Reasons 4 having sex!
written by:
Chris-t6290

Introduction: Heading off to the train station for a 30-minute journey to central London, I was in a better mood than usual. Chiefly because the new edition of a monthly magazine was due out today and so I had something to look forward to that would help pass the time. Going to the magazine kiosk, I looked on the shelf where it's always been displayed since I first noticed it, and sure enough, there it was, all new and crisp. Taking it down, the title if you're interested: ‘Just 4 women' (a woman's lad mag), I noticed a stand out article on the cover: ‘Reasons 4 having sex!' ‘Em, that sounds rather interesting,' I thought to myself, as I took it over to Dave at the counter and handed him a £5 note. Having taken the small amount of change from him, I walked the short distance to the platform where I soon boarded the next train and found a seat. Normally, I rifle through the pages until I come across something that catches my interest, however, today, I went straight to the contents page and found where that cover story was: p22. Okay, ‘Reasons 4 having sex!' 1. You're rescued by some James Bond type hero! Highly unlikely, the article summarises. 2. Make up sex! After an argument etc, but you have to be in a relationship, of sorts. 3. Because you're in a relationship and its expected. 4. Because you enjoy it! Now that, and the rest of the article, which explained it, I whole heartedly agreed with.

Getting into work, I showed it to some of my fellow secretaries, to see what they thought, and all of them agreed, as I did, with the forth point. There were, of course, many other articles and the such like, as you would expect to find, but this one played on my mind.

Back home that evening, I let a couple of close girly friends peruse it, and like my work colleagues and myself, they both agreed.

Out alone at the weekend, again, hoping to, but not looking to get laid, I ran into a guy called Nigel, who, on first impression, seemed full of it; he couldn't help but talk about sex, and inparticular the facts thereof, as, without realising it, we both had contrasting magazine viewpoints swimming around in our heads.

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Before I start relating what happened, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Claudia, I'm 22 years young, very single and very sexy; ask any of my acquaintances. Straight shoulder length auburn hair; no ditzy blonde bimbo me. Brown eyes, and nice firm boobs with my 36D-24-38 hour-glass figure.

Ordinarily, Jane and I go out clubbing and pick up a couple of young men ‘each', as is in keeping with my sexy single lifestyle. Not so this particular weekend, as she had to attend a wedding - as the bridesmaid; she assured me she'd tell me all about it when she got back.

So anyway, I was just finishing off my second B&C (Bacardi and coke) when Nigel sat next to me at the bar. "All alone, then, a nice girl like you," he said, pleasantly enough. A line I'd heard various times before.

Turning towards him, ready to give him my usual, ‘fuck off' brush off, though not with such unladylike words, I couldn't help but notice his sincerely warm charming smile and his sparkling blue eyes; plus, he was dressed in a two-piece suit!

"Hi, I'm Claudia, and you?" I enquired, giving him a sultry smile.

"Nigel. Look, would you rather be alone, Claudia?" he rejoined.

"Why, have you got someone to rush off to?" I said minxily.

"No. no," he asserted. And with that settled, we got talking and...

At some point I mentioned the article I had read, not consciously directing the conversation towards sex.

"I'd have to say there's a bit more to it than that, Claudia," he exclaimed. "The woman's pleasure for one. You know that 90% of women have faked it with men," he informed me.

Not me. No man leaves my bed until he's made me cum; no man gets to have me, either.

For the next however long, Nigel reeled off stats like he's some kind of sexpert or other, no doubt trying to impress me with his apparent over inflated ego.

"Okay, Nigel, I hear you." ‘Enough already,' I said to myself, taking a final swig of my third drink. ‘Let's see if he can match his knowledge with deeds,' I thought.

Intrigued to see where he was getting his information from, no doubt contrasting men's magazine articles, after we had something to eat at a nearby Macdonald's, I asked if we could go back to his place, with no indication in my voice that sex was ‘the desert'; it being just 9pm and plenty of time for me to catch the last train home, should I choose to.

