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Liv Takes The Lead Ch 03

Liv Takes The Lead Ch 03

by jagofferman
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This story is the conclusion to a series that contains two previous stories. It might make more sense if you read the stories that preceded it. If stories about women taking the lead in sexual encounters aren't your thing, be forewarned. All characters are over 18.

This story jumps into hot and heavy sex because it's a continuation of two previous stories that build to this point. If you like it, please feel free to give it some stars.

This is a reworked story I published elsewhere in the past at another site.

"Now that we've got that first one out of the way, let's see what this big fellow can do to please my pussy," Liv said after we'd made each other cum on that first evening we had ever even kissed and gotten naked. We had come a long way from her words to me when we first met: "I need you to keep that dick hard for me."

Here I was now, lying in her bed on my back, my thick hard red pole, which had just shot a big load in her mouth, continuing to stand at attention and strain to be inside that hot, wet pussy I had just made cum when I suddenly sucked her clit hard into my mouth.

How could this be happening to me? I asked myself. So suddenly. Out of the blue. And what did it mean? Were we a couple? What did all of this mean to her? What did she want? I had never met a woman like Liv, who felt no need to pretend she didn't love sex, who took the initiative in choosing a man, pursuing him, inviting him into her bed when she barely knew him.

This was a new world for me, an exciting one, but also confusing. I didn't know what to expect or how I was expected to behave. Words like "boy toy" and "fuck buddy" scrolled through my head as I lay there waiting for what everything had been leading up to from the moment she told me, just after meeting me, that she wanted me to keep my dick hard for her--me fucking Liv, or was it Liv fucking me?--to get underway.

And then underway it got, with Liv taking the initiative. After I'd shot my first load and she said, "Let's see what this big fellow can do to please my pussy," she added, "Still loaded and ready for action, I see. Come here."

Lying back, she opened her arms and invited me into them. She wanted me on top for the first time we fucked. She wanted to see my eyes, my face, my expressions of pleasure, as I reveled in the erotic wonder of her body, the way her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed when she came, how her luscious tits with their beautiful large pink areolas shook when I drove my cock in hard, those sea-blue eyes that seemed to peer right inside me, the red-gold hair like a big halo around her face.

The fucking got underway. After I put a pillow under her ass to elevate it, and after I'd teased her swollen pussy with my tongue to make it even more eager for my cock, I got on my knees and, for the first time ever, lined my cock up with that inviting pussy. I ran it up and down the wet slit a few times, slowly and teasingly, to cover it with her juice and to tease her, and let its head toy with her clit until she begged again, "Please! Now!"

And then, slowly and with more teasing of her slick hot hole, I began to slip my cock head through the gates of paradise. Liv let out a loud shudder of pleasure and told me to stop, to let her feel my dick just inside her for the first time.

She asked if I could feel how much her pussy loved my tool working inside it, how it clenched and tried to pull my cock further inside. She said, "There's nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that."

As I discovered that first night together, Liv had control of what her pussy could do to a cock, more control than any woman I had ever fucked previously. She'd later tell me that she did kegels and they helped her get even more pleasure out of sex, and also to work her pussy in a way that gave men more pleasure.

I was far from a first timer that night I first fucked Liv, but I can tell you that after waiting for weeks to get inside her, and after lodging just the head of my dick inside her pussy opening as it pulsed and pulled around my cock head, I found it hard not to shoot. I pulled out to cool down as she smiled and said, "Slow and easy. We have all night."

Then I notched my tool again inside her opening, as she shuddered and groaned and once again asked me to stop so she could feel my cock starting to fuck her. She loved having the entrance of her pussy, which was very sensitive, played with, loved having just the head enter and re-enter her as she strummed her clit and sometimes came right away from the combined stimulation of her clit and her pussy opening.

Then she gasped out, "More." And as I slowly thrust inside her, until half of my thick pussy pleaser had entered her rippling, sucking, hot wet tunnel, she took her hand from her clit and grabbed my arms, pulling me down closer to her and thrusting her pussy up to take in my cock.

"So good," she said. "I knew you'd be so good. Now really fuck me, soldier boy."

And I did just that. She wanted me to continue the kneeling missionary fuck for our first time until I shot inside her. She had told me casually in our conversations that she was on birth control and didn't expect the men who fucked her to use condoms. She liked for her and them to have the full pleasure of bareback, and, of course, selected men she knew were clean before she allowed them inside her.

