Simon and Becky Ch. 02

As it happens everything was more than ok, it was brilliant. I'd just given a man with a big cock a proper blow job and swallowed his entire load. And there was no doubt that he had enjoyed it, as his cock finally stopped pumping and his climax passed, he let out a huge sigh as if he'd just eaten a massive meal and then slumped back into his chair, his chest heaving but with a beaming smile on his face. Simon surely was different to Bill. I looked up at him with a similar smile on my face and then clambered to my feet and tottered off back to my own chair.

For a while not a word passed between us. I was leaving Simon alone to recover, and he was busy getting his breath back, looking extremely silly with his jeans round his ankles and his t-shirt not quite covering a damply flaccid cock and a hairy bag of balls. But, after only a few minutes, without any warning or lead up, he stood up, kicked off his jeans and shorts and pulled off his t-shirt. A jolt of amazement and pleasure went through me when I saw that his cock was already beginning to rise from the dead, and now stood at about half mast.

Then, standing before me completely naked with his cock making jerky little movements towards the perpendicular, he looked across at me and abruptly told me to strip.

He caught me completely by surprise. "What?" I asked out of shock, though I'd heard him well enough.

"Strip! You know, take your clothes off, all of them. Get naked, like me!"

I was blown away, both by the sudden assertiveness shown by this previously passive person, quite a turn on for me at any time, and by the possibility of being fucked by his wonderful cock without me having to do the work. I really hadn't expected that, but I did as I was told and shrugged myself out of my dress before slipping my panties off and gingerly releasing my breasts from their encasing bra. Simon noticed my cautious undressing and immediately understood why.

"Oh, Becky, I am sorry if I made you sore last night, but you did encourage me." He looked genuinely contrite and I couldn't help but think that it wasn't so much me encouraging him to pull my nipples, but downright ordering him to, so it was hardly his fault. If it wasn't for the fact that they were too tender to touch this morning I would probably have asked for it again too. His treatment of them was brutal, but God, it was good.

"No problem." I replied, wincing again, "They're a bit sore today, so please don't do the same again this time. But it was worth it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He looked a little uncertain and rapidly changed the subject. "Now sit down, lie back and let me in, it's my turn to give you some fun."

He really was getting quite dominant, and it made my legs wobble.

After I'd settled down in my chair, lying back but with my bottom right on the edge of the seat, he came across and knelt in front of me, putting a hand on each of my knees to push my legs further open. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his cock, wanting to feel its entry rather than see it, and waited, and waited, but nothing happened. Eventually curiosity overcame my intentions and I opened my eyes to see what was wrong.

But nothing was wrong. Simon was kneeling before me, hands still resting on my knees and putting real pressure on them to hold them apart, but his gaze was fixed on my pussy. He was staring at it as if he'd never seen one before. Then, of course, I realised that he hadn't. Not in real life anyway.

I let him look at me for a few minutes, getting a real buzz from it in the process. I've got something of the exhibitionist in me, and to have a man staring so closely and so blatantly at my pussy was making my juices run - and knowing that he could see me getting wetter was making them run even more. So I quietly reached down with one hand and, using two fingers, I spread my pussy lips wide open for him to see my clitoris and my vagina more fully. He growled quietly deep in his throat at the sight.

For a minute or so more he simply gazed at my pussy, and then he slid his hands from my knees down the inside of my thighs until his thumbs could take on the job of holding my pussy open. I moved my hands to (gently) cup my breasts without saying anything. The whole scenario was extremely erotic.

I was now ready and eager to have him fuck me, and I sat back in my chair with my legs held wide open, just waiting for his cock to push its way past my pussy lips. This time I didn't close my eyes, I didn't want the same disappointment, and I was watching his face closely for any sign of what he was going to do. He looked like someone caught in the horns of a dilemma - a 'should I or shouldn't I' kind of moment. His assertiveness seemed to have deserted him to be replaced by his usual hesitation, but I wanted him to get on with it and my mind silently screamed for him to fuck me.

But as I watched his expression I could tell it was actually a different dilemma that faced him. I could almost read his mind. He looked as if he was wondering whether to go down on me or fuck me. His mind was soon made up, and I could almost see the decision being made from the expression on his face. I watched ecstatically as he slowly lowered his face towards me and softly placed his mouth over my pussy.

God, but he was good. His inexperience showed, but he made up for that by sheer effort, trying various pressures, places, movements, combinations of lips, teeth, and tongue, and anything else he could think of to give me pleasure. His tongue probed my pussy, its tip licking me as deeply as he could reach, then he ran it up and down my slit pressing flatly against my clit as it passed. He wriggled it all the way up and all the way down again, then he did the same thing but with so little pressure that it seemed that the tip of his tongue barely touched. He nuzzled deeply into my hole, pushing his lips into me as well as his tongue, before nibbling at my labia, my clit and even the tops of my thighs. Eventually he settled on my clit, clamping his mouth over it entirely and sucking it like an extra nipple. That drew it deeply into his mouth and to where his tongue couldn't help but move over the tip as he sucked.

I wasn't used to that sort of treatment and I was in heaven. I could feel myself squirming in my seat from sheer delight and enjoyment as he sent waves of sensations coursing through me. I moaned and sighed, squeezing as hard on my boobs as their tender state would let me, and I grinned like a Cheshire cat. As you can imagine, it wasn't long before he had me on the verge of cumming and my hips began to bounce gently in readiness.