Catching a train to a station that was three stops before mine, after a seven minute walk we arrived at his downstairs flat. Upon showing me into his lounge, with its many entertainment systems, a 3-seater sofa and one matching armchair, my gaze fell on a book case that had CD's, DVD's and Video's on it, along with a collection of books.

"May I?" I asked, wanting to see for myself; to which, Nigel simply smiled approvingly.

Going over to the shelves while he put some soft music on - the CD already being nearby, I realised - I looked through the titles of the large books: ‘The Perfume Garden', ‘Sensual Massage', ‘Loving touch', ‘Sex life', ‘How to keep your woman happy in bed', and ‘Erotic sexual positions', a quite tall book, which I took out and opened just as he handed me a drink.

"Thank you. I hope it's not strong, mind," I said with a coy grin.

"It's just a coke. I don't have diet, if you prefer," he explained.

"No, that's fine. Why, do I look a bit...!" suggesting that I have a need to be on a diet.

"No, definitely not, you're..." he rejoined sheepishly, almost falling over his words.

"You've got a nice collection of informative books, Nigel, especially this one. How many of them have you tried?" I said suggestively, the pictures, which were well shot, arousing my interest in the young man.

"They're just books that I mainly read, you know, to understand what woman want and how best to pleasure them," he intimated with renewed confidence, no doubt as a result of my not being embarrassed by them, nor intimidated by the fact that he had such graphic material.

"I see. So, where's your porn, Nigel, the real hard stuff?" I exclaimed almost wantonly.

"I don't know what you think of me, Claudia, but I don't have any," he retorted, suggesting that I had misread him.

"Sorry, Nigel, I just..." I apologised sincerely. "Would it be better if I went?" I proffered, though not wanting to.

"Only if you want to, Claudia," he said, hardly showing any interest or putting up an argument for me to remain.

"I'd be happy to stay, if that's what you want, Nigel," I iterated, and without being anyway suggestive, still with the book open.

"Well, there's a couple of positions I'd like to..." he started to say.

"Steady on, Nigel. I said I'd stay, that's not an invitation to fuck," I exclaimed.

"Sorry, Claudia. I do apologise," he profoundly excused himself.

"That's okay, Nigel, I'm just being a bit of a tease. You seem so shy," I averred. "But, let's take it slow, you know like you've hopefully learnt from these books," I said, before returning my attention to the one I had and then saying: "Which ones...which positions?"

Moving beside me, as I'd hoped he would, Nigel, tentatively at first, extended his hand and, without any noticeable objection from me, turned to a page showing a woman on her hands and knees being taken from behind.

"That's quite a common, if submissive position, Nigel," I told him. "One of my favourites in fact, especially with my partner holding my hips," I elucidated, while maintaining a slight air of decorum.

"What about that one, Claudia?" he asked, having turned to another page, his demeanour more positive.

"I take it you'd like to try that with me, then?" I proffered, as, and with him supporting the left side of the book, I moved my left hand down and lightly brushed my knuckles against Nigel's now prominent bulge.

"That's quite a versatile position," I said of the picture. In it, the woman had her legs almost pressed flat against her upper body and either side of her breasts.

"I dare say, Nigel, I could even come up with a couple of my own that'll surprise you," I intimated, all the while smiling at him as I continued to tease his responsive cock.

‘Em, reasons for having sex, because you enjoy it,' and now I most definitely intend to do just that.

I closed the book with my right hand and laid it on top of the others. With both hands free, I turned my attention towards Nigel and his erection. "Let's get comfortable on your sofa to begin with," I said, hinting at the bedroom later.

Having sat on the couch, expecting me to join him, no doubt, I instead eased his legs apart with mine and then knelt inbetween them.

"I hope you think I'm not being too forward, Nigel," I said modestly, as I reached for his trouser fly and soon had it undone.

"I've already had an inkling of what it's like, now I want to feel it and maybe suck it," I intimated teasingly.

