Breaking the drought

Lockdowns have killed my sex life. The ache was starting to infect my dreams. I was waking myself up gripping the bed sheets tight, legs thrown over them while dream me fucked figments of my imagination. It had been over a month now and my mood was fading faster than I could keep my vibes charged.

He’d slid back into my inbox the night before, tormenting me with reminders about the first and last time we had met just before lockdowns kicked in. He wanted to know how badly I wanted it, how much I needed it.

I showered and dressed and told him to text me his address. Lockdown or no, I needed to get me some.

“Now?” he replied. “Is that allowed at all?”

“Seriously,” I said. “I’m offering to come around right now and bend over so you can fuck me.”

“I know what you’re saying but I don’t want anyone to get in trouble.”

“Forget it,” I tapped out much harder than was needed.

“Well, no let’s talk about it. Like adults.”

“Mood is gone now. Just forget it.” I was horny and cranky now, which is never a good combination.

“Well then I will come there and just fuck you right there and then and the mood will come back,” he text. “On my way. Keep the door open. And you better be naked.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“I’m on my way. I don’t care who’s the boss.”

I was waiting for him in my hallway wearing a too large flanno over my underwear, my legs bare. He pulled me close and kissed me hard.

“You want this?” he said. “Is this what you want?”

“I want this,” I murmured, my hands in his hair kissing him feverishly. I needed the touch of his skin and tore his shirt up over his head. He attempted to unbutton my flanno but I was quicker. I could feel his hard, fat cock through his pants and I needed to see it, to kiss it, to suck it.

He undressed in the hallway as I walked to my room and bent face down over the bed, my arse at the perfect height for him to taste me. He spanked it, gently (we’re working on that), and pushed his now naked cock against my underwear.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked again.

“Oh fuck yes. Please.”

He pulled down my undies and buried his face between my arse, parting the cheeks with his hands so he could lick me. He tongued my hole, making me squirm in pleasure on the bed. It had been far too long since I had been touched.

He stood up to tease my arse with the head of his cock, making me gasp. I wanted it everywhere simultaneously. It was hard to decide what to do first. He made the decision for me and plunged deeply into me. It was such an overwhelming sensation, I could have cried. Fuck I’d missed this.

He’d thrust into me and then stop, withdrawing until I whimpered for him to get back inside me. He’d push himself in again, making me moan into the sheets. He tormented me like this for a few minutes until my pussy started to quiver. I crawled on to the bed and he crawled on after me. I turned around to take his cock deep into my mouth, gagging on its girth.

“That’s it, take all of it,” he said. I very happily obliged, relaxing my throat until my chin touched his balls. I sucked and spat on it, getting it ready for him to fuck me hard. I lay on my back and he lifted my arse high in the air, my ankles either side of his ears but he didn’t enter me. He pulled at my bra, pulling the cups down so he could squeeze my nipples between his fingertips.

“I want to see your pussy,” he said.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Nothing, nothing. I just want to look at it and see how horny it is,” he said as he parted my lips with his hands and slid in a finger.

“Oh yes, you are very wet.” He slid his finger in and out of me as I writhed on the bed. I was far too overdue for this kind of play. I needed to be fucked and fucked hard. I needed to cum.

“I want to ride you,” I pleaded. “Can I please?”

“If you think you can.”

“Oh, I can, don’t worry.”

I lowered myself onto his cock and moaned loudly. This, this is what I had been missing. This is what I needed. I rocked against him and told him to bite my nipples that were now perfectly positioned over his face. He sucked at them greedily and I told him to bite harder. I began to cum and felt my pussy contract on his cock.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god!” I exclaimed, grinding my clit hard against him.

I leaned back so I was sitting astride him, his hands on my thighs and I sucked in the cool night air through my mouth.

“You used me now?” he asked teasingly.

“Yep, I’m good,” I said and I was. But he was not done and I wasn’t finished with him either. On my back again, he fucked me slower now, driving into me deeply. We kissed and connected until I knew I was going to come again. Never shy about such things, I came loudly and as I did, he asked if he could come in me.

“Yes, come in me. Come with me.” And he thrust once, twice, three times and came with hardly a sound. We breathed together, shared a kiss and he withdrew from me.

A good fuck. There’s really nothing like it.

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