We got back to mine early in the A.M. and quietly made our way into the house. I live with two of the greatest, not to mention beautiful, girls I’ve been lucky to know, but they were away for the weekend, so I gave Patricia a tour of the house without having to worry about disturbing anyone. I made us a couple of drinks for us to carry with us on our walk around the house. She noted that the fireplace is identical to the one she has at home. Before heading upstairs I decided quickly to build a fire. I threw in some coal and a couple of logs to allow it to last longer. We made our way upstairs and I showed her my room and where the bathroom was. I pointed out the girls’ rooms but obviously never ventured into them. We could hear the crackling of the logs on the fire, so we made our way back downstairs, drinks in hand.
We spent a good hour or so sitting on the couch in front of the fire, talking about anything and everything. It was so great to spend time with her again. It had felt like an eternity. The conversation was quite personal, and it was obvious that certain subjects upset her. Not in a teary, sad kind of way, but more annoyance, anger and resentment to whatever or whoever is responsible for making her feel as such. Patricia has one of the purest, kindest hearts I’ve ever known anyone to have. And the idea or thought of it being misused and/or taken for granted is upsetting in its own right. I gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek as we separated. I smiled at her, which she return as her head turned down towards her drink in her hand. She finished what was left in the glass and I offered if she wanted another. She didn’t. She said she felt rather content. I offered tea or coffee, but again she said no. She seemed happy enough to chill out and relax. I stood up from the couch and lifted our glasses. I said that I would be back in a minute, and took the glasses into the kitchen.
I came back into the living room to find Patricia standing up against the fireplace, her left foot on the mantel in which the fireplace actually sits upon. “Are you alright?” I asked. “Yeah I’m grand. Just getting some heat” she replied. I smiled and nodded before sitting down behind on the couch.
Patricia has an amazing figure, which was excellently highlighted via the fire, which at this stage was in full flow. It casted what could only be described as silhouette-like image in front of me. I couldn’t help but not to look. At this point, Patricia placed each arm at either ends of the wooden frame which surrounded the fireplace, before looking back at where I was able to catch a glance of a grin that sneaked onto her face. I stood up and slowly walked up behind her, leaving a mere inch or two between our bodies. “You sure you’re alright?” I quietly asked her. “Definitely” she replied, in the same quiet tone in which I asked. I moved in towards her, and we were now ever so close, only grazing each other anytime one of us breathed in or out at different times. I looked over her shoulder to see she still had the smile on her face. I moved my left leg in behind hers which was still raised. I then gently placed my arms around her waist and clasped my hands as I rest them over her stomach. This resulted in loud exhale which was accompanied by a very gentle, yet obvious gasp of excitement. I then pulled her in towards me, my hands still firmly around her waist and in front of her stomach. I glanced over at her hands that were still placed on the wooden frame, only now her fingers slowly curled and her nails softly scratched the surface. Everything felt right. My head was still above her right shoulder. I moved it in closer towards hers. With making as little contact as possible, I moved my head up over her shoulder, past her neck and behind her ear; teasing her with ever breath that I let out. I could sense her excitement and anxiety with every passing second. Tiny hairs on her neck began to stand up and goose bumps appeared over her arms. I leaned in closer and gave her a kiss just behind her right ear. Then, I tilted my head around slightly to kiss her on her cheek again and begin to kiss her down her neck and shoulder, stopping before I reached her collar bone. I unclasped my hands and began to slowly run my left hand up the side of her body, gently grazing her waist and up under her left arm. As I did this, she began to slowly lift her hand from the wooden frame of the fire place and allow me to lift it up as both our left hands touched and closed together. I resumed kissing her on the shoulder, and then moved my lips to her collar bone, causing her head to lean back. I moved my lips up over the front of neck, giving her light kisses as I reached her jaw. Patricia tilted her head to face mine, and together we slowly moved toward each other and kissed on the lips. As the kiss intensified, and became more passionate, I carried her left arm down to her stomach where it locked up with my right hand, and again my left hand began to graze Patricia’s body, only this time up the front. It passed her stomach and up over her stunning breasts, which we obvious to see from the top she was wearing. My hand cupped one on the way up, subtlety caressing it, feeling how incredibly soft, yet firm they were, and how hard her nipples were with anticipation and excitement. I could feel her moan in my mouth as we continued to kiss. Moments later, my hand moved up further, past her neck, where it stroked her cheek. Her skin was soft to touch and smooth to feel. I ran my hand in through her hair, massaging her head. Instinct took over and I gently tugged on her hair. Unsure on what response that would garner, she again moaned, and bit my bottom lip. She enjoyed a little roughness. I think at that point we both knew how intense things were going to be.
