In a direction I didn't expect

Damn, she was hot!

Bea started pressing down, her lips slowly wrapping around my tip. Even once I was securely in place, she kept her hand on my shaft until, as she lowered herself, her fingers were pushed out of the way by her pussy.

“Ohhhhh!” I groaned softly. Enough to let her know I liked it but not enough to make her think her job was done. Once I was all the way inside, Bea's hands went to my chest. Her head, too rested there and she breathed slowly and deeply.

“Tell me what you're thinking,” I said.

“I can't believe I'm doing this,” she immediately replied. “I'm going to kill you! I don't know how you're doing this. I don't want to-”

“Stop,” I said, realizing my mistake. “I mean, tell me how it feels to have a bare cock inside you for the first time.”

“Oh God,” she gasped. “It's... it's so different. It feels... a little like I've never really had sex before. Like every other time I've had a cock inside me, it's just been a glorified dildo with a man attached. I've never felt so intimately connected to someone. It's scary and sexy and I can't wait to feel it moving inside me. I'm tingling already.”

“Good girl,” I said, rubbing her bare back. Bea trembled at those words. “You like that?” I asked. She slowly nodded. “You're my good girl,” I said again. “You're doing a great job. I'm so proud of you.” Bea whimpered at my praise and began wiggling her hips. My hands moved down her back and cupped her tight buns. I massaged them as she started grinding on my length.

“That's my girl,” I whispered. “Thaaaaat's my good girl.” Bea moaned happily and started moving more.

She wasn't pounding down on me or even thrusting. Just sliding back and forth, grinding down against me. She hadn't lifted up since I had entered her. I was still as deep as I was when we started. And something had changed. She pushed herself up a little bit and looked at my face. Her eyes were glistening, verging on tears. Grabbing my face with her hands, she began to kiss me again. Not sensually like before, but earnestly, hungrily. Then backing up her face from mine, she reluctantly broke our kiss so she could sit up straight.

Bea started rocking her hips forwards and backwards, never letting me push in and out. I stared at the thin black hair of her mound as it wiggled in front of me. I imaged how my cock must look, buried behind the flesh and muscle, embraced in her tunnel, being rocked about by her steady motions. I looked upwards, past the tight, flat abdomen and stopping at the breasts. Too small to flop around, they jiggled with her motions. I reached up and rubbed them appreciatively. “You're a good girl, sharing your body with me,” I said. Her face winced and she whimpered again.

All confidence was missing. All bravado and control had given way to something else. Her speed changed several times, as did her angle. But she kept a steady motion, working towards a different goal than her original one. She was getting close. Her hands, planted firmly on my belly for leverage, moved to the part of her crevice that could be reached. Pulling away some flesh, she tried rubbing around. Bending over, she was able to rub her clit against me. This put her movements into high gear. She started moaning on each pass of her body against mine. Her hands grabbed my wrists and held on as I continued to rub all over her front.

“Are you close?” I asked. She nodded.

I took the risk of interrupting her and pulled her body close to mine. Grabbing a pillow, I put it under my butt – a trick I had learned from an ex-girlfriend. It put my hips in a better position for her to get the friction she needed. I held Bea close to me, surrounding her in my firm embrace. She kept moving in this new position, her cries getting faster and more intense. I couldn't resist holding her ass cheeks again as they tensed and relaxed over and over.

“Please... please... please...” she started chanting, trying to get my lips in place to kiss her. I tried to, but she was moving to much to stay connected in that way. Instead, I tried to replicate that sense of connection by wrapping my arms around her back, putting one hand on the back of her head and holding her close. “I love my good girl,” I said softly.

Bea cried out a high gasp and slowed down. With a few long, firm strokes, she gripped my arms and started cumming. Her orgasm sounded like weeping, she chest jerking and breath shaking. Her voice groaned out one long wail and her legs tightened on my hips. Still embracing her, I just mumbled more affirmations. “You're so wonderful... so precious... so beautiful... so smart... so strong... such a good girl for me...” I would never have guessed she was going to be turned on by that, but there it was. Bea was a needy, affirmation hungry girls who probably had some daddy issues. It wasn't for me to judge or fix. Just to take advantage of.

For several long minutes after she came, Bea stayed on top of me, nuzzling her face into my chest and shoulder. Then, perhaps realizing how **** she had become, she slowly lifted her head and smiled at me. Her hair was a mess and her face red. “Did you like that?” she asked. There was the Bea I remembered. Trying to play like she had done all that for my sake. And you know what, maybe she really was that good, playing me like a cheap organ. But I didn't think so. I think I had found her weak spot.

“That was amazing,” I assured her. “You are so damn sexy.”

Bea was slowly squeezing my cock with her pussy. “I know. But we're not done yet, are we?”

“I certainly hope not,” I replied. Bea started grinding on me again, then she finally lifted up and slowly pressed back down. For a few minutes she leisurely pumped me in that position, lightly kissing my lips and neck, smiling the whole time. Then she straightened up again, like before. But this time, instead of just grinding, she was pumping up and down my whole length. I didn't want to tell her how close I was getting. I wanted her to keep giving me her A-game.

