There was a heat in my chest I didn’t expect, as if I was a hot air balloon rising and becoming lighter.  She was in my lap with her legs stretched to my right.  Her perfectly round cheeks were sitting in the dip between my legs and I knew she could feel how hard I was, I could tell by the way she grinned when she kissed me.

My arms were around her waist and holding her tight.  I didn’t know if it was because I thought she might get away or if I might get up and run out if I let go.  Either outcome seemed possible.

Her hair was soft and she smelled sweet.  Femininity wafted around her like a perfume cloud, and when my hands slid along her body, never losing contact for fear of being unable to reattach themselves, they cupped her modest breasts and she groaned with me.  Our sounds poured onto each other in unison.

Then she straightened up.  Pulling herself from her sprawled position in my lap, she stood on the floor in front of me and then straddled my thighs.  Her hips pressed into my chest and her fingers curled around the back of my ears.  I looked up into her eyes and she tilted her head.  She stared down at me and I felt the heat rush from my chest to my face.

She bit the corner of her lip and her fingers let go of my ears to slide down to my cheeks.  My lips parted.  She nodded.

My fingers peeled from her body.  They weren’t fast, as if they were stuck to her still.  Suctioned on by lust.  Unwilling to give up what they wanted to cling to.

Once free the slow, deliberate motion stopped and gave way to frenzy.  I began panting, needing more.  I ripped at the clothing on her hips like a beautifully wrapped present.

Buttons.  Zippers.  Fabric.  All pulled aside until my fingertips curled inside of her waistline.  

She lifted her shirt and I leaned forward and kissed her belly button, then looked up and stared into her eyes for a moment.  Her gaze never wavered and she stared waiting.

I pulled her leggings and panties down her hips as one piece of clothing.  Her slim hips gave them up with ease.  The pale, exposed flesh made me ravenous.  I pulled the fabric down past her waist and over her backside to bare her ass, and in front rolled free her not-fully-erect penis that was pressed against her inner thigh.  

My eyes drifted down to it as it looked so foreign to me, something I’d look at daily in my own.  My hands stopped pulling her clothing down mid-thigh and locked my eyes onto her soft erection.  The heat in my face swelled deeper.  I didn’t know what to do.

If It were mine I would know exactly what to do.  I would grab it and stroke it and push it into her, but it wasn’t mine and she was missing one of the easier places I would put it.  My eyes fixated on it.

I wasn’t aware of anything else going on at that moment.  My own arousal didn’t flee.  The lightness of my chest didn’t fade, but I remained froze in locked gaze with her cock, until she pressed her palms into my cheeks and brought my eyes back up to her.  

She leaned down and kissed me.  It was soft and not anything like I was at the moment, full of anxious energy.  Her kiss was peaceful and calm, as if she were trying to transfer her energy to me.

As I kissed her back I felt something in her.  A twinge, or release.  It was as if she was looking for something and found it.

She backed off of my lap and knelt in front of me.  As I had done to her, she slipped her fingers into my waistband and tugged, pulling jeans and underwear down as one.  My hips lifted and aided her.  When she was done I was left in a t-shirt and my cock was pointed and erect.  She kicked off her clothes then lifted her shirt over her head, leaving only a bra that cupped her small breasts to her body.

Lowering herself in my lap, now with nothing in the way and her own appendage looking more at the ready, she delicately boarded me again.  One knee planted on my left side then dropping her other on my right before lowering herself so her bare cheeks were sitting on my thighs.

My eyes followed her every movement and I felt like a voyeur watching it all happen from a window nearby.  It was an incredible view of something so intimate and I was so hard I reached to stroke myself, but she placed her palm in mine and pushed my hand back.  

She smiled at me.

“Just wait.”

My hand fell to my side yet my body was rippled with anticipation.  

Wait?  For what?  What else could there be but what I was going to do.

Her eyes held mine and I dared not look away.  It was so easy to get lost in her eyes when I wasn’t trying, but when I was purposefully gazing into them, especially in a moment like this, I couldn’t look away until she allowed it.  

So I could only experience everything by feeling as I felt her hand reach out and grasp my erection in her hand.  Her palm was soft and I could feel the delicate slim fingers as they stretched along the base then curled from underneath and tugged towards her.

