My GF; Fucking & How We Met Ch. 03

But then she began trembling, hard. Damnit. Could nothing be simple with this girl? I took off her bra as I stood back up.

"We need to talk more, huh?" I tried to force eye contact, but she kept looking down and away from me.

"No! I'm fine. Just a bit nervous. We can just turn out the lights." She shook like a leaf in the wind.

"You're not fine, Cutie. Nervous with anticipation is enticing, but I don't want you scared. So tell me." I wrapped her in a bear hug, somewhat frightened myself.

"You won't like me anymore if I tell you," she said to the inside of my shoulder.

"Silly Girl, the sex is happening, unless you give me a flat no." Even if she'd set the building afire, I was having her, "'I used to be a man,' 'I technically still am a man,' 'I have a horrible scar from where I used to be a man,' or 'I'm a Republican' aren't dealbreakers. If you're still married, about to be deported, or have committed a federal offense, a bribe will have you free and clear inside a week. Just let me know what's worrying you. So we can get to the fun part?" I petted her hair and rubbed her back.

"I can't cum," she admitted, shamefaced. She cringed against me, waiting for the hammerblow to fall. Waiting for me to give her some preemptive break up line and leave.

Not the hangup I'd expected, but I wasn't going to leave. (In a later conversation, I learned that she'd planned to fake an orgasm and hoped I wouldn't notice in the dark.) Nothing short of a pack of angry dogs would have kept me off her.

Now, modern experts agree that most women don't cum consistently from vaginal intercourse and some can only cum from oral or manual stimulation, however is there any way to conclusively prove that a particular woman in good health can't cum? That the right mix of watching penguins while wearing latex and hanging upside down eating an orange just hadn't been found yet? A sensual woman of twenty who'd only had three sexual partners certainly shouldn't be demarcated as anorgasmic.

If I wasn't careful though, our erotic evening could quickly devolve into a sex therapy session. I decided to work off the assumption that her past lovers were either selfish or inept, and see what a consummate lover could do for her. Although I don't understand the allure of virgins or proselytizing straight women, knowing that I'd be the source of this sweet, sexy woman's first orgasms was something beyond enticing.

Sue me, I'm cocky.

"Do you enjoy sex, Kitten?" I asked, neutrally.

"Yes. I just-" I didn't let her finish.

"No pressure, then. It's okay if you don't cum, this time or ever, as long as it's pleasurable." She nodded into my shoulder and I upturned her hopeful elfin face. ~~~"So *kiss* let's *kiss* just *kiss* fuck *kiss*." She beamed at that, her lissome face radiating relieved happiness.

I put her hand on my jacket zipper and unzipped it with her fingers. She took the cue and began undressing me, all excited like an addict with a chance to score. I liked the idea of being her drug.

She had me down to my skivvies in moments. Her breathing became audible when she freed my breasts from my green demi-cup bra.

"Can I-" I brought her lips to my breast and ran my hands through her silky blonde hair.

"You can enact any thought you like, Sexy." My breathing became audible too as she suckled my nipple lovingly. I held her tightly to me and encouragingly pressed my chest forward to get my nipple further into her mouth. Her small wet tongue circled and flicked my nipples while sucking and she left adoring kisses back and forth across the valley between. Her nimble fingers cupped and squeezed in tandem with her tongue. For minutes, I took a passive role, just letting her explore. My head lolled back and my heart pounded. Definitely wouldn't need to teach her breastplay.

I just patted the top of her head and she dropped to her knees on the hard floor, so I knelt in front of her and placed my folded jacket beneath her knees. I found her lips again and held her in a languorous french kiss, before rising to my feet and leaning against her door.

Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of my green frilly boyshorts and I slipped out of them, so that she had fully disrobed me. I spread my legs and bent my knees slightly for her.

She subverted my expectations once more. After her exhaustive attentions to my breasts, I thought she'd spend forever licking and exploring. I was prepared to endure (and to be honest, enjoy) her exploration, but because of her attentions to my breasts, I was already highly aroused and nearly ready to cum. I am not patient as a rule, and was agreeably surprised when her moist pink tongue stabbed at once through my curly red pubes into my pussy.

With shocking speed, she found my clit and sucked like a hoover. Not through the hood, but passed it straight to my clit with no warning. Her mouth on me felt amazing! But I also felt like she needed a warning.

