As I have found myself with some spare time (I'm stuck at home with a stomach bug...), I thought I would put fingers to keyboard and write about some of the extraordinary experiences my girlfriend Bee and I have had recently. I hope you'll forgive me if some of my descriptions end up being a bit clinical. As a software developer by profession, I spend most of my days writing view models and service managers, not descriptions of explicit sexual encounters.
To put it simply, Bee and I are haunted, pursued, cursed, and blessed, by some sort of sexual spirit. And believe me, we've tried to apply every rational explanation for the things that have happened to us, but the things we've seen, and experienced, and felt... In any case, whether it's a spirit or something else doesn't really matter, so much as what happens to us. We can tell when it's gotten bored and changed something because we'll both startle awake at night at the same time, often to discover, well,
something.
I'm not going to start from the beginning here, because the first few times were very confused and frightening, what with us not knowing what was going on. Maybe in the future. For now, I'll recount the latest change, since it's still fresh in my mind and, I think, pretty entertaining.
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This time started off uneventfully.
Like usual, Bee and I found ourselves awakened in the middle of the night. I ran my hands over my body in cursory examination, but didn't notice anything physically different. I assume Bee did the same, although all I was aware of was her grumbling and rolling over in bed to get back to sleep. I decided that the mystery of what had happened this time could wait until morning and did the same.
Over the next several days we had sex a couple of times, but nothing obviously strange happened. This itself was pretty unusual. But then, finally, on Sunday, we began to see how things were to be.
We'd just gotten back from a party at a friend's house and Bee was tipsy.
"Psst!" The noise caught my attention as I was walking upstairs after feeding our cats. A single large breast was jutting out between the curtains to our bedroom. It wobbled at me. (This had nothing to do with the spirit, by the way. Bee just likes doing this sort of thing when she's horny.) I leapt up the stairs and grabbed the wayward tit.
"The wild boob is captured once again! What will be its terrible fate?" I bent down and began sucking on the nipple.
"Dork," she said with a laugh, and pulled me through the curtain. She pawed at my half-erection through my jeans. "Well hello there..."
"Uh uh, nope. No penis yet. I haven't gotten to go down on you all week. And I intend..." I pushed my naked girlfriend backward onto our bed "...to make up for it."
"Oh... no... please, anything but that..."
I kissed each of her lovely breasts, then between them, then laid kisses in a line down her belly to just above her clit. I gave a few tickling licks on each side of her vulva, and then I dove in. I held her legs apart with my hands and attacked her clit with my tongue, occasionally teasing her labia or licking from bottom to top. Bee was already moaning and mashing her hands into her huge tits, tweaking her own nipples. Time for some fingers to get involved. I quickly wet two fingers in my mouth and then wormed them inside of my writhing girlfriend.
"Yes!"
I started slowly moving my fingers in and out, while continuing to brush her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hips began to bob up and down. Bee was going to cum already.
"Oh, fuck, yes!"
I maintained my rhythm, curling my fingers up a bit to rub her g-spot. Her hips continued to buck and I could feel her vagina contracting around my fingers. Her first orgasm of the night. Needless to say, I was rock hard inside my jeans, but there was no way I was done yet.
I continued licking and finger-fucking Bee, now three fingers, now four. Bee continued squirming on the bed and moaning expletives. Once she gets going, she keeps going until I stop or she decides she absolutely must have my dick inside her. I kept going, and she kept orgasming.
