An Eye Opener part 1

   Years ago my girlfriend and I were lounging around the house just enjoying each others company. We hadn't been together that long and so were still awash in those feelings of newness in our relationship. She knew how to sew and make clothes and at that moment she was measuring out some satin to make a pair of boxers for me. She liked to make handmade gifts for me and it was one of things I loved most about her. No one had ever been that kind to me before.

   So as I watched her sitting on the floor with a pins in her mouth and a measuring tape in her hands, I couldn't help but stare at her magnificent body. She was wearing what looked like the world's tiniest athletic shorts and a loose shirt that she used to run cross-country and no bra. Every time she leaned forward to grab a corner of the material or make a measurement those shirts would stretch to hug her round ass and curvy hips. When she made quick turns in order to place a pin, her heavy c-cups would jiggle delightfully under the thin material of that barely there t-shirt. My cock was already paying rapt attention. The fact that she seemed oblivious to how enticing she looked turned me on even more.

    We had already been having sex, so after a minute or two more, I decided the sewing could wait and slid my hands over tits from behind. She turned her head slightly so I could see her smile as I lightly kissed her  right ear lobe and slid my lips down to her neck. I had learned early on that her neck was especially sensitive and began to slowly roll my tongue back and forth between the lovely curve her nape and her ear while softly biting every once in a while. My large hands were squeezing and massage both of breasts at the same time. Her hips began squirming and rotating in place as she dropped the tape measure and pins and reached up to grab my head and pull me deeper into her neck before sliding into a passionate kiss. Things progressed quickly from there as she turned her body around pulled my on top of her. We both moaned into each others mouths as our tongues twirled and danced together. She seemed to catch fire then as her hands frantically pushed my pants and underwear down. I was enjoying making out but wasn't one to leave a lady in distress, so I quickly sat up on my knees and grabbed her shorts at the waistband pulling them roughly over and off of her wonderful ass before tossing them thoughtlessly to the side. Her hand grabbed my rock hard cock and guided me to the opening of her soaking wet pussy. Our lips and tongues crashed into each other as I pushed into her depths with one breathless thrust. I immediately heard her draw in a sharp breath and wince as I got about three quarters of my length into her. I pulled my head back look into her eyes with concern. "It's okay," she said," You're just so big!"

  I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. Ever since we had started having sex she had been making comments about big my dick was and how it my thrusting was so deep and the stretching of her pussy so pronounced that it was uncomfortable at time. I didn't believe a word of it. I knew from books and movies that women often time didn't enjoy sex as much as men and also considered the male ego more fragile than a cheap soap bubble, and so would often lie about having orgasms or about how "big" their man was. My ego wasn't that fragile and I felt that if I actually HAD a big dick I'm that one would know. I knew she was lying but I also knew she was trying to make me feel good which I found touching. Still, I wasn't someone to be manipulated, and I suddenly felt it was time to teach her a lesson.

  "You think it's too big?" I looked into her eyes with a small half smile on my face. She looked back at me with her best lost little girl wide-eyed pout as she replied with an affirmative nod. So, pulled out until just the tip was barely inside her before thrusting savagely and suddenly until I could feel her soft walls hugging the head of cock. She moaned painfully and arched her back in response. I grinned at her. She was really laying it on thick today. "How about now?" She gave a little half-laugh half-groan.

   "Oh, God! You're so fucking deep!" I shook my head lightly in wonder at far she was willing to take the act. I mean, babies come out of these things, so how could my normal boy-cock possibly hurt her. But now I figured I'd play along and act the part of the bully. I began fucking her with slow and deep strokes making sure to feel probe her pussy walls with my cockhead at the end of each thrust. She was wincing convincingly at every stroke but also moaning. Her pussy was getting wetter the harder I fucked. She started moaning loudly and in a moment of inspiration and placed my hand over her mouth to muffle her and her body to the floor with my weight as dug deeply into her body. She groaned behind my hand but made no move remove it. I changed my angle slightly to aim my dickhead more toward the back wall of pussy. Suddenly it felt like I had more room to thrust, as if I had found an unexplored part of her. I quickly jabbed my the hard head of my cock into this new crevice and was rewarded with a long moan from her as her eyes rolled back into her head. I began pounding her with short fast strokes as I brought my face close to hers. "Take it! Take that big cock!" I kept saying with each reaming thrust as she moaned and spasms as she came. I felt her pussy clamp down on my entire cock as she rode out what looked like an extremely intense orgasm. I knew she couldn't fake those involuntary pussy spasms and the thought of making her cum pushed me over the edge. I quickly grabbed both her arms and pinned them down as I threw my head back and emptied myself as deep into her hole as I could.

