I woke up in my friends’ apartment the morning after the most amazing sexual experience of my life. Mark’s girlfriend, Fiona, had gotten to fulfill her deepest, most forbidden fantasy: having sex with four men, all of us taking turns with her and making her (mostly) the center of attention. It had worked, too, bringing her the orgasm that had always eluded her with individual men.
What woke me was the sound of roommates Sam, Mark and Pete heading out for one last breakfast of the school year. Fiona slept in, no doubt exhausted from the four of us having had our way – actually, her way – with her last night. I was worried things would be awkward, given her extreme shyness, if she got up while I was still there, and it was just the two of us together in the apartment. Maybe it would be awkward no matter what, because Fiona would be flying back home to Ireland later today, having finished her studies here in the U.S. and already shipped her belongings home. As soon as the guys returned from breakfast, Mark would drive her to the airport.
Mark’s bedroom door opened, and Fiona indeed walked out, her big, beautiful body wrapped in Mark’s bathrobe. She smiled at me, making eye contact, which was itself unusual. “Good morning, Joe.” But then again, of the four guys, I’d been the nicest and most respectful – arguably, worshipful – of her last night. Maybe we’d made a connection. After all, she hardly qualified as Mark’s girlfriend anymore. Don’t get your hopes up, Joe. You’ve already had more than a fair taste of this Irish princess.
“Morning, Fiona.”
We made some small talk as she fixed herself some toast and coffee, exchanging more words than we ever had before. Then she sat next to me on the couch, touching my knee. “I want to thank you for last night, Joe.”
“Believe me, Fiona, ” I stammered, astonished that this shy, beautiful woman was open to discussing last night’s event. “It was … um, my pleasure. I … I … I felt honored to be able to help out.”
“I dare say you seemed to enjoy yourself,” she suggested coyly. “Maybe a bit more than the others?”
“Well, I dare say I have more appreciation for you than the others do. No offense to Mark, but I think more than him too.”
“None taken. I really enjoyed being with him, but …” She leaned forward slightly, her robe slipping open a bit. “… well, the way you treated and respected me was really touching. It felt genuine. It reminded me there are guys out there who would more fully appreciate me.”
“Well, I sure do. Er, did. And yes, I believe there are guys out there like that.”
“That was really what put me over the top, you know,” she murmured, leaning closer. “Could we try again?”
She brought her lips to mine. After a lovely, tender kiss, she let the robe fall over her shoulders, revealing her true majesty again, and I removed my pajamas. I moved my hands to her oh-so-soft breasts, squeezing her chunky nipples and triggering deep moans, murmuring appreciations of her beauty while she started stroking my manhood. She dropped to her knees and sucked me for half a minute, something she hadn’t done the night before.
She led me back to the bedroom, asking, “Would you mind licking me down there yet again, Joe? That felt sooo nice.”
“Gladly!” I replied, perhaps too enthusiastically. I lovingly parted her shapely thighs and eagerly repeated the work I’d done on her last night. Once again, not just focusing my mouth on her pussy, but moving my hands over her body, up her back, caressing the curve of her wide hips and massaging and squeezing her beautiful breasts, trying to involve as much of her body as possible. There was just so much to love.
“Oh my God, it really is as if you actually like my body!”
I lifted my mouth off her. “If you ask me – and you just did – I’d say you have the ideal body. I’m so lucky to be with you again.”
My genuine affection for her physicality seemingly proven, she panted, “Coom up here and fuck me, you sexy man.”
She let out a long “Yesss!” as I slipped inside, her pussy well-watered and ready, snug in its warm embrace. We kissed again – hard – and as before, I kept my hands busy all over her outsides while my penis worked the insides. I also made sure that on each downstroke, I pressed my pelvis against her clit, not banging against it hard like Pete had done last night, but being sure to make contact and rub around a bit. “Oooh, you just might make me cum yet, dearie, all by yourself. Keep it up.”
After a few more minutes of this, she said, “Let me be on top,” so we flipped. Now her breasts were swaying heavily in front of my face, another special treat that no one got last night. I knew what to do: Squeeze them gently. Lick, suck and gently nibble on each nipple. Squish them together and swish my tongue back and forth from one sensitive peak to the other. All this got her moaning and whining loudly, enough that I should probably have worried that news of the noise might get back to Mark. Good thing they were moving out today, I thought.
She was alternately sliding up and down my pole, then rocking her hips back and forth and rubbing her nubbin against me. At least based on her heavy breathing and moaning, I thought she enjoyed how I was still using my hands to pay attention to her complete body.
She bent down to kiss me for a few seconds, then started moaning even harder. She hissed, “That’s it!” and shoved her breasts in my face again. I redoubled my efforts there, sensing she might actually be approaching orgasm. And then, I pulled her generous, jiggling asscheeks apart and probed a slippery finger into her number two hole. That seemed to do the trick. Her rhythmic moans turned to squeals, punctuated with “Oh yesss!” as she convulsed, her rippling body tremoring wildly as she came.
I was surprised I’d lasted long enough to bring her to this point, which I was sure had something to do with spending myself so hard last night. But bearing repeat witness to the fleshy spectacle of Fiona’s orgasm – this time with me inside her, not Mark – quickly brought me to my limit. My moment started well after hers, but I delivered my parting shots urgently, and we started floating down from the heavens more or less together.
Still riding me and moaning gently, she started kissing me affectionately. “I knew it, Joe! I knew I could cum from only one guy! It just had to be a guy who actually made me feel special! And you did. Thank you for proving that to me.”
“You are special, Fiona. Never forget that.”
She started getting up off the bed. “I will always carry that with me, Joe. By the way, I don’t care if Mark knows we foocked” – God, that lilt was sexy – “but he shouldn’t know you made me coome. You might be a better lover in some ways, but I still care for him and he doesn’t need to know that.”
Handing me my pajamas, she said, “I’m so sorry to say goodbye so quickly, but the boys will be back soon, and given what we just did, it would be best you’re not here. I will always remember you, Joe, for teaching me not to settle for a man who isn’t ready to worship me as you just properly did.”
As I left, she gave me one long, last kiss that I would always remember, her ample nude curves pressed against my fully clothed form. And bade me farewell with, “Don’t tell Mark I said this either, but … if you’re ever in Ireland, do look me up.”