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Liv loved being fucked missionary, because she loved seeing how much pleasure she gave a man. She watched my face intently as I drove in and pounded her pussy while she smiled, moaning and writhing with pleasure. She liked it when I leaned down to kiss her while I continued driving into her, and loved how that let the top of my shaft work against her clit, an arrangement made more possible by the pillow under her ass.

Liv came several times as I drove into her, working my hard cock against her clit. I discovered that first night how easily she came, and how multi-orgasmic she was. This was a woman made for sex, a woman who loved sex and loved giving sexual pleasure.

"Tell me what you're feeling, soldier boy," she said as I continued working her pussy and she could feel my cock starting to swell and get harder and even longer. "I'm fucking loving this, being with you and fucking you," I grunted. "And you're fucking loving my fucking wet cunt, aren't you?" she shot back. "Can you feel how she's gripping you as you get ready to shoot inside her?"

That did it. I went over the edge as I slammed as far up inside Liv as I could and pumped her pulsing, sucking pussy full of cum for the first time. And then I collapsed onto her, my face buried in her hair next to her neck, as I groaned with exhaustion and delight.

I'd soon find that the evening was far from over. I had learned a lot from Liv already, including how crazy it was that I'd accepted the idea that "real" men don't talk when they have sex, don't focus on what they're feeling and express it.

Liv wouldn't permit silence. She goaded me into talking about what I was feeling and focusing on it, and that's a lesson I have never forgotten.

The evening was far from over, and there were more lessons to learn.

Drenched in sweat and totally exhausted from working my thick tool to give her pussy maximum pleasure for that first fuck, I found myself so spent that, without knowing it was happening, I fell asleep, my arms around Liv with hers around me.

When I woke after a short nap and opened my eyes, I found Liv smiling at me. "You fell asleep, soldier boy," she said. "Were you dreaming?" As she said that, laughing, she nodded down to my thick pole that was erect and ready to go again, still coated with our combined juices from our first fuck.

Half asleep as I was, I blurted out the honest to god truth: "Yeah, I was dreaming about your wet cunt."

"Thought so," she said as she reached over and started slowly teasing the slick head of my hard dick. "I thought that might be the reason this soldier was saluting when we woke up. I napped, too. I love hearing that you were dreaming about fucking me more."

Then: "This night's not over yet. This fellow's still got some work to do. And I can see that he's definitely up to it."

As she said this, Liv lightly traced the veins in my cock shaft up and down with her fingertip, ending the downstrokes by hefting and caressing my balls and her up ones by toying around the tingling tip of my dick with her fingertip. She was fascinated, she told me later, with how veiny and thick my cock is, a cock that looks like it's done a lot of hard work and exercised well.

It's not particularly long but is definitely meaty and veiny, with a large head she loved to feel working inside the slick walls of her pussy, and with large low-hanging balls that she really liked feeling slap against her ass or clit as we fucked in different positions.

"I'm really glad I've gotten to meet this fellow," she said as she kept teasing and playing with me. "He's going to be spending a lot of time with me now."

Then she climbed on top of me, leaning down to give me a hot kiss with her beautiful hair cascading down on either side of my face, and she began to prepare both of us for our next session by slowly and tantalizingly working her slick slit and swollen lips up and down my excited dick, making sure to give her clit attention as she did that, coating my dick with her nectar to get it ready to fuck her.

I have never met a woman as skilled as Liv was at riding. She loved to fuck that way, her on top facing me as I was either lying down or sitting on a chair. She loved to watch my face, my eyes, to see how I responded as her talented cunt worked on my cock to give itself pleasure while it drove me wild.

She loved that I could pull and twist her nipples while she fucked me in this position. When I did that at the right moment as she was nearing a climax from grinding her clit against my dick shaft, it would send her over the edge and she'd come hard, shaking on top of me with her legs clenching mine, her pussy rippling and sucking at my cock in a way that often brought me near my release, too.

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Most women I'd fucked in the past never seemed interested in trying more than the missionary position with the lights out. I didn't get much chance to see them up close as we fucked, and they seemed to accept that fucking was more me doing something to them than they doing something to me.

