My name is Nikki, and I was laying naked in bed with a guy. I woke up in his arms as we were spooning. His arms were around me and he was still snoring quietly behind my head. While he was asleep, his left arm was under me and his hand was resting on my left titty, his right hand was resting on my belly. Normally it makes me uncomfortable when people touch my stomach, but I didn't mind this. The guy, Jim, had brown hair, greenish brown eyes, wore glasses, was probably 5' 10" or so, and had a dadbod. He wasn't a tub, but he could stand to loose a few. But hell, who couldn't? I've been big my whole life, I could lose 50 pounds and never miss it. So I'm not throwing any stones from my glass house.
We had gone out last night and had a great time. Had dinner and drinks, played around in an arcade, then went to his place and had some pretty great sex. I blew him, he went down on me, then he banged me doggystyle, which is one of my favorite positions. Jim definitely knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Why don't more guys understand that the secret to having a lot of sex, is to make sure your girl likes it? Seems simple enough, but I don't know how many times I'd been left with the female equivalent of blue balls. I like to call that getting a Tardis. Get it? Tardis; it's a blue box. Anyway, whenever he woke up, we'd probably have sex again. Generally, I don't usually sleep with a guy on a first date. But last night had been fun, and he was witty and smart, and he liked my body in a way that made me feel safe. He genuinely seemed to like my fat ass, big belly, and big ol' boobs that drooped somewhat.
Had I managed to find one of those mythical dudes? Smart, funny, judging by his car and house he made decent money, and he was good in the sack? Surely not. A lot of guys manage to seem okay in the beginning, but you soon find out that they're a jealous dickwad, or a controlling jerk. So, since nice, funny, smart guys who are good at sex don't exist, there's only two explanations. Either A) he's a serial killer, or B) he's a drug dealer. I had to see where it was going once he woke up. Maybe he actually was one of those mythical dudes.
I was horny again, and I was ready for him to wake up. I started gently pushing my round butt against his limp dick. It started hardening almost immediately and he quit snoring.
"Hey gorgeous, I hope you slept okay. And, uh, please keep rubbing your ass against me." He said.
After he was fully hard, I rolled over and looked at him and smiled.
"I slept like death. Getting off a couple of times does that to a gal. You ready to go again?" I asked.
He nodded and got up on his knees and positioned himself between my legs. While I was laying on my back, we just looked at each and didn't say anything. He just smiled and aimed the head of his dick toward my slit, but he didn't push in yet. Jim had a way of teasing me that was both maddening, and extremely exciting at the same time. He gently moved his dickhead up and down, up and down, up and down, until finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my hips off the bed and forced his head into me. I love the feeling of when I guy first enters me. Very gently, he pushed his cock all the way into me, then slowly started to push in and out of my hairy pussy. I hadn't shaved in a long time, and last night, I was self conscious about it, but he said that he liked that and then went down on me for almost 20 minutes. So he must've been telling me the truth.
This had to be the most gentle fucking I had ever received, and I was loving it. He had lowered his mouth to my left boob and was sucking on it. My nipples had gotten hard the second he finally entered me. He switched back and forth from my nipples, sucking and gently biting them over and over. The whole time he kept his slow, steady in and out motion. I was breathing hard and I was close to cumming. I rubbed my hands into his hair as he was biting one of my nipples and came. Hard. I make this stupid grunting sound any time I get off. I hate it. But I can't help it. He kept looking me in the eye and pumping away in my pussy as I came, prolonging my pleasure. I was huffing and puffing like I just ran up a flight of stairs. After I calmed down some, he picked up his pace, pumping in and out of my cunt harder. I knew that meant he had to be close to his own orgasm.
After another minute or so, he pulled out, aimed his cock at my pussy and came. His first shot went up my belly, and his next three shots drenched my pussy hair and lips. I figured he would have a smaller load after cumming twice the night before, but that wasn't the case. I had his cum splattered from my navel to pussy. Looking between my boobs and down at my stomach and pussy, it was a pretty sexy sight. His cum made my bush hair stick together and I ran a finger through a line of cum on my stomach. I put it in my mouth. His cum was thick, almost like pancake mix, but it tasted pretty good. He must eat a lot of fruit.
In pretend outrage, and little genuine surprise I said "look at the mess you made!"
"That's your fault" he said.
