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I left Tina to deal with her family brunch on her own, a glow on her cheeks and a smile on her lips. As expected, she found another job shortly thereafter – just in time, I wondered. We weren’t quite boyfriend and girlfriend, but called each other often. Sometimes we’d play it cool, but other times we’d be upfront about how much we missed each others’ bodies. One Saturday a few weeks later stands out in particular.

Tina wasn’t shy in her texts. “I need you inside me,” she’d messaged me on a Friday. “Come over Saturday. We’ll order in. You can spend the night.” It was all the encouragement I needed. I cleared what few plans I had and showed up at her door at the appointed time. She didn’t greet me with her usual enthusiasm though.

“Hi!” I said, immediately reading her face and knowing something was wrong. “What’s up?”

She pulled me inside and closed the door. Dinner had been delivered, and was on the counter in bags. I placed the wine I’d brought alongside it.

“I got my period,” she said, with some frustration. “So I’m even hornier, but we can’t fuck.”

I put my hand on her arm. “I don’t mind, honestly,” I said.

“I do,” she said. “I mean, thanks, but… it makes me self-conscious. It’s messy. It’s just… not how I like you to see me.”

“Well don’t worry about it. Let’s have dinner. Some wine. It’s not a big deal.” I helped set the table and plate, hoping to lift her mood somehow. I made drinks, asked her about the new job.

She perked up a little when I suggested we just watch a movie together. We settled into the couch, with our wine, my arm around her. I couldn’t help but put my face in her hair and kiss her ear. She turned her head and put her lips to mine. After a moment, she pulled away. “Augh,” she groaned. ”I’m just gonna want it more.”

“Well, what can we do?” I looked at her in her jeans and t-shirt. “Why don’t you put on something more comfortable. Honestly. Whatever works for you.”

She kissed me on the cheek and ran into her room. In a moment she was back in sweatpants and a tank top. “I feel gross,” she said.

“Well if it’s any consolation, you look cute as hell.”

She smiled and blushed a bit.

“So what if we don’t do it tonight. We can just do anything else you want.”

I stroked her nipple through her shirt and she squirmed a bit. “What are you thinking,” I asked.

“I think I want to play with you.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was up for it. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

I was getting a bit nervous. “Almost anything,” I said.

“Carry me to bed,” she said. I dutifully picked her up in my arms and took her to her bedroom, placing her down gently on the bed.

“This is where I want *you*, though. But facing the other way.”

I got her meaning instantly, and lay down on the bed as she got up, with my feet pointing toward the headboard. She undid my jeans and pulled them off me. My cock was already hard, poking up against my boxer briefs. She stroked it gently, as if it was her pet. “Always so nice to see,” she said, more to my penis than to me. “I’ll be right back.”

She returned momentarily with a towel. “Sit up,” she said. I did, and she pulled my t-shirt off me, then tossed it on the floor. She then spread a towel out behind me. “Now lie back down.” Again, I did as i was told.

Tina pulled off her sweatpants, under which she wore a tight pair of black lycra shorts. As shapely as she was underneath it, they clearly delineated her “no go” zone. Her tank top draped loosely off her, and her nipples had become hard.

“What if I just had a boy to play with, what would I do?” She said, not expecting an answer. She touched my balls through my shorts with her fingertips. My cock jumped a bit.

“See, that’s so cool,”she said.

I reached around to touch her ass.

“Nuh-uh,” she said, inching away from me. “You just lie as still as you can.”

A drop of precum mae a dark spot on my underwear as Tina stroked my balls. “Oh, we can’t let that go to waste,” she said, pulling the waistband down to lick the tip of my throbbing cock. “How do I get more of that?”

I honestly didn’t know. “Wait, I guess?”

She grabbed me firmly with one hand and started stroking upward. I shuddered involuntarily. “Does this help?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I said.

“How about this,” she asked, putting her other hand on my balls and squeezing gently.

“That’s nice too – just not too tight!”

She managed to coax another drop to the tip eventually. “Mmm,” she said, licking it off me. She lay her head down on my stomach and continued to massage me and lick the precum as it came out of me. I ran my fingers through her dark hair.

“Do you think you could cum like this?” she asked.

“Probably not,” I told her, “but it feels nice all the same.” Since her initial attempt when we first got together she’d been working on getting more of me into her mouth. Now she could comfortably get the entire head in without causing either of us any discomfort. She moved forward and did it now, still massaging me and milking me, but holding her mouth still around me. I reached around to cup one of her breasts and she didn’t object. “I love being here with you,” I told her. She simply stroked my leg in reply and inched her mouth a little further down my cock.

We cuddled like that for a long while. I lost my erection at one point and Tina took benefit of the opportunity to suck the entirety of my cock into her mouth, slowly letting me slip back out when I got hard again. It’s something she loves doing every chance she gets now. Finally she lifted her head off me and crawled between my legs. She held me in one hand and sucked one of my balls into her mouth gently, sliding her tongue around it before letting it slip out again.

“Can I ask you something,” she said.

“Sure.”

“Have you ever tasted your own cum?”

I didn’t say anything for a moment. “On your lips sometimes,” I said.

She giggled a little. “But never on your own?” Again I didn’t answer right away. “You can tell me.”

“A bit of precum, sometimes. Just a drop. More than that… it’s not so easy.”

