In For A Pound 2

Amanda decides to tell the rest of the story in her own words...

II

Wow! I never, not in a million years, expected that!

I took a moment to gather myself, preparing for any possibility, my body still vibrating with pleasure, because I felt there was more to come - literally and figuratively. I took a deep breath, centering myself as I looked at him, while his eyes stayed filled with desire and curiosity. It had been a while since I'd had any sex, if you don't count my vibrator, and it was nice to feel intimacy with a man, after a drought, so to speak. I would have loved to wind down and cuddle now, but something else was pulling me forward.

Raw lust, something I had not experienced in years.

The late afternoon was not over. Neither of us wanted it to be. That seemed perfectly clear.

Even though it's not in my nature, I took the lead again and suggested a direction for our newly shared pleasure. My voice was filled with confidence I never had before and a desire to share what I wanted next. Was this really me? Meek, mild Amanda? Who knew? Kevin, apparently, as he listened intently while he considered my suggestion.

I pointed to the couch in the corner and suggested, "How about we move over there?" My voice was filled with lust, and I couldn't help but allow my eyes to focus on the plush cushions, imagining the possibilities. It looked clean, clean enough for what I had in mind. Kevin followed my gaze, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized my intentions.

"I'm in!".

I considered how to start, what position was best, as we didn't know each other that way, but I settled on one, keeping the excitement alive between us. "I want to do something that allows you to go deep. I want to feel as much of you inside me as possible." I began to imagine Kevin's cock buried deep in my pussy, how it would feel, what I could do with it. Just sucking on it was not enough.

I love to dance. Any music, any style. My body reacts by moving my feet. I am a dancer at heart, but I love country music. What's more country than riding a horse? So, I suggested trying the cowgirl position, giving me control over pace and depth. "I want to be on top", my voice filled with confidence and desire. Kevin nodded, said "Let's do it!", eager to see me in control. This man needed no convincing.

We removed each other's remaining clothes -- my top and bra, his shirt - and moved over to the couch. Once we were undressed, we embraced, skin on skin for the first time, warming up with another long, passionate kiss. Our tongues got to know each other even better. We held each other for a few long seconds, maybe a minute, savoring the full body hug. Then Kevin laid down and got comfortable, face up while I kneeled next to the couch on a spare cushion and quickly took his cock in my mouth, eager to get him hard again.

He was already halfway there, my lips and tongue worked their magic, and soon Kevin was rock hard and ready for more. I was really getting used to looking at his penis, and it was gorgeous. Generally, they aren't the most lovable looking toys, hanging there, flaccid, but in the heat of the moment, when pointing up, they are the best thing around.

And speaking of around...

I encouraged Kevin to touch me while I ministered to his dick, and I scooted over near his hand, so he had access to my crotch. He reached for my vulva, stroking softly, then with increasing urgency, up and down my slit, slipping in a finger, as I gave way to that familiar tingle again. I was still well lubricated from the first go-around.

Enjoying my mouth, Kevin suggested postponing the cowgirl briefly for a little 69 session instead. "Let me do you while you do me" he said. I loved the idea of his tongue in me again, and hopped up on top facing his feet, ready for anything, while resuming my cock-sucking.

I encouraged Kevin to take control where it counts, allowing him to guide my movements. He responded enthusiastically, his hands spreading my legs above his face to give his tongue better access. He sniffed, taking in the aroma of my pussy, while I reconnected with his cock.

He commented that he loved the smell and sight of a well-groomed woman, and I made a mental note of that for the future, hoping there was one. I had trimmed it short, leaving a small patch above my labia, just enough to tickle his nose while not being overtly bald like a little girl. My esthetician called it a Brazilian. Those younger girls love to wax, but it was all new to me. I guess I'll keep it!

Kevin's now-familiar tongue on my labia and clit drove me wild, and I could feel myself growing closer to another climax with every flick of his tongue. He knew how to use it, clearly having eaten pussy before. He began with long, wet laps up and down my slit (my favorite!), over and over until I almost pleaded with him to stop before I exploded. He blew on the folds of my labia, with occasional light nibbles, then lapped again, and again, and again, alternating with a short suck on my clit. How did he know how to do that? The sensations were intense, better than my vibrator, and I exhaled loudly, panting and panting, lost in the pleasure of the moment. I clamped my legs loosely around his head, like a nutcracker, while he reached around and playfully squeezed my ass.