I gasped but didn’t lose my gaze into her eyes.  She smiled at my reaction and then slid her hand further up towards the base, cupped my testicles and then slid her hand stroking back again towards her and along the length of me.  

I shivered with an audible, loud moan.  Her face made no change but appeared to look deeper into me.

She repeated the motion of her right hand, cupping my testicles, at first dragging fingertips across the sparsely hair-covered sacks, then cupping them fully in a gentle cradle and giving them a tug as she pulled her hand back along the length of me.  

I wanted to be pulled with her hand.  My skin yearned to rip from my body and follow her touch as to not be apart from it.  My lips parted and I was breathing heavily, panting.  Waiting for, and wanting more.

At first I didn’t know what the next feeling was, as she continually stroked my cock along the base there was a weight added to the top.  Immediately I knew it wasn’t her other hand as it was too long, stretching the length of my arousal, and too evenly spread.  

She must have seen my puzzlement as she let a small part of her lip curl upward. Then I finally realized. She had placed her own thick and heavy erection on top of mine. Adjusting her grip on my cock from underneath and now pinched our two erections together. A slight amount of pressure to hold them firm, then she began to stroke both of our lengths at once.

The way her palm grazed along the sides of our cocks, bumping up against the tip of mine as she hit her base, made me shiver.  She shimmied up my thighs slightly causing her tip to press into my abdomen and my tip to slide beneath her and press into her testicles.  

Her hand placement moved again. She looked down for a mere moment then jumped her eyes back up to catch mine before they moved from her face.  The bend of her thumb pressed down on the top of her cock and her hand stretched wide along the sides.  Her fingers were curled along the base of stiffness.  She continued to glide her hand back and forth, both of us pressed tightly now, her speed much more swiftly than before.  My expression turned from a slow dripped pleasure to pained ecstasy.

Through the haze I was able to watch her expression.  I was barely able to notice anything outside of the pleasure she gave me, but I did pick up on her own waves of euphoria that built along her lips.  The feeling must have enveloped her much more quickly than she was letting on because she threw herself forward, her lips crashing into mine while she tried her best to continue stroking us in unison.  

The intensity of the strokes faded, but it didn’t matter because the way her lips parted and her tongue found mine was more than I could have hoped.  Her strokes continued, but they were clumsy while her tongue was in my mouth.  I was hot and she was burning up.

My moans were blurred between her mouth and spilled down her skin.  I was hers and there was nothing I wanted more.

When she pulled back from me I leapt forward.  I didn’t want to be without her against me and she was moving off of me.  She was standing up and over me.  Her eyes looked down at me and as I scooted to the edge of my seat she curled her fingers under my chin and lifted my head to look up to her.  

The deep brown of her eyes were so deep I could have drowned in them.  She pressed her palm against my cheek and I closed my eyes and leaned in and nuzzled against it.  Soft cooing escaped me, but when I opened my eyes the sweetness ended and the heat rushed back to my face.

As I sat on the edge of the couch my face was eye to eye with her erect cock.  She held it in her palm, the base rested firmly and pointed straight toward me.  

My eyes shot up to her and she nodded a slight flick of her head as if to say, “go on.”

I didn’t consciously tell them to, but my lips parted ever so slightly.  I also didn’t remember placing my hands on her hips to steady myself, but I did.  The last thing I didn’t remember doing was forcing my head forward, my mouth opening wide, and engulfing the first three inches of her cock in my mouth.

My mind couldn’t comprehend what had happened.  I was making out with a beautiful girl, then she pulled her cock out, then she placed her cock on top of mine and stroked us together.  Then we kissed while she stroked us, as our cocks were stacked on top of each other.  Finally, now, she had offered her cock to me and I accepted it into my mouth and it was pushing deeper with every flutter of my eyes.

Sucking cock was never something I thought I would ever do.  I liked women.  I was attracted to women, with pussies and tits.  A cock was something I only ever saw against my will and now there was one nearly touching the back of my throat.  

She moaned softly.  The sound was feminine and soft, unlike the hard erection that filled my mouth.  I gripped her hips and the skin was soft, and despite the firmness and strength of her cock she smelled like flowers.

The push of her hips began to slowly rock back and forth.  Her palms were now flat against my cheeks and her eyes were slitted downward at me, while mine were open wide staring up into her face.