Raising his hips, we both managed to lower his trousers and pants, and as we did, his warm erect cock sprang up, standing big and bold as it extended up from his wiry haired groin, his cum filled balls nestled against the black vinyl. No foreskin, I noted, as is my preference, while a small amount of pre-cum glistened on the mushroom head like morning dew.

Slowly moving towards it, still with my hand part way around the almost thick stump - I've had thicker cocks than Nigel's - I extended my tongue and swept up the sweet tasting essence. Holding Nigel's cock firmly, I tapped it against each of my warm, florid cheeks a couple of times and then kissed and languidly licked the crown for some duration, causing him to moan with pleasure when I began to suck it.

"Hold it for me, Nigel. I want to go down on you in way's you've only dreamed of," I told him, as, having released it, I drew myself up, resting my hands on his thighs with my part open mouth hovering above it.

"Let me do the work, Nigel; don't force me onto it, alright," I told him.

Twirling my tongue around the head as I lowered myself onto it, I moved my upper body down as I took more of his rigid erection into my mouth. With both my tongue and my lips relaxed against the warm flesh of his shaft, I slowly motioned myself down and then back up about half way, then down and back to the same position. Obediently, Nigel kept his hands around the base of his cock, now fanned out, no doubt hoping, wanting me to go lower; taking him in my throat.

"Emngh, emngh," I vociferated, basking in the pleasure I get from sucking a man's prick, wielding an amount of control over him as he strains, almost agonisingly, not to cum, even though that's what I want; but not just yet.

"Oh, oh yes, Claudia. Emn, like that, ooohh," Nigel moaned, a noticeable shiver running along his body as I took the head in my throat; my lips pressed against his hairy groin.

Holding my position, and breathing through my nose, I wormed my tongue out and licked his ball sac.

"Oh yes, that's..." he grunted, slipping into contented bliss as I continued, now flexing my throat around the head, almost milking it, before pulling back.

"I'm feeling sort of horny and dirty with it, Nigel. Would you like to fuck your cock between my tits, then cum on them and in my mouth?" I proffered, as I sat up and then began to unbutton my blouse. In response, he emitted a pleasant and contented smile of agreement; God was I horny and in need of being laid right now.

With my chemise and bra soon removed, I dribbled some of the saliva, which had built up from having his cock down me, onto between my cleavage. I then took Nigel's firm fat prick in my hand, and having slapped it against my fulsome breasts a couple of times, I nestled it inbetween my shapely 36D tits and lightly pressed them against it.

"You ever done this before, Nigel?" I asked, noticing his hesitancy to motion himself up and down between them as I was poised with my mouth open in readiness to receive both the turgid head of his cock and his sweet tasting jism.

"You no doubt wanted to cum a minute ago, just let it happen...fuck my tits, Nigel," I said conducively.

That did it, and he immediately began sliding his cock up and down, building up a nice rhythm that would some cause him to climax.

"Oh yes, Nigel, that's it, like that," I exuberated, sensing his turgid shaft begin to throb.

Presently, and with my chin lowered and my mouth open - every so often catching the head between my lips - Nigel shot his thick creamy cum upwards in a flurry. The first stream hitting my nose before dripping down; after that, I took it into my mouth and accepted the remainder.

Then, once he'd finished cumming, I released his wilting cock and dribbled some of his salty spunk onto my tits.

"Emn, you taste lovely, Nigel," I extolled, only to then raise each of my breasts in turn and lick his cool sticky semen from them.

"Wow...I mean Wow, Claudia, you're incredibly sexy. No woman's ever done that before, you're fucking amazing!" he exclaimed.

"What say we go to your bedroom, and you can show me your undivided appreciation," I suggested.

"Most certainly, most certainly indeed," he agreed effusively, and helping me up, Nigel lead me to his playroom.

Fuck the overall description, dear reader, it had a double bed with an ornate, as such, chrome plated metal headboard, and a double sided wardrobe with mirrors on the doors and a mirror at the back of the dresser inbetween it, facing the bed; ‘so, Nigel likes to watch, then,' the kinky so and so.

