Oh, now that brings back some nice memories. I met a thin, very attractive blonde at, of all places, a fishing resort bar. Soaking wet she couldn't have been more than 90-95#, but her height was easily 5'5". So yes she was thin, but in a healthy willowy way, not anorexic.
Anyway she was there with a friend, a man, but not in a serious relationship with him; after a few casual, but inviting looks, and exchanging pleasantries over a few days we ended up side by side at the bar - one thing led to another and we were soon in my room shredding clothes like they were on fire.
Foreplay was brief, surprisingly so, but i think she didn't want to be noted as missing for too long. As another poster mentioned, her tightness was first noticed when i tried to insert a finger, to get the natural juices flowing, and it was tight, so very tight; just my middle finger had a hard time entering, but once in it was finger fucking joy, never before had had such an experience where you could feel every ripple, every bump and fold, every slippery aspect of this exotic tunnel - i almost forgot what we came for in my explorations of this incredible pussy.
But she didn't! Once her pussy was slippery wet she jumped up for cg, but if the finger had a hard time imagine an engorged cock - the head barely squeezed in the first half inch, and that seemed like that was all that was happening. Then she literally pulled it out, and put a huge wad of saliva in the palm of her hand and slathered the tip with it, mentioning for me to do the same, but putting it on her pussy (her advantage was she was sitting up and got 100% of her spit on my cock; me, laying down trying to articulate my hand dropped half of my spit on the sheets, but the little that got their augmented her own juices and i was happily back to finger fucking again, albeit in an awkward position ... she then grasped my cock gave it a few quick rubs on her lips and tried inserting again - this time with success - slowly the head entered and bit by bit, just using her pressure from sitting in squatting cg we made it 2/3's of the way - the last third was by me with an impatient upwards thrust pubic hair to pubic hair - an awesome, awesome feeling and peculiar, intense, feeling of accomplishment as we both smiled at each other at our almost mission impossible deed.
We both just stayed like that for a minute or two happy with our coupling - just the odd twitch coming from my in-heaven cock. Then some bizarreness happened - this lithesome blond started acting like the Duracell Bunny!
Really - no exaggeration she started pumping in cg like there was no tomorrow, and i was just hanging on for the ride, making sure i stayed in. I countered her downstroke with an occasional hard upstroke when i could match her rhythm, but that wasn't often in her rocket mode.
The feeling was incredible, imagine a "very" firm hj that loved to bottom out at the base multiplied X 10 and that was the feeling - even better when she would stop once in a while and put another scoop of saliva on for extra lubrication ... possible one of the top three experiences I've had, and definitely one of the longest before coming. The tightness seemed to throttle any sperm back for a very long time, and i only came by going into missionary - where i could control the tempo better, but even there her eagerness was still astounding; she met every thrust with an upward one - so hard sometimes it was actually painful as our hip bones collided a little too hard, but she seemed to like it and her intensity increased squeezing and scratching my back to an almost S&M episode!
The thoughts running through my head were I had finally met a true nympho - and I was loving it. The absolute total exhaustion at the end of this encounter was, and is, the definition of bliss. There was so much sweat that our bodies slid along each other like a nuru massage - a once-in-a-lifetime encounter.
It's been dozens of years, but I still remember her name and the memories still bring back a woody
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