Bea was in excellent health, mainly due to sports and healthy living. So even though our session had been going for a while, she was showing no signs of fatigue, working my cock over and over with unrelenting enthusiasm. At one point, she rotated around while I was still inside her, ending up facing away from me. “Oh God,” I groaned appreciatively as I gripped her ass.

“You an ass man?” she asked, putting one hand on top of my hands as they kneaded her buns. She looked back and smiled confidently.

“I'm a man who appreciates all the varieties of sexiness that women have to offer. And you, Bea, are probably the sexiest woman I've known.”

Bouncing up and down so that her flesh jiggled, Bea said, “Let's see if we can remove the 'probably' from that sentence.” When she felt me start to thrust up at her, Bea had to know I was close.

“Hey, since you like my ass so much, you wanna cover it in your cum?” I hadn't expected this strategy. Very smart of her. Not wanting me to cum inside her, Bea didn't take the approach of refusing me. She was instead going to tempt me with something else, convincing me to choose to cum somewhere else.

“Meh,” I replied, probably hurting her pride. A “meh” during sex had to be insulting. “I never liked the pull out stuff. It's all over porn, but I usually skip those videos. It's so anticlimactic to end with a hand job.”

She **** a laugh and slowed down her strokes. Long, firm thrusts, my tip almost falling out before she would slooowwwly drive it back in.

“You plan to cum down my throat, then.” It was a statement, not a question.

I waited a moment. “I guess,” I said, not disguising my disappointment.

“You guess?”

“If I have to. Not my first choice by far. But I get it, if that's how it has to be.”

I was playing to her pride now. Everything was on the line. If I wasn't 100% satisfied, if I didn't declare her the best of the bunch, Bea will feel like she had failed. And I had just made it clear that not finishing inside her would be second best. “Besides,” I added, “it's been a while since I finished in a girl's mouth, so maybe that'll be cool.”

“A while?” she asked, turning to look back at me with a frown of uncertainty. “You mean all the other girls this weekend...”

I didn't answer.

Bea started moving quickly. I was getting really close. If I took charge and grabbed her hips, I could be done in less than a minute. The added thrill of being the first to ever fill her was helping. But before I could act on that thought, Bea solved her problem in a way I didn't anticipate. Still facing away from me, she sat up. “Come here, baby,” she demanded. “Sit up and hold me.” I moved myself up and wrapped my arms around her. I was now sitting on the edge of my bed and Bea was on my lap, facing away from me. She was breathing heavily. Reaching down between us, Bea took hold of my cock.

“You've left me only one option,” she said. I prepared my self to push deep and fill her up. I kissed her shoulder and worked my way up her beautiful neck. When my tongue tickled her ear lobe, she giggled and lifted herself up. I was suddenly outside her.

Then, with a quick shift of her hips, she repositioned and started pushing down again. Her entrance was tight and dry, but my cock was still very wet from her juices. I was as hard as I could get and she was pushing down without stopping. This was Bea at her most determined. After just a few seconds, I was an inch deep in her ass!

“What the-” I tried to protest. But with a few firm pushes, Bea had me balls deep. She groaned and tried to make it sound like pleasure, but I knew it could only be pain and discomfort. That didn't stop her from pulling up and thrusting herself back down. I had been so close already. The excitement, the surprise, and the tightness of my first ass fuck gave me no alternative. I started releasing my load into her ass. Bea squeezed around me and I couldn't help but shout. “FUUUUUUCK!” I screamed, pushing myself up to try to get deeper than I already was. Her anal wring clenched the base of my cock and made my release the strongest I've ever felt. My arms around her just crushed her body close to me.

“Yeah, baby, fill that ass,” Bea cooed. “Fill it up. Fuck yeah, so warm. I've never had a guy cum in my ass like this. Ohhh fuck it feels good. You feel huge and warm.” She wiggled in my lap and squeezed my cock. I groaned loudly again and shouted, “Shit!” That last part was more in anger and frustration. I had planned to cum inside 15 different pussies this weekend, and Bea had derailed that. But at the same time, Hot DAMN! It felt so good to be all the way in her tight ass. Even when I had finished pumping my balls dry, we stayed in that position. All my nerves and sensations were focused on that one spot where my body entered hers. Eventually, I became aware of other sensations, and my arms unwrapped her body and began rubbing her breasts. Bea leaned her head back onto my shoulder and said triumphantly, “I told you I would make you shout.”

I laughed with her, and feeling a woman laugh while you're far inside her ass is a wonderful thing. I laughed again when I imagined what it would be like to watch a stand-up comedy routine while positioned this way, feeling her ass squeeze me every time she laughed. My brain was in a weird spot, still not cleared up from the incredible orgasm. I guess she had well and truly fucked my brains out.

I didn't want to move. I didn't want it to end. I held her silently in my embrace, my cock barely any softer. It was only a few minutes later, when my stomach growled in anticipation of lunch that I admitted we had to part.

“My good girl,” I said, kissing Bea's neck again. She shivered in my arms and whimpered happily.