  "Holy FUCK!" I heard her say as I jet after jet spurted into her pussy. I suddenly felt very weak and collapsed beside her as we both started giggling. "That was intense," she sighed and then rubbed her lower abdomen,"and rough! What got into you?" I cut my eyes at her.

   "All that big cock nonsense got under my skin. I wanted to see how long you'd keep up the act." I turned my head expecting to see her looking sheepish at being caught in her well-meaning fib, instead I saw her up on her elbows with a look of complete disbelief on her face.

   "I wasn't faking! That thing you were just pummeling me with is huge!" I rolled my eyes and laughed. This chick didn't know when to quit. I turned my head away and started to roll up to my knees. Suddenly she made a quick move, grabbed my hip, and rolled me onto my back. She then shocked the shit out of me and stuffed my still wet cock into her mouth. This was shocking to me because I knew how much she hated mouth cleaning my cock after it had been inside her. Furthermore, she was putting great effort into it, swirling her tongue over the ridge of the head, licking the entire shaft. As I started to get hard again, she started sliding my cockhead into her throat. I felt the soft entrance at the back of her mouth open slightly when she gagged hard around my dick. She didn't stop or slide my cock out of her mouth when she gagged. She redoubled her effort at deep throating, and the sounds of her gagging and swallowing were making my spine tingle. After a while she pulled back and started stroking my cock from base to head with her hand. I closed my eyes in bliss when I felt something suddenly loop around my cock and tighten. My eyes snapped open to see her using her tape measure to take the circumference of my dick. I raised my eyebrows quizzically.

   "What are you up to?" I asked suspiciously. She smiled wide as she looked up at me and kept stroking.

   "Don't worry about it!" She then hooked her leg over mine and started grinding her clit into me as she reintroduced my cock to her throat. I was still wondering what she hoped to accomplish by measuring my dick, but I didn't wonder for long as soon afterwards I was dropping my second but still thick and heavy load down her throat as she spasmed and creamed against leg kneading her pussy.

Coffee, Conversation, and Cunnilingus

We met for coffee or dinner once every two weeks or so.  Nothing sexual, just conversations that at times could become titillating but always just talk.  I'm shy and inexperienced.  He is a beta-male afraid to take a risk.  It makes for a crappy sex life but fun conversations, safe in that we knew it wasn't ever going to move beyond the coffee talk.

We were at our usual bitch session but the air was different, the energy charged.  Not just sexually but charged with life.  It felt safe to make a mistake.  Maybe the new Colombian coffee blend was to blame; the coffee shop air was heavy with its sweet nutty aroma, new and exotic.  Maybe the first warm spring day allowing coffee drinkers to ditch their hot coffee for the new cold brew was the catalyst.  I don't know but as soon as we sank into our usual comfy leather chairs, I could feel the day was going to be different.

He always talked about his work,  his family,  and his muse de joure.  I mostly stuck to talking about my feelings about myself and my relationships with my girlfriends, lamenting the latest backstabbing.  Truly unsexy topics and yet we predictably ended up at sex.  He liked to tease my inexperience.  He was far from a man whore, preferring to talk a good game and fantasize rather than taking actions leading to action.

On this day,  he began to get into his cunnilingus skills.  Apparently his skills were such that he had several lesbian repeat customers.  I guess really it was my fault, I had forwarded a cunnilingus meme about practicing on an Oero cookie.  Ever one to control his image, he corrected me; he practiced on watermelon.