"Good, good girl! Fuck! Ah! I'm gonna cum! I, I squirt when I cum, and damn, I'm gonna! Garrrrrrrrrr!" I kept her nymphet face pressed to my pussy as I growled through my orgasm. Then I slumped down the door onto my ass, legs still spread. She continued to lick up my nectar, even after a dispirited attempt from me to push her off.

Soon I became re-aroused, producing more liquid for her to lick up. Her oral movements focused and her tongue alternated between prolonged strokes along and inside my slit and quick flicks to my clit and taint.

"Keep licking me...Little nymph...So damned talented... Ahhhhhh."

My hips rolled with her as a powerful - but calm - climax built and broke with the wet and quiet force of the ocean hitting a jetty. I sighed as she persisted in lapping at my pussy. That time I was rather resolute about pushing her puckish tongue away.

I offered her solace by way of a kiss, dragging her body up mine and tasting myself in her mouth.

"You are amazing, Kitten. Very talented. A bit assertive too. Mmmm." We went on kissing lazily until I got my second wind.

"Your turn, Sexy." I carried my waif to her bed, laid her down on her back, and laid full length across her. We made out like that for a time, dueling tongues with her the clear and contented loser.

I held her hands above her head, interlocking our fingers. Then her slim wrists were held with one hand while I used the other to caress her ethereal face. I released her to prop myself up on an elbow and gently cup her chin to deepen the kiss. She tried to move her arms down once, but I told her no and kissed her again.

My kisses covered her pretty face, shapely ears, creamy throat, proud collar bone, perky breasts, well-formed arms, flat tummy, firm thighs, and smooth ankles. I worked back up and down her alluring body while she sighed, most intent upon her firm, supple young breasts. Rosy pink flawless nipples hardened at my touch, extending into my warm and welcoming mouth. I kept playing with her breasts until the naïve girl's sighs turned to whimpers.

"Roll onto your belly, Sweet Girl."

I slowed things down by kissing her slender neck, feminine shoulders, curving back, delightful ass, sensitive knee joints, and springy calves. Kneeling by the foot of her bed, I took each toe in my mouth and affectionately sucked them one by one. She squealed and wriggled, unused to such caring attention and growing arousal.

"Roll back onto your back, Sweet Girl. Do whatever you like with your hands, but keep your legs spread wide for me." I laid back across her and kissed her open, panting lips.

She giggled as I tickled her mons, then groaned as I caressed her labia. She seemed wet and ready.

I inserted two fingers slowly into her very tight pussy and began fingerbanging her tenderly while teasing her clit out from under its hood. Her hips rocked up and down with my probing fingers and she gasped each time my thumb rubbed against her clit.

The mewling girl's pelvis bucked more stridently as I curved my knuckles up and in, putting repetitive pressure on her g-spot.

The new sensations awakened a vibrancy in the angel beneath me. She moved against my hand and my entire body as though willing the experience to intensify to its maximum, to feel what she'd been missing. The walls of her constricting pussy clutched my fingers with each stroke as though it was trying to crack my knuckles in her need. Her belabored breathing was frequently interrupted with appealing interjections of "oh my" and "that's it" that made me strive all the harder to bring her satisfaction.

