I had insomnia one time, it was bad, after running around all day, I was still wide awake at night. Even whacking off like a mad man didn't help. Reading books did, I consumed page after page, sleeping soundly at night.
My friend Leah, when she told me of her insomnia, my first thought was to tell her to masturbate. She was already a reader like me, and she was beyond running around like a teen on caffeine.
She was my friend, if I told her my first thought, she would have called me a pig and hang up on me. So I suggested my second thought.
I was surprised when she asked if I knew how. Of course I said I did, I never did, but how hard could it be?
She said it was okay to come into the room now. I quickly adjusted my raging hard on and went into the room. Curtains pulled down tight cast the room in shadows. Leah was laying on the bed, naked. A towel covered her ass, her tan back seemed to glow on the white sheets. Her hair was tucked over her right shoulder, arms at her sides, hiding my chance of any peeks.
Women have male friends, friends, nothing more, that's Leah and I. She never knew how much I wanted her beyond friendship, to take this moment...I put that thought out of my bigger head. My smaller head would never let that thought go, I was afraid I might shoot a massive load as soon as I touched her.
On a end table there was a lit candle, keeping a bowel of body oil warm. I dipped my fingers, making sure it wasn't hot, also to rub over my hands. I poured a little oil down her back, set it back over the candle. Her soft mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm as I rubbed the oil into her skin made my cock twitch in my shorts. Touching her skin had me dripping, so perfect, I have no words to justify the feel. I massaged her back, applying light pressure, moving down to just above the towel. Her body stirred ever so slightly on the bed, she liked it. I rubbed down her arms, her palms, then fingers and thumb. I turned, rubbing my oily hands down her smooth legs to her toes. She mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm some more as I came back up her legs, moving close to the hands off boundary of the towel. She liked my hand following hand attention to her thighs. So tight, shapely, I lost my self in the dirtiest of thoughts. Her voice, saying, did you hear me?
I couldn't believe what she said, are you sure? I asked. She was.
Adding a little more warm oil to my hands, they slid up under the towel. A small sexy ass lifted up into my palms, (I watched her ass walk many times) she was complaining about a muscle pull, asked if I could help. Her sigh made me dizzy, Leah, with brown eyes, long hair, a mix of Roman, Greek features in her cute face was sighing so sweetly from my hands on her naked ass. I spread the oil over her cheeks, my hands pressing into her soft, very soft flesh, my cock was screaming. She shivered when my finger nail ran down her crack. I could feel heat from her pussy, I rubbed her upper thighs, into where they joined her vagina. Leah was stirring, not minding how close my hands were. My fingers brushed her lips, once, twice, third time, I let them rub right over her hole. When she didn't tell me to stop, I continued, my screaming cock ready to burst out of my shorts.
Her hand pulled the towel off her ass, my mouth dropped open, seeing how sexy her naked ass is. I looked in between her slightly open legs, her lips were becoming puffy, my hands, minds of their own, were rubbing oil over those soft velvet lips. Her MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM was all I needed to hear. I slid my index and middle finger in, my other hand made circles on her clit, that stud was soon out of its hood, craving much attention. Her arms moved up, fingers grasping at the sheets. Sighing from my massage, her body squirming a bit, my fingers feeling her pussy contracting. Amazed by seeing her pussy, allowing me what I was doing, I was hypnotized by her breathing becoming heavy, her body trembling, her pussy cumming right in front of me. The clamping of her legs on my arms woke me. New oil was on my fingers, her sweet oil.
She turned over, her small round tits, nipples stiff with new excitement. She smiled, I smiled back as I rubbed her body, from neck to toes, I rubbed, taking notice of her hand moving across the bed to me.
I almost came when her hand felt me in my shorts. My hands were busy, fingering, rubbing her hard clit. She pulled my shorts, trying to yank them down, when she finally freed my cock, she whispered wow! Her pussy was meeting my fingers, thrusting down on them. She rubbed her fingers on her oiled body, then rubbed my cock. From head to balls, I was as oiled as she was. I added a third finger as she took me into her mouth. Her moan was wicked on my cock. I fucked her faster, going deeper, her pushing down was in tempo with her mouth going down on my cock. She pulled back suddenly, laying back on the bed, sharp moans, gasping, her pussy clamping on my fingers. I kissed her as her body still twitched, our tongues massaging. My shorts were pulled down more, her hand stroking me fast. "That was hot!"
I almost lost my mind, licking, not knowing which oil was her's, (I never tasted body oil before) her hands pulling me in, her pussy pressing into my mouth. Her moaning getting sharper, two oils filling my mouth. Me teeth grazing her clit, she said fuck! then came, trembling very hard, smearing my lips with oily cum.
I did come apart, her oiled hand pressed my weeping cock against her lips. I rolled my hips, sliding into madness, intense muscles squeezed me like a vice, claiming me forever more. Her mouth stole mine, tongue entwining mine. I fucked like a piston, deep, hard, fast. Wanting her for so long, now inside her, our bodies slick with oil. She came, hard, furious, again and again, did her cum wash off the oil? Did it bead on my cock like rain on a newly waxed car? Nails raked my back, our bodies bucked endlessly. I had to hold on, I knew I couldn't though. I pulled out, her hand reaching for me, stroking me. I didn't moan, I groaned, my body voiding ropes of long cum, splashing in oil on her body. We collapsed together, panting, as I got my breath back, wincing from the scratches on my back, I hear Leah, she was softly snoring.
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