Please, Please! (L)
I stirred as he reached for me in his sleep. Wrapped in his arms, my back to his chest, it was impossible for me to drift off again. Just the touch of our naked skin created an ache, deep and low.
But I knew how much he needed his rest. Vasectomy on Monday! After eight and a half years, he would finally come in my pussy again. So when a little butt-wiggling and grunting got no response, I stilled my body and willed it to relax. Yeah, right!
As his breathing evened out and he began to snore a little, I eased out of his grasp and went potty. By the time I came back, he had rolled over again. So I settled back down and slept.
Not an hour passed before I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, drawing my face to his. Eyes closed, he caressed me clumsily. I kissed his searching lips and groaned. “If you are going to keep doing this, you’re going to have to fuck me.”
He gave a languid stretch and mumbled back at me. It sounded something like, “I was just waiting to see if y’all found anything in existence…”
I laughed. “You are so asleep!” But it didn’t matter. I had to have him.
I threw the covers back, exposing him to the Alaskan spring night air. His soft member I engulfed and sucked with gusto. He groaned and shuddered, drifting toward consciousness while I worked him over. Every four or five strokes, I buried my nose and chin in his abdomen. Shaking my head back and forth rubbed the head of his penis on the back of my throat.
As his erection grew, he grasped the back of my head and helped me thrust it further into my throat. My soft gagging did him in. I heard him moan, “Fuck, Felicia.”
I sat up, eager. “Yes, please!” I agreed. “Fuck Felicia!”
I pulled him back into our earlier spooned position and helped him find my entrance. He surged into me and pounded me, hard and fast, just the way he knows I like it. And I pushed back to meet him, gutturally voicing my pleasure.
There was no wait for my body’s response. The pump was primed, so to speak, and I let out a squirt at the first stroke. I tried to hold it back, but five minutes later we were both drenched with squirt and sweat.
We paused to catch our breath and he flopped onto his back. As I moved toward him again, he directed my head back toward his crotch.
I gave him a few slurps. Mmmm, I do taste good! But then I pulled off and straddled him, impaling myself on his shaft.
“I love to suck you, you know that. But I’ll get to do that a lot next week. In only two days, you aren’t going to want this,” I bounced up and down once, “for a while.”
Then I rode him like a cowgirl on a wild stallion. When my knees started complaining, I tried something new. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his thighs and my feet on the bed. My hips lifted off him.
“Buck,” I encouraged. I stifled my surprised cry as he did my bidding, piercing my hot slit.
The head of his cock was aimed right at my g-spot, and he hammered it. His belly was flooded with each stroke. When his energy lagged, I dropped to my knees and took over again.
But I was tiring, too. Soon I was just balanced atop him, hugging him with my vagina walls and humping to rub his glans against them and my clit against him. Hopefully, he had recovered enough to relieve me of duty.
“I really want you to fuck the piss out of me, but I don’t want to make a bigger wet spot,” I said.
“Well, get your love blanket.”
I grabbed the purple throw and tucked it under us, fuzzy side up. Then I knelt on all fours with my ass pushed up towards him and my hands gripping the edge of the mattress.
He rose up behind me and entered me, making me gasp at his force. Grunting, he thrust at full speed and maximum draw. As the bottom of his corona passed over my saturated ‘female prostate’ with each stroke, he pushed me closer and closer to another climax.
Then, suddenly, he shoved in deep and stopped. Just stopped.
I was floored. “No,” I whimpered. I was so close. My body tried its best to re-engage, but he wasn’t having it.
Gripping my hips, he held me firmly against him and just pushed. Deep. Steady.
“Please,” I whispered. “I need to fuck you. Let me fuck you.” I tried again to bump against him, but he held me fast.
“Please!” Louder this time. “Please, I’ve got to fuck you.” If he didn’t let me move soon, I was sure I’d cry.
YES! Praise God!
