I was certain he was asleep by his deep, steady breathing, his bare muscular abdomen rising and falling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. He seemed to be having some kind of erotic dream, though, as his immense dick stood like a flagpole, bobbing slightly down and up with each throbbing heartbeat.
I examined his beautiful, naked body, from his blonde, slightly curly locks on his head, down past his little erect nipples, past the purple pulsing object of my desire, eying his tanned, muscular thighs, and finally, his 10 clean and shiny toe-nails. Â "God, he's perfect!" I whispered very softly to no-one. Oh, to be 19 again!
At 35, I had moved past my youthful straight-lined figure I had at that age, now matured into a taut, curvaceous, 36-24-36. Men often ogled me in public; it didn't help that I typically wore tight clothes that showed off my lean, muscular body that I was proud of.
I wriggled my hips and slipped out of my tiny lace panties, dropping them in a soggy little heap on the floor as I moved to his bedside. I had been thinking about this all day, waiting eagerly for the sun to go down and then for the house to go silent after everyone had long-since retired for the night. Consequently, my pussy was soaking wet!
As I approached his bed, he shifted in his sleep to pull one knee up and towards me, exposing his throbbing balls to my hungry eyes. I reached over to cup them in one hand while teasing my own nipple gently with the other. I spread my fingers slightly and stroked his ball-sac, causing it to respond by contracting from a large, soft skinny container, to a tight, round firm ball. I loved to cause and to feel this amazing complete metamorphosis. I cupped this firm, wrinkly container, then withdrew my hand as he squirmed a bit on the bed, his dream evolving to include this new sensation happening in the physical world.
I moved up by his head and onto the bed, kneeling beside his head facing his feet. Bending over at the waist, my head was positioned directly over his cockhead. I examined it up close for a moment, admiring the sharpness of the ridge along the smooth cap-like ending on this marvelous appendage. I always appreciated every distinct part of a good cock.  "GOOD cock", I thought. I hadn't specifically thought about this concept before, but it was certainly a very real thing to me. Cocks fell into 2 categories:  good and BAD! And, not 'bad' in a sexy, "Wow, your cock is BAD, dude!" way. No, there were 50 ways a newly revealed cock could be instantly placed in the bad category. The list went on and on: too SMALL, too skinny, too curved, NO curve at all, not stiff enough -- ever, not circumcised, mis-shaped or... just no curb-appeal.
When it springs out of his jockey-shorts, it should say "Hi! Great to meet you! Can't wait to be surrounded by your warm, soft, very slippery, very wet pussy!"  If it said ANYTHING else AT ALL, things usually weren't nearly as hot as they could be.
I digress, as I often do.
THIS cock was PERFECT. I admired each separate feature: the tiny little mouth-shaped opening at the very tip, had two cute slightly pouty lips, almost saying "Slide me into your mouth, suck on me, fuck me!" The head was smooth and tight, with a purple-colored rim curving in perfect symmetry all around the cap. The long shaft was curved slightly and as I wrapped my hand around it softly, was exactly the right diameter. I thought ahead to the feeling of it pushing past my pussy lips, entering my sacred throbbing, pulsing opening, slipping into my body, inch by inch, filling me completely, making me gasp as I felt every vein in it sliding past the million nerve-endings, alive with hot sexual anticipation of the glorious orgasm I knew was soon to come.
I had NEVER had sex without an orgasm. If my partner didn't get me off with his dick-work, I either climbed up onto his face and fucked his tongue til I came or... I rolled over and finger-fucked myself while furiously rubbing my clit while he watched, spent beside me, hopefully thinking "Shit! I could have had THAT, if I had only lasted long enough to get her there."
Again I digress. Back to the enjoyable task at hand.
I reached down between my legs and rubbed my hand all along my dripping hairy slit, bumping my throbbing clit and loading my hand with slippery pussy juices. Then, I moved my wet fingers up to wrap fully around his gorgeous rigid cock, sliding it from balls to tip, coating it with my steaming musk. I bent over, opened my mouth wide, covering my teeth carefully with my lips and slid the organ into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. I tasted my musky juices as I started a slow rhythm, pushing down deep onto his cock with each downward thrust of my head.
I realized he was awake and reacting to my overt advances when I felt his hand move between my legs, cupping my pussy. As my rhythm sped up, he slid his fingers along my slit, up and down, matching each of my movements in sync. He pushed his fuck-finger just into my pussy opening, then plunged it fully in until his hand pressed against my labia lips.
After just a moment of this, I could take it no longer; Â I moved my leg to the other side of his body, straddling his head and pressed my entire pussy firmly down onto his eagerly awaiting mouth and tongue. He wasted no time licking all along my pussy slit, diving up into the opening, then retreating to flick my clit with his tongue repeatedly.
In an instant, we were both near climax, so we both simultaneously stopped our mouth work as I rotated 180 degrees around his groping, panting body beneath me.
Once turned around, I positioned herself beside him in Magic Mountain, grabbing a pillow to support my chest. My ass and pussy were thrust back and up into the air, begging him to enter me from behind. I loved the deep, deep penetration this allowed guys to achieve, along with the extra-long, slow slides in and out that no other position permitted. Plus, for the guy, they always loved looking down at a great tight ass and seeing their cock disappear deep inside my hot pussy. Also, the sensation for both was different from other positions. It seemed like I could feel his cock more and each of my partners said they could feel every little part of my pussy more also. Win-win-WIN in my book!