Then when I did cum I screamed, really screamed. I had never had a sensation like that orgasm. It seemed to start deep inside my pelvis a spot of red hot itchiness and then intensified and intensified until it erupted like a volcano and burst through me. Usually a climax had definite waves of pleasure, but this was just one long high. I felt all my muscles tense up and my pussy went into spasm, squeezing and pulsing as if tightening on a phantom cock. My thighs knotted and my pelvis jerked and kicked far beyond my control. I was simply carried along on a tidal wave of emotions and sensations as my hands tore at the chair arms in an effort to gain some sort of control.

Slowly the strength of the feelings began to subside and I began to sob. I was not crying from sorrow or pain, but simply from the depth of feeling that the orgasm had generated. I was so happy I cried like a baby, tears streaming down my face and heart wrenching sobs coming from deep within my soul.

The Simon looked up, an expression of deep concern etched on his face – and my tears turned to laughter, laughter so intense that it was almost out of control. He looked such a clown. It wasn't just the worry in his eyes but that his chin and his throat were dripping wet as well, running with my juices that trickled down his chest in little rivers. I looked at him through tear fogged eyes and wondered at the amount he had caused. Then, even as I stared and laughed and cried I realised that no way was all that from simple lubrication. He had actually made me squirt. For the first time in my life I had cum so hard I had ejaculated.

"Are you alright?" He looked desperately worried, poor thing, so I nodded as hard as I could through my laughter and tears, trying to reassure him.

"Yes, - but your face, its dripping." I managed to get the words out before dissolving back into laughter. Now I was crying from laughing

"Now, if you'd told me to expect that, I could have enjoyed it" Seeing that everything was ok with me, Simon began grinning broadly, obviously very proud of himself for provoking such a reaction.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I didn't know myself. That's the first time it's ever happened, honestly." I looked down at him through my slowly subsiding giggles and tears with growing affection.

"No, I'm sorry." His grin disappeared. "I'm sorry for making you cry, even though I'm not sure why."

"Oh, you fool, you silly man," I was laughing again now, even louder than before. "I cried because it was so good, nobody has ever gone down on me as good as that before." If truth be told only my 'supermarket executive' had ever done it to me at all.

I reached down and hooked my hands under Simon's shoulders, pulling him up and into my arms. We embraced properly for the fist time, both naked and with his wet face against my wet face.

As I pulled him tight against me he shuffled closer on his knees, pushing against my thighs and spreading my legs even wider. We kissed deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as mine explored his, our bodies pressing harder and harder against each other, bringing pain to my still tender nipples but, more importantly, bringing the head of his cock in contact with my pussy.

I'm pretty sure I didn't push against him, and I can't remember feeling Simon thrust forward, but suddenly, without any help, his magnificent cock was sliding deep into my pussy. I sighed and he groaned, and we were making love. His thrusts were long, strong and meaningful, taking him right into me with only my widespread thighs preventing him from pushing his entire length inside me.

It seemed as if we had always been lovers, his cock fitted me so beautifully, filling me up as he thrust in and out, his majestic cock sliding like a steam piston in and out of my hot wet tunnel. At first he was slow and a little bit hesitant, but soon pure lust took over and he was fucking me hard and long, his cock banging into me, sending shockwaves through my body with every stroke. It was utterly fucking marvellous.

As we fucked my arms wrapped around his back, clutching him to me, and he cupped my face in his palms, holding it angled for kissing, allowing his tongue to pass between my lips in time to the thrusts of his cock into my body. The orgasm that built within me this time was different to the one that went before. This one was not so powerful, not so vigorous, but much more fulfilling. As it flooded through me I cried out again, but this time from pure pleasure rather than sensory overload, and made it so very satisfying was the fact that just as my climax was reached, so was Simon's and as his cum flooded into my pussy at exactly the time that my own dam burst and ecstasy flooded the rest of me. He may have cum only a short time before, but that didn't seem to affect his output, and I felt jet after jet of spunk spray into me, filling my pussy and even trickling down my crack.

When it was over we remained in place for long minutes, his cock softening within me, ultimately to slide free and rest damply against my leg. His arms were now around my shoulders as mine were around his back, both still holding the other tight, reluctant to break such enjoyable contact. His face swung round to me and he looked deep into my eyes, a little smile playing across his lips.

"Thank God you needed that pee." He said finally. We both smiled at his reference to the previous night and we kissed again, softly and affectionately.

I think both of us wanted that embrace to last, but stiffness and discomfort finally set in and Simon clambered to his feet, wincing at the pain in his knees.

"I must be getting old, you know." He joked as he went to sit back down in the opposite chair, lowering himself gently down.

I closed aching legs, mentally agreeing with him but determined not to show it, and watched him settle back with a contented sigh. But then, just as his back touched the chair he sat bolt upright again, a yelp escaping from his lips.

"Bloody hell, woman! What have you done to me?" He twisted round to show me his back, and revealed the two long sets of finger-nail marks with which my orgasm had branded him.

I felt guilt and remorse, but his cockeyed grin told me he wanted none of that, so I simply stated the obvious. "One sore back versus two sore boobs. Seems perfectly fair to me! In fact, by rights I owe you another sore back to make it even."

"And will you have the chance to get even, do you think?" He was looking very serious and not a little worried.

"I do hope so." I said, and I truly did. Then we smiled at each other in silent understanding.