"Let me undress you, Nigel, then you can do the same for me as you explore my body," I proffered, having sat on the comfortable yet springy mattress.

Sat down beside me, I removed his jacket, then undid his tie, followed by his shirt, all of which he then placed on a nearby chair.

With him stood up, I again undid his trousers and, having he slipped of his shoes, lowered them down for him to step out of.

"Em, maybe keep your pants on for a bit, and your socks, I don't mind," I assured him, though some women prefer their man to remove them.

"How do you want me?" I said, sat there with my skirt and 4 inch heel shoes on, dying to be fucked, but not until he's made me cum.

Leaning over me, Nigel moved his lips to mine, his brown eyes gazing into my glazed blue ones. I felt my heart beating against my breast; my breathing coming in short fits as our lips met. ‘Emn, yes' I thought, as his tongue explored my mouth, slipping and sliding, a hint of how it would feel in my ever moist cunt!

God, I love that word. So obscene and yet derogatory when ill used, but yes, my cunt, and it would welcome his tongue, which is presently exploring my mouth, along with his lovely thick cock.

"Emnn, emnn," I moaned and sighed, our tongues entwined in loves hot, fevered dance; Nigel, his hand cradling my head, slowly lowering me to the coverall. Feeling sure he's tasted the vestiges of his cum, he took his lips from me and slowly kissed down my body: my chin from which it had dribbled, then my neck followed by the slope of my breasts, which had a notable sheen upon them.

"You don't..." I started to say, suggesting he didn't have to, but he'd already covered the area with his lips. "Oooh, Nigel, emn, more, like that for me," I squirmed.

Taking the rosy bud between his lips, Nigel pleasurably sucked on it, sending vibrant sensations to my pulsating clit, which, what with my abundant horniness had become quite rigid, pushed against my black silky thong. After he'd released it, I noticed how hard and erect he'd made the nipple; an amazing feat, I must say.

Slowly, tantalizingly moving to the other globe, with me transfixed to his every movement, Nigel licked around its areola, causing me to sigh, and then gasp for air as he sucked the teat into his mouth.

He then did something, which resulted in an almost vibrating feeling towards it, and one that seared down and up my body, setting off pin pricks of pleasure in my brain and cervix. ‘God, he was gonna make me cum, from this alone' I realised; thanks no doubt to his books.

"God, I want to cum, Nigel, I'm almost there with what you're doing," I told him, hoping he had one last exhilarating move, and yes he did.

"Oh God, yes, fuck yes," I squealed, my body convulsing as my tit hung in his mouth, his guarded teeth grazing it as he, with his hands around the firm flesh, motioned his mouth from side to side. ‘God, it was ecstatic.'

"Emn, that was lovely, Nigel," I commended, as he released my now swollen nub. "My cunt needs some attention now, then I want your fat fucking cock inside it," I elucidated, my body trembling in response to my use of such otherwise vulgar words.

"You like to talk dirty, then," he rejoined.

"I like to fuck dirty as well, and, I note that you like to watch, Nigel," I said, emitting a lurid smile of wanting him to.

Removing my shoes, it being summer I had no need for stockings, Nigel, with my right foot cradled in his hand, kissed along the bottom of my foot, going from the heel to my toes, which he kissed individually before taking them all into his mouth and playfully sliding his warm tongue around and inbetween them.

With his hand on the thigh of my straightened yet angled leg, he drew me closer, my body sliding with the coverall over the duvet below until my leg was pointing straight up. In doing so, my skirt had hitched up, almost pooling below my svelte waist; my thong with its noticeable moistness exposed to the young man's attention.

"Show me your cunt, Claudia," Nigel said, and I obeyed; he had after all made me cum quite unexpectedly, and the same feeling was simmering inside me - what next?

Responsively, and with my left hand, I quickly pulled my thong to one side, my breathing short and deep with anticipation; almost husky like.