I could only imagine what her view saw, or what her mind thought.  What kind of pleasure was she deriving from having her cock in my mouth as she swayed back and forth.  

Swayed back and forth?

She was fucking my mouth.  She had penetrated my mouth and was fucking it.
With her cock. 
The thought made a sound lurch from my throat and she tightened her palms against my cheeks.  

Was she holding me in place?  I gripped her hips tighter.  Was I holding myself there?

The length of her sways graduated to rocking.  Her rocked hips slowly transitioned to a thrust.  Her soft groans became louder moans.  Her squeaks became words.

“Stroke yourself.  Cum with me.  I’m so close,” she whispered heavily.

The words entangled themselves in my mind.
She's close? She's going to cum?
I want to cum. I need to cum.

My nostrils flared as I breathed heavily. The air poured down onto her cock as it continually pushed into my mouth and then pulled back, only to push back in again. I couldn't believe the situation had gone this far.

"Do you want this?"

Her palms pressed tightly into the sides of my head. They slid up from my cheeks and her fingertips had gripped my head through the strands of my hair. My mouth was being fucked and she held my head in place to keep it exactly where she wanted it as to not lose rhythm. I had helped by keeping as steady for her as possible.

I had also reached down and gripped my cock and began to stroke it.

The feeling that I had swirled around inside of my head. The thoughts of what was physically occurring, that a large cock was being pushed in and out of my mouth for the first time in my life, had bounced back and forth but it began to fade. I had stopped telling myself that she had a cock and I had been sucking on it for a long while now.

Instead I had gripped my cock and began stroking it. My palm ran up and down my length quickly. The urge to cum had increased rapidly with every pump.
I began to moan against her cock. I thought how badly I wanted to cum. I moaned louder and louder as the muffled cries fell against her hips.

"I'm going to cum. Do you want me to cum?" She said, but her grip lightened on my head.

She must have been giving me and out. This was a way to let me save myself at the last moment of possible regret, for her to be able to let me not be pressured into taking something I might not have wanted.

I gripped her hips tightly, moaned, nodded my head and pushed forward to plunge her cock further into my mouth. The way my throat accepted her cock and my head nodded must have sent her over the edge because I could feel her entire body tense. She gripped my head in a flash of tightness before dropping to my shoulders and squeezing them even harder, and then her voice cracked and she sounded as if she had shrieked. It sounded as if she could have shattered glass with her screaming orgasm.

A moment later my mouth flooded with a gooey liquid that I didn't immediately register as semen. It wasn't until the second flood and the salty taste along my tongue that I fully realized she had cum in my mouth. I swallowed and then a third shot poured in and I swallowed it too.

My hand was still stroked my cock. Her silence piercing orgasm had pulled me from my deepening arousal, and then the wash of cum in my mouth distracted me further. Now I was merely stroking to keep myself hard as she leaned heavily onto me.
Her weight pressed into my shoulders as her cock softened and her body twitched. She pulled her hips back from my mouth and slipped her cock from my lips. The tip dribbled with a mix of my saliva and her cum. She slipped down into my lap, her cheeks on my left thigh and then pressed her lips into mine and kissed me deeply, probing my mouth with her tongue.

"Cum for me," she tilted her lips to the side to spit out the words before becoming re-engaged in our kiss.

I nodded against her lips.
Her palm wrapped around my cock.
She stroked me slowly at first, then sped her strokes quickly as her kissing became more intense.
Our breathing became heavier by the moment.
I broke my lips from her and panted, moaning in agony.
Her strokes pushed faster and at last I had sharply inhaled, cried out sharply and my own orgasm now spilled out in heavy shots outwardly in front of us.

She kissed me all over my face, making loud smacking and kissing sounds with each press of her lips to my face. The kisses landed on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead and my chin in random order. The noises she made were hungry, just as hungry as the sounds of our orgasms.

I was exhausted and fell backwards away from her grip and she curled herself into me, still pressing kisses but at a less rabid pace. Her fingertips grazed down along my hips and traced over my spent cock and inner thighs making me shiver and wrap my left arm around her tightly. I held her close, both of us naked from the waist down and I cradled her in my arms thinking I could drift off to sleep at any moment while she caressed me.