise, and I felt her cunt squeeze and then loosen around me.

For a moment, I just stood there, enjoying the hot grip she had on my shaft, and feeling her fingers tickle my balls as she frantically rubbed her clit. I knew this wouldn’t last long once I started, so I tried to focus on the details, to commit them to memory. Then I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. At first I went slowly, but feeling her hand moving around between our legs spurred me on, and before long I was plunging in and out of her as quickly as I could.

Her pussy kept opening and closing around me, alternately gaping so I could really only feel her lips sliding along my shaft, and then suddenly squeezing tight around me so that I could feel every bit of her wrapped hotly around the head of my cock.

She was trying to be quiet, but was constantly whispering my name, telling me to fuck her, and simply moaning into her arm. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, and arched her back. She cried out and leaned back so far I nearly popped out of her, but I held tightly onto her hips, and pushed my cock as deep into her as I could.

After a minute, she relaxed, leaned back down and moaned deeply. Incredibly turned on, I resumed fucking her now soaking wet pussy with quick, deep thrusts. She reached down between her legs again, but this time lightly took hold of my balls, and started gently rubbing them with each push.

“Oh my god, I just came so hard,” she breathed, looking up and making eye contact with me in the mirror. “Cum for me, come on, I want you to cum inside me…”

With all this encouragement, it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar building sensation deep inside. I groaned and told her I was about to cum, and then my body rocked with an orgasm. I gripped her hips tightly and pumped my cum deep inside her pussy.

For a minute, we just stood there like that, catching our breath, and then she stood up. My cock slipped out of her, and we both laughed. Leaning back against me, she reached her arms back around my head and sighed happily.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and went back to work like nothing had happened. We never spoke about it, and it never happened again, but I think about it every time she walks past my desk — especially when she’s wearing that purple skirt.

Teamwork

“I wanna watch you cum,” I said as I peeled off my shirt.

“Alright,” she said, tugging her pants over her hips, “but no touching. I don’t think your girlfriend or my boyfriend would appreciate that.”

We had a couple classes together, and had started hanging out several nights a week, watching TV together. We were both in long-distance relationships with someone in our hometowns, and we were both horny as hell.

When our show had ended, conversation had drifted to our significant others, and how frustrating the whole long-distance thing is. As our talk drifted into more sexual territory, a charge had started to build between us. We spoke frankly about masturbation, and what we fantasized about. The dam finally burst when she asked if I ever got off while thinking about her. I admitted that I did, frequently, and she said she did the same.

We talked about whether it was cheating, and when we decided it wasn’t, I suppose it was only natural that we suggest masturbating together. Which is how I found myself watching as she reached behind her back to undo her bra while I took off my boxers.

Both naked, we leaned back, facing one another across the couch. My fist was wrapped around my growing hard-on as I surveyed my friend’s body. Her shoulder-length hair, dyed jet-black to cover up the disastrous attempt at dying it green, was tied back in a simple ponytail. Her eyes stared hungrily at my cock as she slid her hands up her sides to cup her breasts. They weren’t large, probably a solid B-cup, and I watched as she pulled on her nipples. Inhaling, she let them go, and I felt a surge as I watched them harden and contract down to the size of a half-dollar.

I began stroking, squeezing the head of my cock between my thumb and forefinger. She quickly caught my eye, and gave me a half-smile before eagerly returning her gaze lower. Still holding her left breast in one hand, her other slowly moved down her body. Her breath quickened as her open palm slid across her belly and over her trimmed bush. Her legs spread, she bit her lower lip and slid her hand further downward, rubbing first her fingers and then her palm across her clit.

I rubbed my thumb across the tip of my head, where the first drop of precum had appeared. Slowly, she moved her hand in a circle, fingers together, keeping pressure on her clit. Keeping her eyes fixed on my hand moving along my shaft, she reached down with her other hand and carefully spread open her lips. I gasped involuntarily as I saw that she was already wet.

As she slipped her middle finger inside, I raised myself up off my elbows, sitting up so I could see better. I jealously watched that finger plunging in and out of her, and continued to stroke my cock. She added her index finger, sliding two fingers into her pussy, pausing only for a moment to spread her wetness over her clit.

The smell of sex was strong around us, that musky, sweaty scent arousing us further. She pulled her fingers out and moved her right hand around her leg so she was fingering herself from behind while her left hand rubbed small, tight circles around her clit.

I leaned further forward, practically kneeling between her thighs. I glanced up and saw that she was staring at my face. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily. There were increasingly sloppy, wet noises, and her breath caught as I heard the sound of her pussy gaping open and then contracting around her fingers.

Gasping, I felt a surge, and my cock throbbed in my hand. I squeezed my head and imagined what it would feel like if it was me she was squeezing instead of her fingers. With my other hand, I reached down and lightly fondled my balls. I watched her tits bounce a little bit as her motions grew more frantic, and I tried to match my stroke to hers.

Her breathing was heavy and rapid, and she was making soft moaning sounds when I felt the pressure start to build. Groaning, I closed my eyes, and involuntarily thrust my hips forward as one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had rocked my body. As the final waves rolled down through my cock, and I squeezed the last bit of cum out, I looked down and discovered that my last thrust had brought me further forward than I intended.

My cum was all over her bush and her fingers, which were still flying in little circles around her clit. She was making little sounds with each breath, and I watched, still holding my cock, as her shoulders started to shake. I stared, breathless, as my cum dripped down her fingers onto her pussy. She was rubbing it into herself. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she suddenly moaned as all at once, her hands stopped moving, her legs pulled shut and she rocked slightly back and forth, cumming, with my cum all over her.

After she caught her breath, she laughed and said “Next time, you’re gonna have to sit further away… or wear a rubber.”