Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... friction is. How fast or slow.

Plus I wanted to face him as I rode John, so I could read his reactions and slow down, even stop when he got close. I needed his dick to stay hard to keep me distracted from how awful I felt about losing Ted to that bitch... Okay, to Sara. Also, this way John could play with my tits, and he had shown he was very good at that. His penis wasn't really big, but it was hard as a rock, and I was able to rub it on the parts of my pussy that felt best. When I got close to coming, John took the initiative of putting his thumb on my clit, and, even though he'd been too rough the first time, and then way too gentle after I had to correct him, he somehow found the sweet spot. And just kept rubbing, even when I started moaning and whimpering. Then thrashing and jerking. Coming!

God, it was SO good!

I rode him hard and fast, driving my pussy up and down his dick, making the sensations swirl out from my core and take my brain away! Perfect! Thank god he put his hands on my hips and held me down. Otherwise I'm sure I would have thrashed off him, and I just needed to keep that penis inside me.

As the orgasm went on and on I realized what was exceptional about it. What was missing, but perfectly missing. John's dick wasn't ramming into the end of my tunnel the way that Ted's always did when our fucking boiled over. While that was certainly amazing, it also kind of hurt, and though the pain merged with the fire from my vagina, not having it distract ...

... from the purity of the searing burn in my pussy was just the best!

I realized that, whenever I rode Ted, I always had to be restrained, to elevate a bit so his big cock wouldn't bash into my cervix. I could never really go all out, couldn't just go for the glory.

But with John it was just heavenly to be able to ride him hard, drive my pussy down full force on his dick. To feel the shock waves of fire as my clit compressed against his pubic bone. Then rub back and forth. Oh! So good!

As I kept fucking him hard and heavy, and my orgasm was finally beginning to wane, John suddenly pulled my head down to his and kissed me. I felt his lips quiver as his penis spewed, and I drove my tongue into him each time I drove my pussy down on his cock. He moaned into my mouth as he came, over and over, and there was a sweetness to it - he'd wanted to kiss me at the crucial moment - that I'd never experienced.

Mmm. The 3rd time was definitely the charm.

Then I had to go help make dinner and John had to go eat with his parents. We kissed and hugged a long time at the garage door. He told me to text him if I needed anything, anything at all. Ever. I said I would.

I shook my head in amazement watching him walk away. What had been the worst fuck of my life had somehow become simply fabulous. My previous worst was that time Ted just pulled down my shorts and panties, bent me over the sofa and fucked me doggie, hard and fast, smacking my ass whenever he wanted. But despite my not ...