Part 1 is on my timeline for the background….

So, where were we? Ah yes, Cate was run hopping to the bathroom, trying, and failing, to keep my sperm from running down her leg. A few exasperated sighs and the sound of handwashing later, she’s back in bed with me.

You’ve asked for a description of Cate. Well, she is tall, lithe, brunette. Long elegant limbs, carried gracefully. Small nose, a face that expresses openly and eagerly often through a smile. Small bee sting breasts, pink nipples. But perhaps my favourite feature are her hips. Slender everywhere else, her hips are broad, sensual, shaping her like a cello. She moves with her hips, through her hips. And when we fuck, hitting her hips, feeling her vulva reach out to me, her pubis being smacked, feels like there is a real, sensual person there. That’s what I remember the most.

The next half hour; well, you can imagine. Chat about this and that: past lovers, sexual beginnings, sexual awakenings, mutual surprise at being in bed finally together. Until I sense a moment, and with one hand under her knee, lift up her leg closests to me, and lay the tip of my cock just on her kitty lips, and she looks up in me in shock - real, not put on. “How can you be hard again?” Really, the question should have been how could I not be hard again. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly slide into her again, as she arches her long back away from me. And then I stop, to look into her eyes now more calmly, less urgently with three orgasms under her belt.

But having wet myself in her, I want something else. I slide down her body again, past her hips, back to her flower, now open, swollen. And this time when Iick her, its slow, with no sense of having to rush, or get anywhere. I open her with my tongue; play up and down her lips with my tongue; hold her clit as one, then easily two fingers slowly enter her and tease up into her spot: that first touch brings and archer back and a huge gasp of breath. Ok. Lets see what else you like, Cate. Tongue everywhere, fingers playing in and out, sighs but I’m not bringing her to cum yet. Lets see how you react to a finger on your tighter hole. My left index finger, long but slim, rests on her, gently pulling down the edge of her rim. A moan, surprise but invitation. Never stopping licking, a start to make circles as she raises her hips to let me. She’s more urgent now, and my circles first get wider, larger; and then slowly start to get deeper. She pushes down to meet me, to make a gentle rhythm. Now its time to cum, Cate. I can feel her building, trying to get herself of on my mouth and finger. I know how to help. So my other hand slides again into her and that’s all it takes as she writhes up, twisting, still shyly screaming into a pillow to muffle herself as she orgasms, squeezing down hard on me and ending with her arsehole pulsing around my finger, the last thing in her.

“Brave” she says. “I can’t believe you would try anal on a first date”.

Well, she was determined to pay me back. And truth be told, I can’t remember how we ended up with me on by back and her mouth full of my cock, but here we were.

Now, I can’t remember where this abililty came from, but I can pretty much control when I cum. It’s not fool proof: I mean, sex, right? At first I was awful, never lasting, usual teenage stuff. And then, with one girlfriend, it just all changed overnight. Cum, don’t cum: it was like the universe’s sacred mystery had been revealed to me.

Now this was a great blowjob; enthusiasm is 9/10 of the battle. But I knew I would control when I cum. I always feel a but self conscious being blown; perhaps I’m more of a giver than a taker. Anyway, I could have let this last for days and truly, I had lost all sense of time: just allowing myself an occasional glance at her face as she took my cock repeatedly into her mouth felt still other worldly. But I wanted to cum, but even more than that, I wanted her to feel my cum in her mouth. So: “Cate: I am going to cum”. “So cum then”. Who needs a second invitation? And this was a long orgasm, the one where when the second wave hits, you lose sense of space and time. When I come round, I open my eyes to see her smiling back at me. Surveying her face, having fed her my sperm, I feed her the line “where’s my cum”. Slightly opening her mouth to a pout: “In here, of course”.

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More chatting, more touching. But by now its late and she is exhausted. And I know how to get her to sleep. It’s pitch back and we can see nothing. But I can find her cunt, wet, hot, in bed. She’s so wet, all the time. It’s unbelievable but also affirming; how could it not me. This is a goodnight orgasm though. Gentle tongue on her clit, hands reaching up to hold her hands and she comes with a squeeze of the thighs and a sigh. I slide up to lie beside her, and she slides me, hard again, into her as, for the first time in my life, I fall asleep inside someone, content rather than frustrated.

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The next morning, we wake up horny. How could we not? I don’t think there was a word spoken before we are at each other again. All I can remember are glimpses: her on her knees, looking back at me. Missionary, one hand on her hips pulling her into me or holding her down. We ended up lying on our sides, 69 or so, as I gave her her final orgasm and she took me in hand. “Just not in my hair, please” she smiled, recovering from her orgasm as she pulled me to her and I came, sadly just with thr little I had left, over her chest. I was rewarded with the widest of smiles