"Play with yourself; massage it, nothing vigorous," he said, before returning my foot to his mouth and sucking. ‘Yes, that's it, Nigel. Oh God it was lovely,' I realised. Then as he sucked my big toe, climatic sensations sparked down my leg, carried along nerve endings he later informed me, straight to the depths of my tingling cunt.

"Ohhh FUUCK!" I cried out as I came, and came hard. My fingers working with alacrity to keep it going.

"Bury your head in my cunt, Nigel, she needs you," I wantonly exclaimed, with fire and determination in my eyes, my hands quickly moving to undo my skirt, which Nigel soon had off.

"I want to smell you, Claudia," he said. And truth be told, right then, I wanted him to.

Leant over me, his head cms above my cunt, he eased my moist thong down my legs, breathing in deeply the musk of my aroused sex, which set me off again.

"Here, put your tongue out, Nigel, let me guide you," I said fervently.

"Emn, ohh fuck," I purred with anticipation, as I tilted my head to my right so that I could watch while I guided him onto my silky smooth cunt (sorry reader if your finding this to be an overuse), which he was fully exposing.

"Enngh," I screamed, as he dipped it into my flowing pool of sweet cum, causing me to jolt and writhe as he slithered it around inside me.

"Hoh, fuck! Fuck me, Nigel, with your tongue," I emboldened, resisting the overwhelming desire to wrap my thighs around him.

"Oh God, yes. My clit, Nigel, don't forget my...emnn, oh yes," I shuddered, as he drew back the hood and transferred his tongue tip to my exposed swollen bud. Subsequently, and as he slowly sucked on it, I felt his moist fingers trail down my perineum and smear themselves around my anus. "Emn, you lovely bugger; just your fingers, Nigel, not your cock," I informed him, having no inclination for anal sex.

One, then two fingers were eased inside my tight little ass hole, all the while tonguing, teasing and tantalising my clit, building up the pressure of another climax inside me, and one which I facilitated by pulling on my hardened nipples.

"Fuck, yes, fuck my ass with them, suck my clit," I almost ordered, my breathing becoming ragged as our combined ministrations brought me to the boil, until: "OH—oh fuuuck! Huh. Huh. Huh!" I jerked and jolted, my upper body lifting and falling onto the bed spasmodically.

"Oooh. Fuck me, Nigel, I want your cock inside me," I said insistently.

Moving onto his back, he quickly removed his pants, his cock full bloodied and so erect it looked like it was straining against the outer skin. Seeing him led there, after helping him off with them, I got up and straddled his waist with one knee down and the other bent. Taking up his cock with one hand, I opened my ‘fuck flesh' (labia) with the other.

"Look at it, Nigel, watch as your lovely cock enters my wet cunt, how well they fit together once you're inside me," I enthralled.

Directing the head to my moist opening, I touched it against my raw and exposed sex and sighed: "Emnn." I then slowly eased the glans of Nigel's velvety prick up and down my gash, sending ripples of pleasure through me. Presently holding it still, the head poised at the opening, I began to lower myself onto it. Immediately I felt the crown push inside, the girth opening me up as it made steady progress, my cunt sliding smoothly down Nigel's shaft until I stopped with it halfway inside me.

I wanted to ride this stud beneath me, fuck myself up and down his warm hard cock, making me cum time and again. Getting Nigel to move up to the head board, which we managed to do without too much of an alteration to our position, I leant forward and grasped the metal frame.

"I'm going to ride your long thick cock, Nigel. I'm going to fuck every long fucking inch of it into me," I brazenly told him, as I levered myself up ready to thrust down on it.

"What about your clit, Claudia?" he said, ever concernedly.

"You've made me, my whole body, quite sensitive, Nigel. Maybe later, you know when I'm on all fours for you," I rejoined, indicating one of the positions he noted in his book; emn, and with us facing the mirror I'm sure. But for now, I wanted to impale myself, time and again on his tumescent prick.

