I groaned loudly and kissed her as I exploded into the condom. She moaned even louder when I came and had a little aftershock orgasm. Finally I stopped thrusting and we just laid there, kissing. I swear I could feel her heartbeat where the tip of my penis was pressed against the back wall of her vagina. Her entrance was clamped down on me even harder than before. It seemed like each orgasm was making her tighter. Reluctantly, I pulled out to remove the condom. Her vaginal muscles were clinging to me so tightly I had to hold onto the condom as I pulled out. I disposed of it and came back to snuggle up with her. We talked for a while, basking in the afterglow.
Molly stayed the night, falling asleep in my arms. I couldn’t sleep because my mind was racing. She was so funny and quirky, and our first time having sex had been so good! I hoped it was only just the beginning. I couldn’t believe my luck. To have met this cute, funny girl with an amazing body who also happened to be multi-orgasmic! What were the odds?!
And it wasn’t just the sex. I really liked her. Molly’s sense of humor and personality were so unique. She was like no one I’d ever met. She constantly surprised me with the bold, funny things she did and said.
As I lay there thinking this, she rolled over in her sleep and scooted her butt back against me. I cupped her breast and tried to fall asleep, but it was no use. Her butt was too perfect against my crotch. Her breast felt too good in my hand. I started getting hard again, my penis pressing against the back of her thighs as it tried to straighten. Eventually I was rock hard, throbbing. She made a sleepy happy noise and shifted her weight just enough that my cock slipped up between her thighs. The top side of my shaft came to rest against her labia, the head touching her clitoris. I thought for sure she would wake all the way up but her breathing slowed again.
The heat emanating from her core made me throb against her clit. Having her perky butt pressed against my crotch was killing me. I gently thrust my hips forward just a little to feel her butt squish against me. God it was good. I throbbed again.
I was worried she would wake up so I held still and tried to fall asleep, which of course didn’t work. I was rock hard and there was no chance of that changing unless I stopped spooning her. I didn’t want to wake her so I tried to slowly extricate myself. That’s when I noticed she was getting slick against the top side of my shaft.
I started to slide my cock out from between her thighs, but she scooted back with her butt, following me. This had the effect of coating my penis with even more of her juices. I felt the head of my penis bump into her clit again. It was fully engorged.
I whispered “Molly, are you awake?”… but there was no response. She was getting turned on in her sleep! I found myself wondering what sexy dream she was having. I didn’t want to wake her so I tried again to slip out from between her thighs, succeeding this time.
I laid there next to her, the air cooling her juices on my penis, and I tried to digest what had just happened. Was Molly really so insatiable that she got wet in her sleep, just from our parts touching?? I thought to myself, not for the first time, that she was like no one else I’d ever been with. I smiled in the darkness of the room, feeling more than a little lucky. Eventually my hard-on went away, post-coital drowsiness slowed my racing mind, and I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up confused, wrenched out of a dream by the feeling of a warm wet mouth on my penis. I looked down to see her twinkling eyes smiling from beneath her tousled red hair. She was lying between my legs, propped up on her elbows.
I groaned and tried to say good morning. She let my cock out of my mouth and laughed.
As I mentioned before, it’s been years since that day so my memory is hazy, but what she said next was so hot I still remember it…
“Sorry,” she said, “I hope it’s ok? You had morning wood and I couldn’t help myself. I never got to finish this tasty treat last night, so I’m having you for breakfast.”
She said that last bit with a naughty grin and then sucked me back into her mouth. I could only groan and nod. I loved how direct she was. And her libido was off the charts!
She stopped sucking on me again to look lustfully at my penis. “God I love your cock”, she said. She eyed my meat with a sexual hunger, like a lioness about to devour her prey.
Molly gripped the base of my cock with one hand and sucked. She was better at it than I expected. And it turns out I was right. Her lips did look amazing wrapped around my cock. She cupped my balls with the other hand and squeezed gently. She popped her mouth off me again to say, “Mmmm, I love your balls, they’re so delicious. I just want to squeeze them.”
She looked at me with a mischievous grin, then squeezed harder. I gasped. She watched my expression. I wasn’t about to stop her from doing anything that she wanted. As a pleaser, desperately wanting to make this girl mine, I would have done just about anything in that moment.
So I went with it. I smiled slightly, and she put my cock back in her mouth and tongued the sensitive underside, then squeezed my balls again, even harder. I gasped again. She grinned around my penis and kept sucking. Periodically she would squeeze my balls, sometimes gently, sometimes hard and always without warning, stopping just as quickly. Sometimes she would instead slowly increase the pressure, only backing off when I gasped loudly.
All the while she was giving me amazing head. It was so intense that I got close really fast. I didn’t have a fetish for testicle abuse, or so I thought, but she was quickly changing that. She sensed I was close and stopped sucking on me, ducking her head down to take my balls in her mouth one at a time. She gently nibbled on one, then sucked it all the way in and squeezed it firmly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I gasped again. It felt surprisingly good. A drop of precome oozed out of the tip of my dick. She stopped sucking on my nut to say, “mmm yummy!” and then licked the head of my penis clean.
Then she used her fingers to force both of my testicles into her mouth. It took her a few tries. They barely fit at the same time. When she got them both in, she let out a muffled appreciative moan and stroked my cock. She bore down, squeezing both of my balls between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, harder and harder, until finally I grabbed her shoulder, yelping.
She let my balls pop out of her mouth and looked up. “Was that too hard?” she asked, looking genuinely concerned.
I hesitated before responding, not wanting to disappoint her, and shook my head slowly. She grinned again. “I didn’t think so,” she said matter-of-factly. By then more precome was oozing out and drooling down my penis head. She greedily licked it all off and said, “more please!” before continuing to suck on my cock, this time with a determined steady pace.
In no time I was close to the edge. She looked up at me while she sucked on the head. She started stroking my cock faster and faster. She felt my balls starting to pull up and wrapped her free hand tightly around them so they couldn’t escape. I groaned loudly as I went over the precipice.
Just as my orgasm hit, she clamped down hard on my balls with her hand and didn’t let go until I stopped coming. I spurted wildly into her mouth over and over. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I was still recovering when her eyes went wide and she made a “mmmph!!” noise around my cock. She swallowed visibly, pulled off me and said, “Shit I’m late for work!”
She jumped out of bed and gathered her clothes, then scampered naked into the bathroom. I could only stare in awe as her juicy butt bounced away. Her body was so perfect I almost had to pinch myself. Did this incredibly hot babe really just give me the best blowjob of my life?!
Seconds later she ran out the door saying something like, “Sorry to eat and run! You’re delicious and I think I’m in love with your penis. Bye!”
It was mutual. My penis was in love with her. The rest of me wasn’t far behind. We spent all day texting each other, and when we weren’t doing that I was thinking about her. I got zero work done. It dawned on me that this was very much reminiscent of how things had gone with Diana. I realized I needed to take things slow. Easier said than done…
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