"Oooh...I think...I think I'm...ahhh...cumming...I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She screamed, exalted at achieving orgasm and with the orgasm itself. Her body shook through an extended climax, as if her freed body was somehow releasing a portion of every orgasm the beautiful girl had been deprived of in her barren sex life. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers while I gave her a few more strokes to reach the end of her ecstasy.

~~~I kissed her calm, then fed my fingers to her (with a lick of her honey for myself).

"Have you tasted yourself before, Sweetness?" I asked, innocently. She shook her head, still a little too sapped for speech.

"Well, we know you can cum. Boy howdy, you can cum. Moreover, you came from just my fingers in you, so you should be able to learn to masturbate yourself to orgasm as well."

"I don't um...do that."

"You don't touch yourself, Cutie?"

"No. It makes me feel...weird."

"Hmm. You shouldn't have to feel weird, Kitten, but I'm happy to scratch your itch for you when you need it."

"Will you stay here with me? At least for a little while?" Her honey-golden brown eyes looked timorously at me, filled with such vulnerability and yearning.

"Sweetheart, I'm waking up in your bed tomorrow morning and taking you to breakfast and work." I reassured her and she fixed me with her broadest smile.

She snuggled into me and entangled her limbs with mine, with her sweet head tucked below my chin.

"I love you," she confessed sleepily.

"Too soon, Kitten. You don't know me. But I like you very much." I caressed her hair and inhaled my girlfriend's scent.

"G'night, Baby."

"Good Night, Angel."

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Note from Nic: Their names are Kay and Jenny. Kayleigh Jane O'Brien is the redheaded corporate lawyer and Jennifer Gabrielle Johnson is the blonde children's pharmacy technician. Fuck this adolescent "my girlfriend" bullshit.

Note to Nic: Fuck you -- Kay, her girlfriend.

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I don't really need my girlfriend to rush home, but I love it when she babies me. Teeg's video isn't really that scary now that I know she isn't into it. I'm a little disturbed at how much the video intrigues me.

It's not the pain part. It's more the...I'm not sure.

"Kitten, where are you?" My girlfriend's home!

"I'm in your office," I shout back to her.

"I'll be right there, Beautiful."

She walks in already naked and enfolds me in a warm hug. We just stand like that for a while. And I feel safe and loved.

"Are you all right, Cutie?" My girlfriend sits me on her lap on her leather couch. Since she talked to Adrianne about how to communicate with people who are...different like me, she's been very careful to make me comfortable while we talk.

I feel her bush tickle my bottom a little, and her breasts press into my back. She thinks her breasts are my favorite part of her body, and I do spend a lot of time with them. They're big and bouncy with these pale pink nipples that get just a little darker at the tip and really long when they're hard. She also has deep red hair, sparkling green eyes, and long toned legs that I like. A lot.

Her arms are my favorite though. They're strong and gentle and home. My 0-0-0-0. It may be corny, but I don't care. I love my girlfriend.

"I'm fine. Just a little shook up. How was work?" Now I'm not sure if I want to admit how I feel.

"Work was boring. Let's talk about Teeg's video. Do you have any questions?" My girlfriend affectionately nuzzles my neck while she speaks to me in her lap. My legs are splayed around her knees.

"That woman, is she okay?" I can't believe something that cruel could be sexy? But she looked like she enjoyed it?

"Yes, Dearheart. Although she mayn't have liked parts of it, she probably enjoyed the bulk of it. Some people do. And Teeg would have stopped if she said her safety word, or dropped her safety object rather." I guess I should have known it was consensual. But who could consent to that?

"Do I need...Should I have-" I didn't know how to ask.I love that she loves me. I don't want her to want to hurt me, but I want to feel...helpless?

"No. You tell me to stop and I'll stop. Case closed. You don't need a safety word." She means it. But I'm trying to get her to...I don't know. "Sweetheart, did you enjoy things about the video?"

"I...Maybe. Yes. I don't want to be hurt like that, but I like how Teeg...had her." Would she think less of me for wanting...

"It's okay, but you're mine and I'm yours. That means more than just sex and fun. It means I get to protect you and look after you. And as your protector and look after-er, I'm saying no nipple or labia clamps, no hoods or gags, and no hot liquids. Well, except for mine," She added and kissed my neck again. "Now having you blindfolded and tied up with scarves while covered in whipped cream, that might be alright. Let's see who wins tonight, then we'll talk about it."

(At the end of game night every Tuesday, we play one more round. Just us. The winner gets to devise Fantasy Night on Friday.)

"You're okay with that? I'm not perverted or anything?" ~~~Her hands start fondling my breasts.

"Certainly no more than I am at least, Sexy. The idea of teasing you while you're all sightless and defenseless turns me on too." She rolls my nipples fondly.

"I've been a little bad though, right? I read your email without asking." One of her hands moves between my open legs and starts a tapping pattern on my mons with three of her fingertips. She knows exactly what I want when I ask if I've been bad.