“But you would if you could?”

“If I was really turned on.”

“Are you… really turned on right now?”

I was aching.

Tina sat up on her knees between my legs and started stroking me a little more purposefully. “Lift up your bum a little,” she said. I did as she asked and she slid her knees under me. “We can do this together… if you trust me.”

“I trust you,” I said.

“Remember, I was a gymnast in school. I can make this work. Just try to keep your legs balanced.” She put her arms around my hips and pulled me up toward her as if I was about to do a handstand, though my weight was on my shoulders. “Hold onto me if you need to.”

I reached down and found her ass with both my hands. She leaned forward to suck on my balls some more, but now she had to push my cock up toward the ceiling a bit to lick it.

“Close your eyes,” she said. Again, I obeyed. Balancing was tricky until I found I could rest my calves on her shoulders. She continued stroking my cock, keeping it slick with her tongue as she went. I felt the pleasure building slowly, in spite of the awkward position.

“Oh honey,” I moaned quietly as I felt the my climax approach. “Do it, make me cum.”

“Open your mouth for me.”

She must have felt the spasms start as soon as I did. She lifted herself up on her knees, and, holding me tightly with one arm, me along with her. A drop of the first spurt landed in my mouth, some on my chin. She leaned forward a couple of degrees and continued stroking, aiming the rest directly in my mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” she instructed. Two, three, four, five more spurts landed in my open mouth, warm and strange. Tina slid out from under me deftly, pausing to suck the last drops off the tip of my cock. Then she practically scampered up me to put her mouth on mine, grabbing me by the shoulders and rolling me over on top of her. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and my sperm flowed down into hers as she gripped me tightly, pulling me to her with her legs. Finally our lips parted. Her heart was pounding. “Oh wow,” she whispered. “Was that okay?”

Honestly I wasn’t sure I would like it, but I nodded enthusiastically. She smiled and kissed me again, gently and lovingly. I rolled us over again so that she was on top.

“You know what else,” she asked.

“What?”

“I think I changed my mind. That was so hot.” She ground her crotch against me for emphasis. “Will you fuck me? Would you mind? Even if it’s a bit messy?”

I wasn’t in a position to say no. She sprinted to the washroom. “Give me a few minutes,” she said. I lay on my back on the bed, exploring the taste in my mouth. I had a funny wondered that my sometime girlfriend was a bit of a cum slut. She literally could not get enough. And she’d just initiated me, somehow. I thought where it would lead. After a little while I heard her say, “okay!” and walked into the bathroom. She motioned me into the shower with one hand. I climbed in and closed the sliding door behind me. I turned to her, naked and glistening, and was instantly pretty sure cumming again wouldn’t be an problem. She put her arms around me and kissed my chest.

“I’ve never had this much fun with anyone before,” she said, reaching for the shower gel. She spread it all over me liberally, and started working up a lather up and down my body, paying special attention to my crotch.

I pulled her close to me, sliding our soapy bodies together, turning her around so that I could stroke her tits from behind. My cock was erect again, and fit naturally into the crack of her firm, toned ass. I started to slide up and down against her. She pushed back against me in time for a couple of strokes. Then suddenly she made a noise – like a sudden groan of pure frustration that was almost comical. She pulled us into the flow of the shower to rinse the soap off and grabbed some lube off the shower shelf. Practically slapping the shower head out of the way, she proceeded to cover my cock with about twice as much lube as anyone would need, and then turned and grabbed the accessibility bar attached to the shower wall. “Just do me, hard, NOW,” she almost yelled at me.

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I positioned myself at her entranceway and grabbed her hip with my free hand and slammed into her. She was bent toward the tiled wall, her ass pointing toward me.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried as I pounded into her. “Harder!” I would have worried about hurting her if she wasn’t urging me on. I wondered I heard her crying at one point but maybe she was just gasping for breath. After maybe twenty strokes like that she pulled away and turned to face me. “Don’t look down,” she said, almost laughing. She grabbed the bar behind her for balance and lifted one leg up to give me easy access. Her surprising agility combined with her small stature made me feel superhuman. I lifted both her legs up and fucked her hard and fast, water spraying off my back, her cries urging me on. She almost screamed when she came, and I hoped the apartment was well insulated, lest the neighbours think she was being murdered. I started to feel my own climax coming on, and didn’t let up as I pressed her against the tile and slammed my cock into her with firm deliberation.

The filthiest words fell from her lips. “Fuck me!” and “Cum in me!” were the mildest among them. And finally I did – it almost hurt, it was so forceful, so needed. With the last thrust I pinned her against the wall and she grabbed me with both arms and all her strength.

“Holy shit,” she whispered in my hear hoarsely.

“Are you some kind of demon?” I asked, jokingly. She started laughing and I joined in. “You’re trying to kill me.”

She put her hands on my face and kissed me. “I’m sorry! I just needed you so much.”

We backed into the flow of the shower once more and rinsed ourselves off.

“It’s not fair,” she said finally, “that I get the horniest when I feel the most… *gross*.”

“You are sexy and beautiful and amazing,” I told her.

We towelled each other off and fell into her bed. She wrapped her naked body against me but there was no question of starting up again after that episode. I held her close, almost dizzy with exhaustion, and sleep came soon after.

NSFW: yes

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