biman

I’d wanted to get together with my girlfriend for a few days. I needed the soft fragrance of a woman’s body. There’s also the excitement of anticipating the touchstone of the occasion. Every time is different with her. Sometimes, she’s rough, savage almost, full of energy, dominating. Then there are times when she’s almost diffident, turning her back, willing me to lick her, almost sleepy.

Sometimes, her breasts are the key. Other times it’s her clit. Or her bum, or her cunt. Whatever part of her is the dish of the day, she always guides my hands and mouth back there.

Yesterday was clit day. I know all women are supposed to be obsessed by their clitorises, but it’s not true in my experience. Yes, if you watch a woman wank, she’ll usually flick her button in some way, but put another person into the equation and all her other sensitive zones come into play. But yesterday was clit day. She has one foot raised up slightly, her legs parted as she stands, so I slide down and run my tongue up her thigh. I love the scent of a woman and duck under her skirt, kissing her cunt through her panties, just a hint of dampness at her slit and the faint trace of her pee perhaps. My cock hardens more as I press my face to her mound and grasp her buttocks to pull her hard against me. She grinds herself into me as my tongue outlines the slit of her cunt and the hardness of her little erection.

I adore the implied worship of her cunt. I’m on my knees before the altar of her sex. I’m hers to do what she wants with. I lick her some more as she pulls my head towards her, her skirt still covering me. I pull her pants aside a little so I can taste her flesh. It’s hot and damp. And so fragrant. I slide my mouth up and down her lips, the bitterness of her flowing fluids on my tongue. I slide my finger inside her and feel her g-spot and the muscles of her slippery fanny tightening round my hand. I’m lapping her clit while I push my fingers in and out of her. I knead her buttock with my free hand and she moans a little.

We break. I sit and slide off my shoes, my shirt, drop my trousers to the floor and pull down my underpants, my cock rebounding as I do. She slips off her bra (God I love that sight, her pert tits revealed as her straps slip down her arms). Her nipples are rock hard, as usual. I take one in my mouth and rub her clit and mound through her pants, then she pushes me back a little and peels them off.

My finger runs the length of her vulva, from her bum to her stiff clit. It’s soaking now and I rub my sloppy finger all round her button, then push two fingers into her wielding cunt. I need to taste her sex. I gently push her back on to the bed and push my whole face hard into her bush. Her legs spread and I can lap her without constraint. I can smell her on my face, now. Her cunt is all over me, her scent is in my nostrils. I lick her some more. She pushes me back and lays me down, her soft lips round my cock. She’s a great cocksucker and I’m soon close to cumming. I lift up and we kiss, a trace of my precum on her lips and her honey on mine.

She mounts me and her soaking cunt slides up and down my cock, her wetness dripping all over my balls. I suck her nipples and grasp her arse as she slides one of her own fingers up her tight bumhole.

She’s trembling now at the first signs of orgasm and her cunt muscles tighten. I almost cum myself as she rides my cock, her hot body pressed against mine.

I turn around and slip under her, her spread lips on my mouth, her honey dripping into my throat. I’m squeezing her tits as she slides back and forth over my face. Then she’s up again and kneels on the bed. I lick her tight little anus while exploring the inside of her fanny with my fist. She wants more and makes it plain as she guides my cock. This is the moment of uncertainty: I never know if she’s going to push me into her cunt or her arse! It’s her cunt, so my finger goes in her backside and she bucks against me. I’m over the first wave where I was desperate to cum but the tension in my balls builds again. She has a great backside and I nearly always cum when I’m fucking her from behind. I manage to resist and we collapse together after she’s cum again.

Her cunt is now in my nostrils. I love it when I smell of her: I just think it’s one of the binding elements of a couple. We cuddle for a while. As I kiss her tits, I catch the scent of her armpits. She’s warm and womanly and I lick her salty pits. Then she’s on me again, this time fucking me with her back to me. She puts my hands on her tits as she slides up and down my cock. She’s rubbing her clit and bucking my cock as I squeeze her breasts then gently rub her nipples. The delight of her soaking cunt is too much and I feel my spunk rising. I thrust upwards into her as she moans as my cum spurts into her. She rubs her clit into one last orgasm then flops on the bed next to me.

We cuddle for ages. Then it’s back to reality and we dress (one day, I must ask to dress her. I think that would be very sexy, putting her panties and bra back on!). I drive her back to work and I return to the humdrum of my work. Then I’m thinking: can my workmates smell her on me, because I can smell her so strongly. She’s on my face and on my fingers. She’s also on my dick. When I go for a pee I can smell her. I get a hard on every time I put my hand near my face because it takes me back to those electrifying moments when I’m kneeling with my tongue up her cunt.

At home, I sign on to my favourite websites and MSN. I get a message from a friend of one of my cock buddies. He’s hoping to get together with us for a threesome soon and we get chatting. We talk about what we like (I still smell of her and this adds to the thrill). I’m hard again so I offer to turn on my webcam. He says he can’t get his to work. What the hell, I like a bit of showing off, so the webcam goes on and the cock comes out. Her scent fills my nostrils again. She’s still there as I wank for him. My fingers and my dick just ooze her smell as I pump my hard cock and watch the image on the screen and read his appreciative remarks.

I have to imagine what’s happening at his end (maybe that’s better? Who knows?) He says he’s wanking himself so I put on as good a show as I can. I point the camera at my knob and peel the foreskin back. He wants to see my balls, so I pull the camera back to show them rising up and down as I wank. I tell him I can’t hold back from cumming much longer and he gives me the go-ahead to let my spunk fly.

My balls tighten and my semen flows out of my slit and down my shaft. A little pool of cum collects at the base of my dick, where it meets my balls. He’s cumming now, he says. I’m softening. It’s late and my cock is a little sore. I’ve been wanking for him for nearly twenty minutes. Combined with the pummelling it had earlier today, my fist’s pistoning has made me raw.

We say our farewells and tell each other how much we’re looking forward to getting our mouths wrapped round each other’s cocks. I slip my spunky cock back into my pants and let the aroma linger. Cunt combined with spunk: if they could distil and bottle it, they’d make a fortune.

I drift off to sleep that night with a dream of licking creamy cum from my girlfriend’s cunt. Sweet dreams.