"There's nothing in this house that's off-limits to you. I'm much more concerned that it's nearly 5 in the afternoon and you've still not dressed yourself. Did you even have anything to eat, Naughty Girl?" One finger dips inside me.

"No." I quivered.

"If you don't start feeding yourself while I'm gone, I actually will get you a nanny. Did you do anything productive today or have you been a bad little naked lay-about? " She nibbles and licks the cartilage of my ear.

"I've been a bad little naked lay-about." I gasp. Two of her fingers are now pushing in and out of me.

"So, my Naughty Girl has done nothing all day but get fucked and watch porn?" One hand goes to my hip and the other stays massaging my breast.

"I watched an episode of The Irresponsible Captain Tylor," I answered.

She broke character to giggle at me and couldn't stifle herself for several minutes.

"Just lay across my lap, you silly little adorable geek." She chokes out while still chuckling. I leap over her lap before she finishes speaking. Her bush tickles my belly now.

I love getting spanked. I wiggle my rear at her to tempt her, but she likes to touch me first.

She leans over and kisses each of my cheeks. Then she caresses them, my upper thighs, and my back with practiced hands. It feels good, but I kick my feet with impatience. She chuckles at that too.

"Mmmm...eager are we, Naughty Girl?" She licks from the base of my neck to the crack of my tush in one long stroke, "How about I indulge your appeal?" One hand lies atop my shoulders to keep me in place. The other rubs my bottom.

"Yes please, Baby!" I sway my hips as best as I can lying down.

"Count for me, Naughty Girl." Her hand comes down.

*Smack*

"One." She's started.

*Smack*

"Two." I feel the warmth now.

*Smack*

"Three." The warmth spreads.

*Smack*

"Four." I moan out.

*Smack*

"Five." I squirm in delight.

*Smack*

"Six." I bet my buns and thighs are a bright pink.

*Smack*

"Seven." I start whimpering.

*Smack*

"Eight." I spread my legs.

*Smack*

"Nine." She targets my pussy.

*Smack*

"Ten." Lands directly on my clit.

I continue whimpering as she traces the outline of my pussy and flicks my needy clit. I feel my heart beat everywhere she touches. My pussy is super sensitive and my body is totally wired.

"Bend over the sofa arm and stay put. I'll be right back to fuck you." She stands and leaves the room. I hear her run up the stairs two at a time.

I'm bouncing up and down on my tiptoes over the padded leather couch arm waiting for her. I've got butterflies in my tummy in the best way. She's upstairs putting on her strapon. I feel my clit throb while I wait for her to come fill me and I squeeze and un-squeeze my legs together, but just can't sit still. My elbows on the couch cushion help me keep my balance. And help with the bouncing.

After what feels like forever, I hear her bounding back down the stairs. It's probably only been about two minutes, but the anticipation is killer.

My girlfriend struts back in wearing only her eight inch strapon. She absolutely does strut. I love it.

She steps behind me. Her strapon flat along my left cheek. She kisses my shoulders, neck, and back. Her hands stroke up and down my quaking thighs and over my arched back.

One of her strong arms supports her weight on the back of the couch. The other hand goes to my hip for control of my movements. She lines up her big strapon with my soaked pussy and glides the head up and down along my slit. She bumps my clit each time.

My girlfriend knows that she's making me crazy with lust. She likes making me crazy with lust. I'm whimpering and humping backwards and all but begging her to drive into me.

"Do you want to be fucked, Pretty Girl?"

"Yes, please Baby?" I answer and scoot back toward her strapon as far as I can on my tiptoes.

"Okay then, Playmate."

I groan at the snail's pace as she does enter me. Always she's so gradual going in, despite my pussy gripping the strapon and trying to pull it in. I try to savor it, but I'm so turned on that I wish she'd just go to town on me. Soon she will though. Meanwhile, I whimper and shake in the slow exquisite torture.

I push back hard and she's finally inside me all the way. The full feeling is wonderful. It's like my body has been fitted with the last puzzle piece that completes it. I moan heavily and enjoy as she and I are both content and still.

She kisses, licks, and nips my shoulders as she pulls out just as deliberately. Only part way. She slides back in easily, because I'm so wet for her. She pumps into me with slow, short strokes. Then slow, long strokes. Then fast, long strokes.

She keeps making slight adjustments to her speed and angle the whole time she's within me. It's not enough to disturb the rhythm or disrupt my concentration. It does hit all these nice, sensitive places in me that I didn't know existed before her.

I match her rhythms and meet her thrusts. I easily take her length and am stuffed, but not crammed. Amongst all her other moans, groans, and growls, she makes a special grunting noise each time she strikes all the way into me.

We're both breathing hard. Her pace quickens continuously. Her free hand goes to my pussy, below the strapon. Her thumb works my still throbbing clit out from behind its hood and rubs it steadily to her riding me.

My climax hits me like a Mack truck. I lay twitching and shaking. My pussy clamps down on her strapon inripples while she reduces speed on her strokes.

She lets me enjoy cumming, but then her speed picks back up. She's aided by the fact that I just gushed all over her strapon. My girlfriend slides into me fast and hard. In minutes, she cums big too, growls, and falls on top of me.~~~