Our hands parted from her stomach. Hers where now placed behind me, one on my lower back, the other just resting on my shoulder. My left hand had lowered to behind her neck, as my right hand lowered further, where it ran down Patricia’s fabulous ass. I grabbed it, and in doing so had completely turned Patricia to face me and pulled her in closer. Patricia has one of the most incredible asses I have ever seen, and I have always been mesmerised by it, from the day I first saw it. I couldn’t even begin to fathom what exactly was happening at this moment.
It all seemed like one amazing dream, yet here it was, happening in reality. Thankfully at the time my head was where it had to be, and not thinking about it all, as I am able to do now.
My left hand slid over Patricia’s shoulder from her neck, and up under the strap of her dress that she was wearing. I slid it over her shoulder and it slowly fell down her arm. My right hand had began to move up over her ass and towards the zip of her dress which was just above her lower back. I undid the dress, causing the left strap to fall lower, and completely when Patricia moved her arm down to her side. I slid the other strap over her shoulder, all the while she was undoing the buttons of my shirt from the bottom up. I took both my hands and placed them on either side of her waist. I began to kiss down her body, starting with the collar bone, then just between her breasts, where I cheekily ran my tongue down. The further I went down, the further my hands had pulled her dress down. I continued to kiss her body. Hers hands both on my head, taking handfuls of hair and tugging on them every so often. Her dress was just sitting on the floor at this stage, just over her feet. I stopped kissing her; my lips where just above her underwear.
As I stood up, I ran my hands up her inner things slowly, while gently grazing them with my fingers. I took my hand up and ran it over the outside of her underwear; this sent an instant shiver through her body, and a louder moan than any before her. When I completely upright, she grabbed my hand. She stepped out of her dress and began to walk towards the couch, with me behind her. She pulled on my hand to get me to sit down in front of her. Patricia leaned over me, wearing only her bra and underwear, and a devilish smirk upon her face. She ran both her hands down my chest through my open shirt, and further down to my jeans. Needless to say, I had been ‘excited’ for some time now, and I’m sure Patricia knew every time we pressed up against each other when we stood in front of the fire place. She grabbed my belt and undid the buckle, then the button of the jeans, before slowly, and teasingly, slid the zipper down. Her hand grazed my boxers; my cock was bulging inside them. Patricia continued to remove my jeans before running her hands back up my legs to my boxers. She placed one of hands over the top of my underwear, and began to rub my cock. It felt incredible, and it was only going to get better. She took her other hand and began to pull my boxers down. Inch by inch my cock became exposed, much to the delight of both of us. If anything else, it felt great just to be able to move. Things had been compacted and too tight for longer than I could have cared for.
The boxers were off and my cock was fully exposed and hard as a rock. Patricia grabbed it by the base and began to slowly move her hand up and down. After a few strokes she took her other hand and placed it on top of the one already gripping my cock and jerked me off with both hands. It felt amazing, obviously. She then moved her head over my cock, where she opened her mouth and licked the tip of it with her tongue. I was looking down, and watched as her mouth got every closer to my now throbbing member. Her tongue circled the head of it until her mouth surrounded it. She released the second hand and began to run her mouth down my cock, over the head and to the shaft. Her saliva dripped down my cock. Her hand moved down with her mouth until it reached the bottom. She proceeded to move back up in the same pace and manner until she got to the top. She repeated the process faster and faster each time. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe I was getting a blow job from Patricia. And it was an unbelievably amazing blow job at that. She had a taste of me; I so badly wanted a taste of her. So I took her by the hand and sat her down next to me. We were sitting at the end of the 3-seater sofa, so I asked to lie at the top for me, which she did.