Now he returned to action, and I gave as good as I got. White-knuckling the piping on the mattress, I rammed my cunt onto his cock with everything in me. My cries crescendoed as he pulled out. I came and I came and I came. Everywhere.
He collapsed on my sweat-covered back, panting. “Ugh! You squirted. Right on my cock head. Just as I came. That was so – Hot!”
“That was torture! When you held me still like that!” I griped at him. But then I smiled. Of course, he wouldn’t leave me hanging. And that was an amazing orgasm.
I hope he does it again….
Oh CHL – that was so hot and beyond enjoyable to read. The abandon of you both in that moment was sexually intoxicating! I'm reading this dead tired – but your story woke me up like it was 12 noon!?
By the way, I had a vasectomy 18 years ago and we have not lost anything in desire or performance whatsoever. I was initially very interested in how it would – but am more horny today than ever. Plus, this might not be so important to you – but I'll throw it in anyway: we both agree that the volume and look of my cum is essentially the same amount. We like it because we both enjoy making a super wet mess!
Back to the headline: your story was a wonderful wake up gift today. Thank you for sharing it. It may lead to us making a mess right after I press "post comment"? May God continue to bless you both in your marriage. LH
We have a squirt blanket too, and it has been sex altering! Knowing I can squirt with full abandon without sleeping in a puddle later has helped me relax and let my juices flow. Learning how to female ejaculate has been exhilarating and an incredible turn on for both of us. My husband goes crazy when I do….especially on his face. Maybe I'll give him a sexy shower tonight. I'm getting wet just thinking about it….
Oh, we do too, thongmom and crazyhappyloved!! Hubby is ecstatic when I squirt in his face or on his cock. And obviously, I have to be ecstatic to do it!! :))
Fantastic story!!! I love to please. Tell me about the squirt thing. Would love to hear it!!!
How does this story not get 10 stars? This is phenomenal writing. So hot-so good.
@LH, Glad you enjoyed it! It blesses me to know that sharing my experiences influences others to enjoy (or look forward to) hot sex with their spouses. Also, thanks for the info on the after effects of the big V. We haven't gotten to number 20, so no swimmer test yet. Still, enjoying the wait. ?
@Thongmom, I know, right? The first time I squirted in his mouth I nearly drowned him, but he loved it! I was beyond happy when we got our blanket. So worth it. Hope he enjoyed his "shower". Write us a story about it?
@ArtRutherford, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I love the way you comment on nearly every story with your signature style and wit. Not sure what you want to hear more of about the squirting, what it is or how it happens, maybe? Let me know and I'll try to write it up. ?
@sensualcouple, Thank you. That means a lot coming from you. Your stories are a real turn on, too, since you two seem to have so many 'likes' in common with Rez and me. Though there aren't many (any?) I've read on here that aren't hot and sexy.
That was quite a story! However there were some terms I didn't quite understand… like what is a "love blanket"? Also, when u say "female prostate" do you mean G-spot? God bless
@Harper Shelby Thorton, Hi and thanks!
The blanket I'm refering to is a waterproof blanket marketed by Liberator. Mine is purple, with a silky side and a furry/fleecy side. Inside there is a moisture barrier, which means no more sleeping in a soaked bed!
There is a lot of disagreement about the relationship between the G-spot, Skene's glands and the clitoris (the whole thing, roots and all). Some think the Skene's glands are homologous to the male prostate and operate indepedantly. Other's think they are just a part of the G-spot or that both are part of the overall clitoral structure. I looked them up on Wikipedia.
For me, what I'm describing is a spot located maybe 2.5" in on the front side of my vagina wall. With proper stimulation it makes me squirt, which feels sort of like a 'normal' orgasm but different, too. I know that doesn't happen for everybody. It didn't for me until I was nearly 50. I'll write a post about what I've learned. Maybe Thongmom will, too.
CrazyHappyLoved Thank you!
This is one off my favorite stories here.