"Yes, more, like that, fuck me, Nigel," I cried out, even though it was me who was doing the actual fucking.

Presently placing his hands on my swaying breasts, Nigel helped encourage my orgasm by caressing the flesh and gently pulling my nipples.

"Put your hands on my waist, Nigel, ride me thrust me on your cock," I directed him. And having done so he raised me part way up, then braced his feet on the bed and pumped his long thick cock in and out of my wet fuck hole.

"Ennyagh," I screamed, along with other incoherent outbursts of pleasured delight, his groin, every so often, slapping against my buttocks, which sprang up in response.

As I came, my head rocked back and I almost, save for his grip on me, overbalanced. Then, still with him buried deep inside me, he sat up and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight against me while the affects of afterglow passed.

From there, he soon rolled me onto my back, where he raised my legs up and against my body.

"Here, let me help," I said, and held my lower legs against me while exposing the folds of my just reamed sex. "There you go, Nigel, put your cock inside me; fill me up and fuck me," I appealed to him, through eyes drunk on sex.

In this position, my ass was also exposed. "Not in my backside, Nigel," I exclaimed, as I felt something nudge against it, only to then feel the head of his turgid cock slide back into my creamy cunt. Then the probing of my anus started, which was anything but warm, suggesting it must be a toy.

"Here, let me help you," I said, more out of concern that it may otherwise hurt.

Holding my buttocks open while still keeping my legs against me, kinky Nigel eased the tip of the narrow dildo into my ass, the stimulation of which, in tandem with his fucking, was sensational in every fucking way. ‘So, this is what a DP feels like, fucking awesome,' I thought.

"Are you, gonna, fuck me, like this, when I'm, on, all fours, Nigel?" I said, my speech staggered by each of his powerful thrusts into me.

Releasing my ass cheeks, ‘I' now moved ‘my' hands onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as I felt the climatic waves inside me gain momentum. With his head just above mine, I looked deep and sincerely into his brown eyes. "Fuck me, Nigel, fuck your cock into me and make me cum."

Slam! It went and I instantly shrieked with orgasmic elation. Swiftly, my hands were on his buttocks, my nails almost gouging them as I pumped his cock in and out of my almost squelching cunt for all he was worth; thank God he didn't cum, I wanted more, I needed more and I was going to get more.

Rolling off me, not quite exhausted, thankfully, I knelt over him and took his cock, slick from all my cum, into my mouth, doing it slowly so that he didn't let me down by cumming.

Eventually taking myself from him, and tenderly stroking his warm manhood I said: "I had my doubts about you, Nigel. Although I like being single, I quite like you. I could even see us being ‘fuck buddies' if you like," I averred.

Leaving him with that thought, I laid to his right on my left side.

"Did you really mean that, Claudia. You're not teasing me?" he rejoined.

"Yes, Nigel, sincerely. You're quite a lover, lover," I assured him. "Here's another position I'm sure you'll like," I said presently, and directed him as what to do.

With my right leg against his left shoulder, he then knelt either side of my straight left leg. "Use the toy in my ass, if you like," I appealed to him, having warmed to its presence.

"You like that, then, Claudia?" he asked, his voice devoid of any umbrage for my not wanting his cock there.

"Yes. You may think me a slut, Nigel, but do any of your friends have not so big cocks that I might try first?" suggesting working up to his.

"Why brand yourself a slut, Claudia?" asked Nigel naively, as he inserted the toy into my rectum.

"We're both of us single, Nigel. I've fucked a lot of men in my time and sometimes two or three, something that's acceptable for men while the women are seen as whores or sluts," I elucidated, as he directed his cock towards my moist crack.

"Like this, you can stroke my clit, kiss me if you want (which I wanted), kiss, suck and pleasure my breasts; it's okay, I'll use the toy while you..." I suggested, as he began a slow and pleasured languid fuck, relinquishing the toy almost immediately. And as he fucked himself into me, I directed the narrow dildo inwards and against his cock, his hands and mouth going to work as I suggested.