I moved to lie on top of her. I moved her hair from her face and kissed her on the lips. My hand then proceeded down her back to undo her bra, all the while, my other hand been running up and down the back of her leg, getting closer to her ass with each passing turn. Once there, I slid it under her underwear and grabbed her ass. She loved it. Her bra had now been removed at this stage, so I began to move my head downwards, sliding my tongue over her as I did so. I moved my hand from her ass round her side in the direction of her pussy, still under her underwear. I could tell she was aroused by the dampness of her underwear. Before making physical contact with her pussy I stopped moving my hand, and instead, moved it up to pull down her underwear. Her underwear lay on the floor, and I looked up from my kneeling position, past her pussy, over her tits and into her eyes. She was practically begging me to come closer, pulling on my hair in her direction. I softly scratched my fingernails over her legs as I moved my head towards her pussy, which in all honesty looked absolutely delicious from my perspective. My nose brushed up and down her wet lips. I delicately kissed her over her pussy, only to sweep my mouth over her clit in order to tease her. I could taste her on my lips. I wanted more; a lot more. I slid my tongue out and over her pussy, licking her up and down. Her hands tightened further around my hair, all the while keeping my head pressed between her legs. I brought one of my hands down to rub her clit. She loved it. She loved how fast I’d rub it before abruptly slowing down, only to start going fast again. I used my fingers to part her lips, and I slid my tongue inside her, feeling the vibrations of pleasure the further I went. When my tongue could go no further, I took it, only to slide it quickly back in; this probably when on for a good ten minutes or so. Her moans and groans made me go harder and faster. There’s very little in life I love more than the sounds of a woman euphorically moaning. The more she enjoys it, the more I’ll enjoy it. My biggest turn on is knowing how much she’s loving the moment. And I loved tongue fucking Patricia. As did she. Even though my head was buried between her legs, I could hear her say that she felt as if she was cumming. No need to slow down or stop what I was doing then. I continued with the same process that got her to this stage. With every passing second her entire body jolted and quivered, more intensely each time. Then, only after a few minutes of her saying so, she came. She grabbed my head and pulled me up at the same time. I wish I could put into words the sounds she made. They would be enough to make a guy cum on its own. I kissed her as her body was still trying to settle itself. Her face was a thing of beauty; an image I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
We sat kissing for a few minutes. Patricia was trying to catch her breath. I stroked my cock while running my other hand through her hair. Once she collected herself, she stood up in front me. She then turned around and faced away from me, where she then bent over. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder. I was wrong. Very wrong. It was as if it could sense its purpose and knew what it had to do. I stood up, holding my cock, which by now was throbbing in my hand. I stood behind her, her ass mere inches away from me. I grabbed her by the waist with one hand, and with the other, I slowly guided my cock into her pussy. Her lips parted and wrapped around my cock as I slowly slid it in, inch by inch. She moaned with every movement I made. I had all but the entirety of my cock inside her, which is just over 8 inches. I had only the base to go. I decided against sliding it all, so instead i moved my hand from her waist and grabbed her shoulder. I rammed the remainder of my dick inside her. I didn’t pull out of her entirely. I kept up the same pace, fucking her as hard as I could.
It felt amazing to be so far inside her, and it felt even better to know I was making her feel the way she was; knowing it was me that made cum with just my mouth, and anticipating the feeling of making her cum with my cock fucking her wet pussy over and over. It was more than just moaning coming out of her mouth now. She was verbally acknowledging how she felt and what she wanted. “Fuck me harder with that big cock of yours K...” she groaned. Of course I did as I was told, much to the delight of the both of us. I loved the sound of her ass bouncing off me, as well as my balls slapping back and forth. I no longer need to hold her shoulder; Patricia was keeping up just fine. I placed both my hands on her ass, grabbing each cheek and slamming it harder towards me. I then used my hands to spread her ass. She moaned as I did so. I rubbed her pussy while my cock was still sliding in and out of her. I took my wet finger and glided it over her asshole. Again she moaned. I looked down at her ass and directed saliva to land on her hole, which it did, by slowing down the pace of fucking. But not to worry, it quickly reassumed. Patricia does enjoy anal sex, but doesn’t do it all that often, so I wasn’t sure what reaction I would get. I used my finger and continued to rub her asshole which was now very slippy. I continued to rub it in a circular motion before very slowly, and very gently pushing the tip of it in. It slid in with ease. I added more saliva over her hole and used my finger to push it inside her ass, allowing it be wet and easy to slide in and out of. This is something I repeated a few times, as I know from experience that it’s always best to be ‘lubed’ as much as possible. So now as my cock has been fucking her pussy from behind for the past half hour or more, my index finger was sliding in and out of her ass. I was in heaven. I think she was too. Her ass felt nice and tight. I knew where I wanted this to lead; I just had to hope that Patricia felt the same.
By now, her ass felt a tiny bit looser, so after wetting another finger, I slid two in at the same time very slowly. Once inside, I began to twist my fingers around, trying to widen her ass from within, and with success I must say. Patricia’s pussy had taken a pounding up until now. I wasn’t aware of how long I had been fucking her; time just seemed to pass by, it was bright outside at this point. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. It was dripping with her juices from the tip, sliding all the way down the shaft to the base. Patricia turned around to face me and got down to her knees. She grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth where she sucked all her own wetness off me. I thought I may as well take a chance, so I asked her how her ass felt, unsure of what answer I would get. She kind of laughed and said “It feels ready”. I don’t if it was because of what she said or because most of the blood in my body had rushed into my cock, but I think I could have fainted when she said that.