I shared my appreciation with Kevin, letting him know how much I was enjoying the moment. "This feels so good," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. Kevin, normally not short for words, responded with a muffled "mmmm", his tongue continuing to explore my vulva with renewed vigor. "... love...taste...pussy... best!" he mumbles before resuming his licking. I asked him to go deeper, my voice filled with craving. He responded eagerly, his tongue delving into my folds, in and out and swirling around, while his fingers found places inside me that multiplied the sensations.

Back at Kevin's crotch, my mouth kept rocking up and down on his cock, my lips and tongue working in harmony as I made him moan softly, his hips swiveling and grinding as he responded to my mouth. He couldn't help but thrust and did it repeatedly as I bore down on his dick. All the motion and probing and licking and sucking reminded me of what we were here to do.

It's time for the main event, for the cowgirl to mount her stud!

III

I disengaged, repositioned and straddled Kevin, legs on either side of his torso, facing him, my pussy hovering above his crotch as I prepared to take him inside me. His cock was bouncing on his belly in anticipation so he grabbed it and stroked it lightly, and I could feel myself growing more and more excited and juicy as I watched him fondle himself. Maybe I should let him do that for a while?

No. I faced him, and tried to look him in his eyes, which were closed above a shit-eating grin. Apparently, he seemed to be elsewhere with his dick. Time to bring him back to reality.

I grabbed his penis in my hand, pointed it upward to my vagina, and lowered myself down, taking his glans inside me, then the rest, slowly, inch by inch. The sensation was indescribable, and I couldn't help but sigh softly as I adjusted to his size. I'm soft and juicy, and oh so warm, and his penis eased in nicely, filling my vagina with rock-solid strength. Once he was fully inside me, I began to move, my hips rocking back and forth, up and down, rotating, with whatever moved me now.

As I was slowly sliding up and down his shaft, visions of dancing moves and country music popped into my head. I have no idea where THEY came from, or even why I thought of them, unless it was the rhythm of the sex. But for some odd reason they fit, like his dick in my pussy, and I went with the sounds in my head. They told me to move this way and that to an established routine.

A wicked smile spread across Kevin's face, as I began to move in time with the daydreamed beat. He opened his eyes sensing a change and watched my breasts as they undulated above him. My boobs are not huge, but they do have a good bit of pomp and circumstance to them, especially when gravity pulls them down as they hang over my lover. His eyes focused on my nipples a few inches away which fascinated him as he realized what I seemed to be doing. He reached up and gave them a short squeeze, then reached behind me to do the same to my soft, pliable butt cheeks.

I selected a song from the jukebox in my head that I hoped he knew, and he intuitively began to rock up and down inside me to the same rhythm. Psyche! Damn, he's good! The beat was hypnotic, and we both moved in time with it, pleasure building between us.

I let Kevin know how much I was looking forward to what "cums" next. "... so hot," I murmur, as I rose up to the tip of his cock, hesitated, then back down again, over and over. Kevin responded with more up-thrusts, pulling my ass down and into him, his movements becoming more erotic as he pursued his own ejaculatory bliss.

I encouraged Kevin to abandon any pretense of holding back, enjoying the sensation of his cock inside me, which felt like it was expanding with every thrust. I was riding a bucking horse! He responded eagerly, his hips like pistons as he drove himself into me deeper and deeper, while I ground down on his pubic bone with my clitoris, over and over, like the horn on a saddle.

Cowgirl, indeed! I smacked his backside. Giddyup!

Finally, we reached the pinnacle, a mutual orgasm, surging upward to the sound of those songs in our heads. The sensations were erotic, sensual, and explosive, and we both cried out loudly, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

"I'm cumming!";

"Oh my fucking god, me too!"

I was so wet and slippery, and Kevin still had so much spunk in him. Our fluids combined for a sloppy yet satisfying orgasm, the sensation adding to our pleasure as we both reached our peak simultaneously. The moment was frenetic, and I moaned softly as our wild fucking slowed down.

I lost track of Kevin for a moment, preoccupied with my feelings, which were new, yet old as time, and my body was quivering. Kevin opened his eyes and watched, as he started to soften, his eyes intense as his breathing slowed too.

But it wasn't over yet. His dick had more life to it.

