The Karate Kid came and came again

After the solo social we had a date in with the Karate Kid, but a match (or something?) caused some injuries and my period started, so we decided to postpone for a week. He turned up at 8:30 and promised to be all over me. I was wearing my favourite lingerie and he definitely enjoyed it but he was more reserved than expected. We chatted for a few minutes and then he made his move.

He started with kisses. Kissing me hard and intensely, moving to my neck, my chest. He shifted his body so he could keep kissing while his hand roamed over me. He ran his hands over my chest, down my stomach, and over my legs, up and down, driving me wild with anticipation. His fingers stroked over my underwear, sending tingles through my clit. I really wanted the real pleasure to begin. As he continued the kisses and strokes, he grabbed my underwear and swiftly pulled them down. Lifting my butt off the sofa just slightly, they were down, and he wasted no time kissing down my body and devouring my pussy like he hadn’t eaten in months.

I was determined not to get in my head about him going down on me. He was nice to look at, but I didn’t consider him my type, so the pressure felt less. I lay back and closed my eyes to focus on the sensations of his tongue working against me, his fingers inside, and the rhythm that he built up slowly and consistently. I found my hips grinding into him with the same rhythm, and in a few minutes I exploded. Intense. Hot. I could barely catch my breath. He had made me cum all on his own.

I was ready to repay the favour and sat up off the sofa before kneeling on the floor. His underwear was off in seconds, and I started with slow, gentle kisses on his rock-hard cock.

I had expected him to be soft after going down on me, so this glorious pole standing up proudly made me feel like he’d enjoyed the pleasure he gave me. I was very keen to give him some in return. Soft licking from balls to shaft and all the way up to the tip. Repeat. His moans were the sweetest sound, egging me on. I continued, licking all the way to the top, and then, when he least expected it, I took his head in my mouth and pushed it all the way down my throat in one motion. The noises escaping him told me everything I needed. He was in heaven too. I continued to suck. His cock was long, not too thick, and very straight, making it absolutely amazing for deepthroating. I moved up and down on his cock, never letting the tip leave my throat (for as long as I could hold my breath). I’d come up, suck at the tip, and repeat with his cock in my throat again. His body was tense, and the moans only got more guttural and deep. He pushed me off (afterwards telling me he couldn’t hold on any longer if I continued sucking), so I sat him on the sofa.

Lowering myself gently onto him, I felt him filling me up. His hands went straight to my body, pulling my boobs free from the lingerie and sucking on my nipples before grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper. I grinded against his cock and then stroked my clit until I came hard on him. The pulsing didn’t slow down for what felt like an eternity. The nipple stimulation from him sucking while he grabbed my arse, the grinding, and clit stimulation altogether made for the most mind-blowing feelings.

He continued to surprise me as he moved me around, not flinching at my size despite being a slender guy himself. I needed time to get comfortable that he wasn’t about to break himself, but his confidence was catching. He finished with a classic missionary variation and I felt so happy and satisfied.

We lay back on the sofa, chatting and laughing. He regaled me with stories of past exploits and drunken friends, and this social part filled my batteries of desire. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes before he was hard and ready to go. I knelt on the floor while he sat comfortably and I sucked his long cock. He gave exquisite feedback that made it such a pleasure. Then he whispered, “I need to be inside you,” and pushed me down to fuck me from behind.

It was deep, and I found myself pulling away, still so sensitive from the mind-blowing orgasm riding him. Slowly I got used to the sensations and was pushing back to meet his thrusts. He turned me over and went back to missionary with my legs over his shoulders – damn he likes it deeeeeep.

I moved my legs down and he held me close as he continued to fuck me, then asked me to choke him. As I grabbed his neck, he said he was going to cum and it tipped me over the edge. It was a pure penetrative orgasm, which doesn’t hit quite the same, but still... three orgasms.

He was happy to chat and debrief on how it had been before smartly making his departure so H could have his turn.

The Karate Kid surpassed my expectations and I’m hoping for more. Two rounds, three orgasms, and more laughter than I could count.