I grabbed a condom that was inside my jacket pocket. Patricia insisted that she would put it in. No chance I was going to deny her such satisfaction. She opened the packet and rolled the condom over my cock. She didn’t stand up, instead she remained on her knees, turned around again and got on all fours; her ass in the air. I dropped down to one knee. I placed one of my hands under her to rub her pussy, and used the other one to place the head of my cock onto her asshole. I dropped down more saliva and rubbed it over the condom and inside her ass. I gently poked my cock into her ass, trying to be as gentle as possible, and continuing to rub, and finger her pussy to keep her in horny. I could feel how tight her ass was around my cock, and yet at the same time I was able to slide it in the whole way.
Patricia groaned louder than before, but in no way signalled me to stop or slow down. If anything her moaning was signs of encouragement.
After about 10 minutes of gradually fucking her ass, I pulled out to see just how wide her hole had become. I was able to slide 3 and a half fingers in, as it began to tighten up very quickly. I slid my cock my back inside her ass, but began to go at a faster pace than before. Again, there were no objections. At the same time, her pussy was dripping wet. My fingers were fucking her at some speed. I could feel myself fucking her ass from inside her pussy. Patricia loved that same sensation. “Faster” she begged me. “I wanna cum with you fucking me in both holes”
There was no way I wasn’t going to acquiesce her request. I went as fast as her ass would allow me to go, which in all honesty was much faster than I had initially expected. I could tell that when I was going it cum that it would be a huge load and probably one of the, if the thee most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. Speaking of which, Patricia was on the verge to cumming for the second time of the night.
After a good few hours overall of fucking Patricia in her mouth and ass, she had an incredible orgasm that she herself wouldn’t be able to describe. Just as she was cumming she must have said “Oh fuck” over and over again in quick succession a good 20 times. My cock was still inside her ass as she came, but I had slipped my hand out of her pussy. She folded her arms towards the ground and rested her head on the floor, where she exhaled and inhaled loudly for a few minutes. Once she had collected her breathe, the word “fuck” escaped her mouth yet again while breathing out. With her head still on the ground she said “Now you’re going to cum for me”. I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
I began to pull my cock out of her ass, and just as I had completely left her ass her body shook while a soft moan left her mouth. I stood up and couldn’t help but to look over Patricia, looking at that perfect ass. She slowly got to her feet and walked up to me. She leaned forward and stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around her as she placed her hands over my cock. She moved her head up past my cheek and placed her mouth beside my ear, where she whispered “Lie down on the sofa”. I did.
For the first and only time of the night, I was lying down on my back; my head placed on the arm rest of the chair. My cock, still hard as a rock, pointed upwards towards the ceiling. Patricia grabbed one of my legs and moved it in a way that it was hanging off the couch. This was so she could sit on the bottom of the sofa between my legs. She leaned forward and began to suck my cock. She wrapped both her hands around the shaft while keeping the head of it in her mouth. Her hands were moving up and down so fast it was all a blur. Her tongue was circling the top of my cock. I could feel I was close to cumming. My cocked throbbed in her grip, and in her mouth. I knew she could tell as this only caused her to go even fast. I was barely able to warn her that I was going to cum. I was breathing so hard now speaking became almost an impossible task. My body was gyrating beyond my own control. My hand went on top of her head and through her hair, and I couldn’t help but pull and tug every now and then, but fortunately this didn’t faze Patricia, and if anything, made her enjoy it even more. The inevitable happen, and I came in her mouth. I’m genuinely not all that loud when I cum, but I was anything but quiet when I shot my load into her. It was a huge load at that, as I could see cum sliding down my cock and dripping down from her mouth. I don’t know how many times I shot cum up into her mouth but Patricia took most of it and swallowed every drop she could. Patricia has told me on numerous occasions how she always swallows, and not because she feels like she should, but because she loves the taste. This was proven when after I had finished cumming, she licked up all the cum that had slid down my cock and landed on me. She looked up at me and smiled. Not in a cheeky, or sultry way, but in the way I’m used to seeing her smile on a daily basis. It was a smile that could always cheer me up, and was very infectious. I actually couldn’t think of a better way to end what we were doing, but that smile was perfect. As was the night itself.
And if you’re wondering, we’re still as close as ever, and our friendship has never been stronger.
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