They hadn't shown the unapologetic pleasure Liv took from sex. She wasn't embarrassed in the least to admit frankly that she loved to fuck, loved to ride a cock because that allowed her to get maximum enjoyment from having a hard dick in her pussy she knew how to grinding work in just the right way to maximize engagement with her little swollen pleasure button.

Liv felt no need to pretend that she didn't love giving her pussy as much pleasure as she could. And she also loved knowing that when she did that, she gave the men she fucked the unforgettable ride of their lives, especially when they discovered how she could put that hot, wet cunt to work clenching their cocks, pulling them further inside and milking them until they exploded.

One of her special techniques was to ride on top of my pole as she lifted herself up so my dick head was just inside her pussy opening as she worked it before suddenly swallowing my whole cock down to my balls again, then lifting herself up to work just the tip inside her opening again.

As I've said before, the vestibule of her pussy was especially sensitive, and she loved the feeling of my big cockhead going into her and teasing the opening repeatedly. When she rode me and felt me swelling and pulsing and getting ready to shoot, she would often suddenly lift herself so that only the head of my cock was inside her, and her pussy would grip and tease the head until I spurted what felt like gallons of cum into her tunnel.

One of my hottest memories of our time together was from a weekend we spent doing nothing but staying naked, fucking when we felt like it and just reading, listening to music, talking at other times.

Do I have to tell you that it was Liz who suggested those weekends at her place? Her rule was that when I arrived, my clothes went in a pile on the floor next to the front door as soon as I stepped inside the door. She was already naked.

Then we'd kiss and, depending on how horny we were, we might fuck right away or we might just go on and do ordinary things. On the weekend I'm remembering now, I was sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine, my eyes scanning Liz's gorgeous tits as much as the pages of the magazine, and Liz was on a sofa across the room, typing on her laptop computer. She was nibbling on a peanut and butter honey sandwich as she did that.

Without saying anything, she got up and walked across to my chair, where I was sitting with my legs spread out, and she knelt between my legs. She had her sandwich in her hand. Looking up at me with a deceptively sweet smile counteracted by the wicked gleam in her eyes, she slowly began to drip honey from the sandwich onto my cock, which was not hard but already interested from my study of her tits across the room, as I thumbed through my magazine.

As the honey began coating my rising dick, she'd take her tongue and lick up and down the shaft and around the head to eat the honey. "I love honey," she said. "Don't you?" Then, when she had me nearing peak excitement, she had me lean back in the chair, legs outstretched, and she began riding me in the backwards cowgirl position.

I can't really say what made that afternoon so wildly erotic, but it was definitely that--sunlight flooding the room as we fucked, so that we could both see every centimeter of each other's bodies; the unexpected, casual way in which she initiated sex with the honey and a hot blowjob; the way her rosy ass lifted and ground on my straining dick; the access that position gave me to her nipples that she loved to have me twist and pull as we fucked; the way I could reach around and work her clit as she rode me.

This was truly one of the hottest fucks of my life, and it seemed to on all afternoon, with neither of us hurrying to end it. When I finally shot inside her, I shot an explosion of cum that seemed to go on forever.

No two ways about it, Liv was just a hot woman, hotter than any I'd ever met before. I learned from her--from fucking her and being fucked by her--that I hadn't known jack shit about sex before I met her. Not really. Even though I thought of myself as quite a pussy pleaser.

Meeting a woman who unapologetically enjoyed sex and showed that pleasure so openly: this completely turned what I had thought about women upside down. And about men's role in giving women pleasure.

I learned from Liz that women don't need us guys to give them sexual pleasure. Not in the sense that they can't find pleasure perfectly well on their own, without us. They're capable of finding that on their own and they can be unashamed to admit it.

They're not looking for men to do them the favor of fucking them, of sticking their cocks into their pussies and cumming and calling that pleasing a woman. They're looking for men who enjoy sexual pleasure with them on equal terms, who understand what they mean when they say, as your dick is inside their cunt, "There's nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that."

They're looking for men who can learn to behave like human beings capable of feeling and expressing feeling. And when we men learn to do that, I learned from Liv, we become much better lovers. We learn to give pleasure better, and also to receive it better.

And that's surely what good sex, making love intimately and passionately or hard fucking so both of you can get off, is all about.

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