"Emnn, emnn," I sighed, as our lips once more met and fused. All the while his fingers stroked my clit with just the right rhythmic harmony as his other hand caressed my full swollen breast. Something I discovered in one of his books: a woman's breasts swell by 30% when she's in the through of orgasm.

"Emnngh," I presently squealed into Nigel's mouth, as he made me cum again.

This was it, I realised, as he untangled himself from me. Knelt submissively on all fours and in front of a mirror, watching Nigel while he fucked his hard fat cock into me, hoping he wouldn't cum, as I had one more surprise position for him.

Nigel began by having me knelt up, my back against his warm smooth chest. He then embraced me before slowly stroking his hands up and down my body. Placing an arm under my breasts, Nigel then moved his other hand to my puffy, swollen mound and stroked it, every so often brushing my distended clit, causing me to jolt with pleasure.

"Fuck me, Nigel, please," I said appealingly, as I felt another climax begin to simmer.

Motioning me to lean forwards, this time dispensing with the toy, I felt the head of his rigid cock slip into my opening.

"Fuck me, Nigel, make me cum," I implored, and wham! He fired it, like a bullet from a gun, straight into me, hitting the target, my welcoming cervix, with aplomb.

‘Thank you,' I noticeably mouthed in the mirror, where we looked lovely together. He behind me, fucking his cock into me, and my tits swaying back and forth, as were his balls I soon noticed when I moved my legs apart to get a better view of his piston like cock railing my open cunt.

"Play with my clit, Nigel, please," I appealed to him, as I motioned myself back onto his masterful cock. "Pull my hair if you like, I don't mind," I said encouragingly. And soon he was riding me and I him.

"Yes, that's it, go on, fuck me, ram that cock of yours into my sodden cunt," I cried out, in response to his forceful reaming. "I want to hear your groin slap against my shapely ass, Nigel, do it for me," I emboldened. "Yes, fuck, yes fuck," I all but yelled, as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure surged through me.

Somehow managing to shake Nigel's grip on my hair, I again rocked my head back and forth as I came, ending with it lolled forward, observing with it Nigel's cock sliding in and out of my streaming cunt while he continued stroking my clit.

"Emn, this looks a perfect picture also," I remarked, and lifting up my left hand I moved it underneath me and felt how wet I was.

With my fingers moist and sticky, I continued to watch as I stroked my swollen clit. "Emngha," I cried out at its sensitivity, and moments later we again made me cum.

With Nigel considerately remaining still, my cunt impaled on his cock and my ass cheeks against his groin, I trembled through my last orgasm; it would now be his turn to cum.

Slowly taking my sensitive pussy from him, I resisted the temptation to rock back on it just one more time; there'd be other occasions, of that we were both sure. Climbing off the bed, I had Nigel join me. I positioned him sideways onto the mirror, his cum slick cock extending proudly from his groin. Then, before and as I knelt down, I said: "I want you to watch me as I suck your cock, then I want you to watch as you shoot your warm sticky spunk over my face and body, just like before, alright."

Placing my hands on Nigel's strong thighs, I then extended my tongue and licked around the head, tasting with it my sweet juices. Lifting it up whilst moving forward, I eased the pulsating crown past my moist lips, closing them around the sticky shaft to form a vacuumous seal as I rocked forwards and then back; slowly to begin with and then, as Nigel moaned with tormented pleasure, ardently.

"Umngh, umngh," I murmured, avoiding taking him into my throat again. Then moments later, as I sensed his cock throb, I pulled back and caught his initial discharge plum on my face. Taking it in his hand, Nigel hosed his creamy spunk over me, landing it in streaks on my lips, chin, neck, my tits again, and even my hair.

After that, and leaving me to lick it off, he returned with a towel. "A shower would be better if you have one; maybe you'd care to join me?" I said, with a pleasant smile as I wiped his joy juice from my closed eyelids.

‘Emn, it's surprising what you can learn from books!'.