Delicate Flower goes down on my cock, taking the head in her mouth…and stops there.
Incredibly she starts doing the same goldfish-sucking-on-a-cigar routine that Teacher Gal does!
I don’t fucking believe this!
Looking closer I see that she’s struggling to deal with my cock. Her mouth can’t stretch more than it is and I guess it can’t be comfortable for her. I see also that she has bigger teeth than I had previously noticed. She stops trying to take my whole cockhead in her mouth and withdraws a little to a size which is more comfortable for her. Sadly, she continues with the ineffectual blowjob routine.
I make a mental note that Teacher Gal also has a small mouth and biggish teeth. Hmmm. Krazy Girl was also petite, but she could suck the chrome off the knob of a towbar. Teacher Gal and now Delicate Flower can’t even get their mouths around the knob.
After about a minute of this fake blowie I realize that this is a pointless exercise and is likely to result in me going soft and her feeling all defensive and shit. I need to move this show along.
“Would you like to feel my cock in your pussy?” I ask.
“I’d love to,” she says, perhaps relieved at being taken off blowjob duty.
Earlier I had put a condom next to my bed, an act of confidence in my nascent kills of seduction. Turning my back to her as I put it on is a trick I’ve stumbled across as it takes the pressure off me when fiddling with that glorified sheep’s intestine. It’s not fun having a woman watch you put a rubber on; it’s something of a passion-killer.
I turn around and see Delicate Flower is lying on her back on my bed. Her hands are raised alongside her head, her wrists displaying subconscious surrender; it’s a pose I love. She’s looking at my cock as she slowly opens her legs, showing me her pussy. Her nipples are rock hard and her breastbone is glowing. She wants me to fuck her.
We hardly know each other, she’s never even asked my surname. We’ve spent less than a day together if you count the hours. Yet she’s naked on my bed and has just spread her legs for me, inviting me to slide my cock into her cunt and to fuck her. This isn’t love, it’s lust, plain and simple. She is a good-time girl. My initial assessment of her on our first date was correct.
Getting on top of her missionary position is a good way to deal with getting my cock into her pussy. I can watch her reaction and make adjustments as necessary. I do a quick safety check by feeling her pussy with a finger and she’s still gushing wet – she badly wants to be fucked.
Like Nosferatu the Vampire overpowering a helpless female victim, like a werewolf humping a bleating sheep, that’s what I feel like as I loom over her…and fail to penetrate her.
No amount of huffing and puffing is going to make this wolf’s cock go in that pussy. After several attempts, only the tip of my cock can barely go in, her pussy is so tight. I try one last time and she winces and wriggles; that”s enough to make me recoil. We don’t say a word.
Fucking frustrating and frustrated fucking!
I dispense with the wrapper and, without speaking, I straddle Delicate Flower’s chest. I feed her my cock and she instantly starts sucking on the front half of the head. I reach back and slide a middle finger into her pussy, finding her g-spot. I look down at her and she’s in rapture. Her eyes are closed again, she’s making sounds and her wrists are either side of her head.
Sensing her getting closer to cumming I do something naughty, I push my index finger in her arse…and she barely flinches. Instead she spreads her legs further apart so that my fingers can go deeper into her holes and she keeps sucking away at the tip of my cock; she likes this. Her butthole is surprisingly moist, but that might be from her pussy juices running down. My middle finger in her pussy, my index finger in her arse is apparently called ‘The Shocker’: one in the pink, another in the stink.
I move my hand backwards and forwards, which is easier to do with two fingers in her. Her arsehole and pussy are equally tight. Given the lack of reaction it seems she’s used to having things inserted in her arse. She might even like it.
She takes hold of my cock with both her hands; I think her doing this does something for her. It doesn’t take long before she cums, again with a high-pitched squeal. Her head shoots further forward and her mouth accidentally swallows the entire head of my cock. The sound she lets off travels through the chambers of my cock and it feels good. Her orgasm subsides and she wants to drop back, but I cup her head with my other hand to keep my cockhead in her mouth. She doesn’t resist and keeps sucking, albeit badly. I keep moving my fingers backwards and forwards in her pussy and arse.
Is this what she lets total strangers do to her after they pick her up in a pub? Does she like letting them put their fingers and cocks in any of her holes? As long as their dicks are small enough? Does she like having a total stranger on top of her, ramming his cock into her little pussy? Does she like having a cock in her arse? Where does she like to feel a stranger’s hot, sticky cum?
I look down at her pretty face, her mouth area contorted by the head of my cock in it. Her eyes are still closed and she seems almost angelic. She lets go of my cock with her hands, they fall down next to her head to rest on crumpled white pillows. She seems quite at ease with having my fingers in her pussy and arse, my swollen cock in her mouth.
Will I have much cum? I came in Teacher Gal’s mouth less than twelve hours ago. It doesn’t matter, I want to see what it looks like to cum in Delicate Flower’s face. How will she react? Should I warn her that I’m about to cum? Is she expecting me to pull out and give her a facial, spraying my sperm all over her milky-white face? Is she expecting me to drop my ammonia-enriched spunk over her little tits? Fuck that, I want to cum in her mouth. Hopefully she keeps sucking as few things are worse than suckus interruptus.
My brain latches onto the sight of her doing my sexual foible and strangely it turns me on, taking me over the edge. I watch her face as my cock pumps and squirts my cum into her mouth. She takes it all without flinching, easily drinks it, swallows it without making a sound or breaking the rhythm of her almost ineffectual attempt at a blowjob. She’s quite the little cocksucker, happily swallowing my load, of which there is a surprising amount. It probably tastes of the risotto we ate earlier; I hope she liked both.
Only when I pull my fingers out of her holes does she open her eyes. I think we’re both in a mild state of shock. That was intense.
We cuddle for a while until she says that it’s getting late. It is a Sunday night after all and we both have to work in the morning. An hour later I see her off on her train back to London. The atmosphere between us is subdued. She’s smiling meekly and I’ve been very polite and civil to her, but I think we both know that we won’t be seeing each other again.
I now know for certain that Delicate Flower and I have almost no future together in any capacity. She is very pretty and has a good heart, but we are sexually incompatible. I’m not too disappointed because I didn’t have high hopes about her.
The One – when I find her – and a fuckbuddy should both do it for me sexually.
Passion is important to me.
LESSONS LEARNED: 1) Petite girls with small mouths seem to have small pussies 2) I must stipulate a taller minimum height requirement on my dating profiles 3) Girls with small mouths and big teeth give bad blowjobs 4) When I first kiss a girl I need to use my tongue better to gauge the size of her mouth to avoid bad blowjobs.
Rod Stewart – Passion