The Pagan And The Pervert

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In a flash my lady had slid to the floor. She was sitting between my knees as she took my cock out of my pants. It was in her mouth in a second. We struggled to get my pants off because she didn’t want to stop. I count my blessings everyday that the woman I’ve chosen to spend my life with actually gets off on fellatio!

I was reaching down and playing with her nipples through her shirt as she focused on the task before her. Each flick of her nipple brought a fresh muffled moan from the floor. Her bra cooperated as I unclipped it, her shirt coming off during a lightning quick detachment from my member. She adjusted her position so I could finger her clit while she worked. I think she must’ve slid her skirt off herself, but I didn’t notice

While this was going on, Jenny and Jim were starting to get into it themselves, but we’d already noticed they were a bit tardy in keeping up. A brief moment of disappointment crept in. We’d both wanted to see a show too. But the disappointment was only in passing; this was too much fun for anything to bring us down!

“Do you like this?”, the Pagan asked as she took a mouthful of hot coffee and went back down on me. The feeling was intense. I think I’ve said before that oral sex doesn’t usually get me right off. I love it to pieces and the Pagan’s mouth always feels great. I’m just rarely in danger of coming from fellatio alone. But when she put my cock in her hot-coffee mouth I nearly blew on the spot.

I drew the Pagan up by the shoulders and kissed her. My mouth sliding down to her fully aroused nipples, licking each in turn, kneading her breasts and pushing her nipples together. In the background our play pals were getting under way. Jim had nuded up and Jenny was topless. He was sucking her breasts and seemed to be enjoying himself. He may have been oblivious, but it was clear to us Jenny didn’t really want to be there.

(Later, on the way home we were marvelling at how we could’ve missed it; we’ve chatted to so many couples on line and so often its blatantly clear its the guy driving it. We were so conscious of the issue generally and to this day we believe we couldn’t have spotted it from the signs we got at dinner. But for now, it was too late to stop!)

I almost threw the Pagan down on the floor and dived between her legs. The Pagan has the sweetest tasting juices its ever been my pleasure to experience. That night she was the wettest I’d seen her; before or since. It was literally running down her legs. I was licking it up off her thighs; slurping the moisture up, swallowing mouthfuls at a time. She was so aroused and open to me, I was able to bury my entire face between her labia. I don’t know if any of you have had your mouth, nose and eyes covered by a vagina all at once. Its a rare pleasure. I was moving my face from side to side, covered in her juices from ear to ear and chin to forehead!

She doesn’t usually like the taste of her own juices, but she kissed me deeply after that; beyond caring.

We were still both on the floor. I sat up and leaned back against the couch we’d been sitting on earlier. The Pagan climbed on and began to ride me. The urgency was fantastic, but when I’m as turned on as I was that night, that’s not always a good thing. I was close to coming and I knew it! The Pagan knew it, too, but she couldn’t be stopped!

The others were lying on the couch, Jenny on her back with her legs out straight. Jim was on top of her and may or may not have been inside her. We couldn’t tell and somehow going over for a closer look didn’t seem like the thing to do.

If I didn’t stop the Pagan soon it’d be over. I was enjoying being ridden, I always do. Her tits hanging right in front of my face while she fucks me is shear heaven, but I had to take control. I tipped her on to her back again and moved on top of her. I slowed the pace down, which I later learned had broken her rhythm at just the wrong time. Sorry babe

For the next few minutes I stopped and started the thrusting and alternated it with going down on her again. By now, though, the urgency had departed just a touch and the taste of my Pagan-juice kiss wasn’t so welcome. In the background our audience was finishing up and, all things considered, it was time to stop. I buried my cock deep inside and let my load go.

Our afterglow was interrupted by Jim and Jenny getting up and moving to their bedroom. Without words spoken, we both knew that still being naked when they came back out would be overstaying the welcome. We dressed and when they returned we accepted the coffee on offer.

Shortly after we headed home.

We saw them again, at our place this time, but playing wasn’t on the cards. We continued to chat on-line for a while, but we never saw them after that and in time the on-line contact drifted away, too. It was an experience we both enjoyed and we’d love to do it again. Hopefully next time we’ll get to watch as well as be watched!

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