On the Couch

AP is the butchest girl I have dated so far. We were together for about six months in a fairly casual relationship, in that while we enjoyed the company and the sex, both of us knew we weren't going to end up together forever and ever. It has been a year or so since we "broke up", even though we continued to have sex until the end of last year. We are still close friends and she says she doesn't think she's that butch, but compared to my previous lovers, she definitely is. Admittedly, she has qualities that soften her edges, so she is decidedly nowhere near stone butch or diesel dyke.

It was a new experience for me, because for whatever reason, I seem to attract girls who are either more femme or at about the same level of in-between tomboy as I am. Before AP, I'd never been the girlier one in a relationship. It was new, different, and I discovered that I found her masculinity really hot. She was good at a lot of traditionally male things, i.e. technical and mechanical -- she even made me a paddle! -- but also enjoyed cooking and baking. Watching her do something stereotypically male was such an incredible turn-on, to the point where sometimes I would have to mill around and watch her, just to revel in how much I wanted to fuck her at that moment. She wasn't always the most forthcoming with her feelings, sometimes to the point of confusing me, but she always showed me how much she cared for me through her actions. Much like men do, rather than talk about it, she would instead work on my car or something else equally practical, in order to surprise me and make me feel special.

She introduced me to the pleasure of wearing men's underwear (the briefs not only turned me on, they are really comfy), which I'm not sure I could pull off regularly, but on her it was very hot. The sex was pretty damn good, too.. Not only did she own her cock in such an amazing way, she was the first girl I'd ever been with that was able to female ejaculate. That, too, took some getting used to, but I have to say that it was so fucking hot to have her on top, working herself on my cock, and then as she rode out her orgasm, to feel her hot come streaming over me.

She lives at the equivalent of Grand Central Station, with the phone ringing constantly and family coming and going, so one afternoon when we found ourselves with a quiet and empty house, she turned to me to ask if I wanted to make out. We were sitting on her couch, and of course I said yes. She then stated that she wanted to fuck me, and I think I groaned my assent. As I said earlier, she was damn good with her cock.

She got up, locked the doors, then went into her bedroom to get ready. I lounged a bit on the couch as I waited, but I didn't remove any clothing. The mere thought of her fucking me was enough to have me soaking wet already, and when she came back with her hard dick evident in her pants, I could hardly take it.

She frowned at me. "Why do you still have your pants on?" she asked in a stern voice.

"I want you to take them off for me," I replied breathily.

She stood next to the couch, gazing down at me, her hand coming down to rub the hard cock tenting her pants through the fabric. She gave me a look and, maintaining eye contact with her, I reached down and unfastened my pants. She bent slightly to take the waistband in her hands and, with little fanfare, pulled the pants over my hips and then off my legs, dropping them on the floor beside the couch. I was soaking wet and my body buzzed with desire. I felt a throb between my legs as she began to undo her pants.

"With my panties on," I said in a soft voice.

She stopped briefly to look at me, then replied as she pulled out her cock, "Of course," as if she had intended it all along.

I had my left leg up and stretched across the couch, and my right leg was bent with my foot on the floor. Cock in hand, she stepped toward me, between my legs. As she moved between my thighs, she pushed my right leg with her foot, parting me wider. I settled back and opened myself to her as much as I could. She leaned down and began to cover me with her body, her stomach and breasts grazing mine as she found my lips for a kiss. I kissed her hungrily, biting and sucking at her bottom lip, my desire nearly unbearable. I felt her hand move down the length of my body, her fingers slowing as they reached my mound. I lifted my hips to meet her as she cupped me with her hand and pressed gently, eliciting a moan from me.

I could feel her fingers travel lower and, the next thing I knew, she pushed the crotch of my panties aside and the head of her cock was inside me. I groaned pleadingly, and she was inside me with her next thrust. I threw one arm around her neck, clutching at her as she fucked me. I arched and drew my left leg around her, pulling her closer. I lifted my hips to meet hers, revelling in the ecstacy of her cock filling and emptying me in a steady rhythm. She hovered over me with her face close to mine, her breathing ragged as she talked to me.

"You are so fucking wet.. you needed to be fucked, didn't you?"

Her words left me dizzy with desire and nearly unable to speak. "Oh my god, yeah.." I let out in a breathless rush.

"You're such a little slut.. so fucking wet.. you needed my cock. Take it.."

All I could do is whimper in reply. She slowly removed her body from mine and then sat on the couch. "Get on top," she said.

I moved onto my knees and straddled her, positioning myself above her lap. I sat back on her legs, her cock nestled along my wet length. I put my arms around her and leaned in for a passionate kiss. I leaned back slightly and kissed my way down her face, along her jawline, to her ear. "You are so fucking hot," I whispered as I leaned up against her to push aside my panties and position her cock with my hand.

I let out a deep groan as she slid in with no resistance and filled me easily. Being on top isn't usually my favorite position, but it was absolutely amazing this time. I think it was due to the couch's angle and the large head on the cock (for stimulating the G-spot), but whatever the reason, I was being stimulated in all the right spots. Her hands roamed my body as I rode her cock, gripping the shaft with my pussy on every upstroke. It felt so fucking good.. I was totally lost in the pleasure. I answered her with groans and whimpers as she talked dirty to me. And then, all of a sudden, I was coming.

Really. With no warning whatsoever, I exploded. The only way to describe it is to say that it was by far the best orgasm I have had in my entire life. I came so hard that I screamed.. so loudly that my throat was hoarse later. I couldn't help it; it was incredibly intense and seemed to be interminable (not that I was complaining). I clutched at AP, whose hands gripped me as rode her cock. She continued to talk to me, telling me to come for her, expressing her desire. I came forever, the longest orgasm in the history of Earth. Even when the intensity faded, it was deliriously pleasurable to keep gripping and fucking the hard cock. My arms around her, my head on her shoulder, unable to stop moaning. I continued to move myself on her as the waves abated, gradually slowing to a stop.

I was unable to move, so I stayed on her lap with her cock inside me. We held each other as I leaned against her to recover. "Oh my god," I gasped every now and then.

This experience has been masturbation fodder recently, so I thought I'd share.