IV

I told Kevin it was his turn to get on top, if he had any energy left, my voice still filled with desire. I now wanted to be more passive and receptive. My pussy needed a short rest too. He responded eagerly, his hips twisting around as he squirmed from underneath me to try to get into position. He was thinking missionary, but I was still in control here. With all the lubricating fluids down there, I didn't want to waste them, so I asked, "How about we try something even more different?". I whispered the word "butt" and Kevin "hmmms", as he considered my idea. With little hesitation and no objection, I took that as agreement.

I rolled over onto the couch cushions, positioned my ass in the air and spread my legs and cheeks as wide as I could. Surely, he couldn't resist the invitation. My anticipation was palpable, and I could feel myself growing more and more aroused at the thought of what I might have unleashed. I encouraged Kevin to take back some control, allowing him to guide our movements. He responded slowly but with conviction, his body moving into position behind me. I warmed up by fingering my clit from underneath, my hand moving in time with the rhythm of that lingering music ear worm. Where does that keep coming from?

Kevin watched from behind, enjoying the view as he adjusted to the moment. He lathered some excess fluids over my vulva to assist us.

His cock remained semi-hard as he saw my cute, puckered ass. Nice and firm, rounded where it needed to be, soft for the pushing. So perfect... His anticipation became obvious as he stroked his dick, pointing it in the right direction, and I could feel myself growing more and more aroused with every bounce of the cushions. Kevin positioned between my spread legs as he prepared to enter me from behind. I couldn't really see what he was doing, but I trusted him now, and I sensed I was going to like what was in store, as his movements become more deliberate.

Kevin wiped more fluids over his dick and my butt and stuck a lubricated finger in to test the waters. He then positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance, and prepared to push in, but only for a second. "Ready?", he whispered? I didn't need to answer.

Slowly, he guided the tip of his cock into my rectum, while I wetly rubbed my clit. The sensation of fullness was intense, and I began to feel the pressure. He moved slowly -- he's such a considerate lover! - as he slid in only to the ring of his glans, then stopped to ask if I'm OK and ready for more.

I increased the intensity of my clit caresses, to take my focus off the pressure, bringing myself closer to the edge. The sensations were fierce, and I could feel myself growing more and more thrilled with every moment. I created extra lubrication with every caress. Kevin continued to move slowly, a true gentleman.

I have never had a cock in my ass before, and I let Kevin know. He responded with another "hmmm" and told me that it's his first time as well, and we share a moment of quiet deliberation as he asked me how much more of him I can take. I tell him to keep going.

In for a penny, in for a pound!

He shrugged and probed another inch. I felt a shiver up and down my spine.

The mix of fluids and the intensity of the moment create even more wetness in my vagina, which then seeped into my rectum, so I shoved two fingers into familiar territory while he slowly pumped an inch at a time into my ass. The sensations are... OMG! And getting better. Kevin kept sliding in, adding a little saliva here, some excess lubrications there, moaning with pleasure as he experienced the first anal fuck of his and my lifetime.

At the same time, I thrust my fingers in and out of my vagina, bringing myself to the edge, but not quite, of a powerful orgasm all over my hands.

He had it in almost up the hilt and the feelings of fullness in me are indescribable but welcome.
Once he'd gotten it in his full 8 inches, (at least that's what it felt like -- it could have been 2 inches for all I cared) I encouraged Kevin to increase the speed of his cock sliding in and out of me. He responded eagerly, gliding effortlessly, quicker and quicker as the lubrication took hold, deeper and deeper. I had no idea or experience that such slip-sliding in such a place could feel so good, and the combined sensations finally took me over the top with a shuddering orgasm.

At the same time, as I climaxed, he cried out and orgasmed again with a shudder I could feel in my teeth.

Kevin slowly dropped down on top of me, both of us panting with exhaustion and mutual satisfaction. The moment was electrifying, and we both moaned softly, lost in the afterglow of our shared pleasure.

I rolled over and tucked my head under his chin, while he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I crooked my leg up over his legs, slowly rubbing his crotch with my knee, languishing in the feeling. I closed my eyes, wondering what we had done. Wondering if we'd do it again. Wondering whether it would be life changing, or just a moment in time to be savored and remembered.

The backside of a sexual moment is so relaxing, no matter who you share it with, and I just wanted this moment to last forever. I stopped moving as his breathing slowed to a steady pattern, my hand on his chest, measuring its rise and fall, as I drifted off to sleep.