As we finished our drinks, we decided to walk around the neighborhood.  There was a new historic hotel that just opened at the end of the block so we walked and talked.

 "Do you like it when someone goes down on you?"

My face turning beet red and my mind trying to find the right answer.  What does he want to hear?  Should I just be honest?  Is he making an offer?

"Well, not really but maybe I've never been with anyone who is very good at it.  I like sex, you know being pounded by a hard dick."

He seemed disappointed.  What do I say?  What did I say that was wrong?

"But that doesn't mean I'm against it.  It's just not my go to."

He exhales and steps a bit closer.  We are in front of the hotel.  I feel his hand guiding me inside.  I can feel the heat of his hand on the small of my back.  Suddenly my panties are damp.  I sneak a quick peek at his face.  Is that courage I see?

"Welcome to the newly reopened $%&^* Hotel.  Can I help you?"

"No, we are just looking around."

He is still guiding me.  His hand is moving slowly from the small of my back across my waist as we board the elevator.  He hits the top floor.

"Wait until you see the view!"

He's been here before.  He didn't tell me that when I suggested walking up here.  I guess my face ratted my thoughts out.

"I was here earlier.  I wanted to make sure it was done so we could walk over.  The front desk clerk wouldn't let me leave without seeing the view.  Do forgive me for not telling you earlier?"

I meet his glaze.  I turn my body into his and kiss him just as the elevator doors open.

We step off and he takes my hand.  We walk to the end of the hall and he fishes out a room key.  As he swings open the door, I see the view.  He was right; the view is amazing.

I rush to the window and then feel him gently pushed up against my back, his hand resting on my waist.  I turn into him and enjoy a longer sweeter kiss.  My body tingles from the excitement.  He smells like fresh cotton and coffee.  My panties are getting soaked.

We walk towards the bed still kissing, our hands greedily exploring each other.  Zero to 60, from besties to lovers?

His mouth slowly moves down my neck.  My lips are suddenly lonely for his.  He kisses a straight line down the center of my body until he is on his knees.  His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my pants.  Oh crap, granny panties!  I didn't plan for this.  My sexy black thong is sitting in my underwear drawer!  Fuck!

He doesn't seem to notice.  What he is after is under the panties which suddenly I feel around my ankles.  His mouth continues its path down my midline through my pubic hair to my labia.  He gently parts my labia to taste my wetness.

"So wet.  Have you been wanting this?"

"Wanting, no. Longing."

His tongue flicked my clit as his finger slipped inside of me.  He lead me to lay back on the bed with his free hand while slipping another finger inside of me.  I reached back and grabbed a pillow.  My body crazy with desire.  My pussy praying for release.

He was an expert.  He ate my wet pussy with such skill as to keep me close to cumming but not releasing me until he willed it.  My orgasm would build and just as I would about to cum he would back off.  He kept me on edge for what seemed hours.  Take me to the brink then back off.  Just as I was sure I couldn't handle another minute of that expert tongue in me, on me, throughout me, he plunged as deeply into my pussy as any dick ever had and I came harder than ever in my life.  I felt myself crying tears of extreme pleasure, my 1st heaven orgasm.

Once I returned back into my body, I saw his face next to mine on the bed.

"You weren't lying about your skills."

He turned red. "No.  I wasn't.  Did you think I was."

"Well, you are a man.  Knowing you would never be put to the test, why not embellish?  But no, you didn't embellish.  And now what?  You want me to go down on you?"

"No.  I want to please you.  I want coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus.  Not everytime but sometimes."

I searched his face to see if he was joking or being serious.

"Once a month or so we'll set up CCC meetings.  I bring witty conversations and sexy panties.  You bring those pussy eating skills."

He smiled.  I smiled back and laid my head on his chest.

"Oh and no kissing afterward.  I hate that.  Deal?"

"Deal."

That was the first coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus session.  We still meet up for dinner and coffee too but about once a month I get a text "CCC" and on those days I make sure to wear the pretty panties.