A great night

22Dec07

I knew that Zizz would be getting home all charged up. Not horny, anything but, she had been working hard, and then had to drive home in a blizzard, tense. I knew she would want a glass of wine, chill time alone with her medication of choice, and then talk time. I have learned that talking is one of the best ways to make Zizz’s panties wet. Sometimes.

I was ready for some fun, not overcharged, but it had been about a week. Earlier that night I had stretched my piercing out a half step, prepping to move my Prince Albert up to a four-gage, not painful, just creating a general awareness of the ring in the end of my cock, and the head it circles.

We talked about excercise, and bodies, and her work, at first the details, then the fun stuff. The people she works with, the gossip – who is cute, who is skanking out for the holidays. She asked about the blog, asked who Vixen was, if I thought she was cute (Hell yes!) We talked about my little road trip, and her two not so secret admirers. We talked and talked and talked. By 2 am we were both tired, and I was ready to head “home” to my part of the house, no hints had been dropped, it was late, a school night, and what the hell, friends with benefits are not the same as zipless fucks, right?

And then again, perhaps not, because my goodnight peck on the lips was met with open lips, and then a hop up astride my hips hug, and “goodnight” has turned into “this part of your tummy, as it curves in to your hips and see as it goes down to here – so sexy…”

Ah, the new Zizz, who opens her legs wide and says “see, I shaved” who asks “dont you love my pussy,” but still asks do you like my pussy? ” meaning “bless it, praise it, lick me bite me suck me, rub me.”

I don’t often get her to cum by going down on her, I think I usually pace it too fast, overstimulate, but last night we got it right, (I think – I don’t always know with her clitoral orgasms.) I know she was ready ready ready for cock when I was done, I know she was happy to get on top, to control the entrance, set the stage. Her cunt was tight, as tight as ever, even as wet as she is, and those first delicious strokes were as full of sensation as anything I have ever felt. Then she gets impatient, full deep, and rocks back, moaning sighs, and we push together, rocking, then sliding and grinding, my head hard up against the front, g-spot rub. Hard hard hard, and her face is flushed, screwed up concentrating, all tense, a first little extra warm wetness flows down around my groin, our hips make slapping sounds as she rides, all focus and tension. A bigger squirt, she ejaculates over my tummy, a little spray, damp sheets. Now she needs my tension, my rythm to get her all the way, my hips are arched up, and my cock is hard hard in her. I grind her hips down with my hands, and hear and feel and breathe in her O, her chi.

She is content, but not satiated, and eager to feel my release too. I am close, and want the top now, she yields to me, taking me in and watches the sliding. Her legs straight, forked apart over her head make the right friction, a minute, building the pressure up and up, no need to damp down, clamp down, hold back, this is mine to take. When I am there, in the time of inevitability when the orgasm is pulsing down my spine I pull out, upright on my knees over her, and on her chest, one two three four, uhhhh five.

By three am, I was home in my bed.

This is vanilla with Zizz, this is one of the best I have ever had. Other times we have cummed more, felt more. So what. Other times we have done ten, twenty positions. Toys, whatever. This was just two friends enjoying another great fuck

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