Girl on the Net

After my extremely quim-laced blog the other week about the (supposedly) Mormon practice of soaking, the fabulous blogger Girl in Old School Trouble got in touch with me to offer say she fancied having a go at soaking and an extension of it – ‘jump-humping’, in which one person jumps on the bed that the other two are lying motionless on to give them a bit of friction to enjoy – and write about her experience. I have been so so excited about this guest blog ever since, and it’s massively exceeded even my own horny expectations. Thanks to a couple she has extremely hot sex with, Girl in Old School Trouble found herself in a position to suggest a round of soaking/jump-humping the last time they were together. The results are hotter than even I – a massive pervert – could have hoped for. Thank you to all three of them for indulging in this sexy experiment, and especially to Girl in Old School Trouble for writing about it so spectacularly.

We tried jump-humping and it was surprisingly hot

First, meet Mike and Elly

It’s the movement of the covers that wakes me. The sudden coolness to my right, where there had been warmth, and I open my eyes to see Mike slip quietly from under the duvet then stand to stretch, his naked back facing us on the bed.

I admire his back, his legs and his bum, then as he turns my eyes linger for a minute on his cock, hanging flaccid between his legs. Is it slightly engorged, the remnant of morning glory perhaps? My mind flicks back to just a few hours earlier, when it was hard inside me, and my pussy flutters briefly as I lift my eyes to his face.

‘Tea?’ he mouths silently, his eyes meeting mine. I smile and nod, then enjoy watching him as he pulls on his dressing gown. I savour a last look at his taut shoulders before he covers them in the gown and slips quietly from the room.

To my left, Elly is still asleep. Wrapped tightly in the duvet, she lies facing me, her mouth slightly open, a few strands of her blonde hair sticking to her lips. I lie on my left side and brush them away, pulling them from her mouth with gentle fingertips. She opens her eyes to find my face just inches from hers, and smiles. ‘Morning,’ she says sleepily, reaching out an arm to lift her duvet cocoon and pull me towards her, enveloping me in her heat and her scent.

She smells of animal warmth, of sleep, of sweat and of sex. She smells of powerful endorphins which wash over me as she pulls us together, face to face, chest to chest, her breath the most powerfully sexy scent of all as she puts her mouth on mine.

We kiss, our bodies pressed tightly together, our hands and fingers and legs entwining. I know she always wakes up horny, and I can feel the urgent power of her arousal in the heat of her body, the taste of her mouth. I can feel it in her hard nipples brushing against my breasts, and as I slide my hand between her thighs I can feel it in her wetness, the spreading of her legs, her gasping intake of breath as my fingers find her clit.

She lies on her back as I finger her, turning her head to kiss me, her arm pressing my body against hers. She holds me, an open hand on my breast, pinching my nipple between her fingers as I stroke her clit in smooth, steady strokes.
For several minutes we share her journey, pressed together, I can feel her whole body responding against mine as her pleasure builds, her head arched back on the pillow, then a high clear cry of pleasure as I slip two fingers inside her and stroke her clit with my thumb, and I know she is only seconds away.

Mike comes back into the room, carrying a tray of tea, to find his wife on the brink of orgasm, writhing and rocking her hips against my fingers. Her eyes are closed. I don’t stop stroking her, as he puts the tray down then sits on the side of the bed, opening his dressing gown to reveal his rapidly growing erection.

Her eyes still closed, her back arched, Elly teeters on the brink, crying out with every breath, her body shaking as I slide my fingers over and inside her until finally the tension releases, and she collapses on the bed with a series of deep, animalistic sighs, her pussy gripping my fingers with fast, pulsing contractions.

I hold her as the orgasm peaks and fades, her body twitching as I slide my fingers out of her, and trace the wetness up her stomach.

Sitting on the bed, Mike lets go of his cock – fully erect now – and lifts a mug of tea from the tray, handing it to his wife at the very moment she opens her eyes.

Introducing them to jump-humping

‘Fuck, yeah,’ she says, sitting up against the pillows and taking the tea. The duvet falls away from her breasts, which are flushed a deep pink, the nipples still hard as she takes a sip.

‘Morning,’ says Mike, smiling. Elly looks at his erection, sticking hard and proud out from between the folds of his dressing gown. ‘What are you going to do with that, then?’

‘What do you suggest?,’ he asks, moving the dressing gown away and stroking his fingers down the hard length of his shaft. I watch his fingers move over it, beautiful long fingers. My cunt, yet to be touched this morning, throbs quietly away.

Elly slides a hand down the front of my body. I’m lying on my back beside her, still mostly under the duvet. She runs her fingertips down between my breasts, over my stomach, through my pubic hair then over my outer lips. I don’t need to feel myself to know how wet I am. She dips a finger between them and I breath out sharply as a bolt of pleasure fires up through my body.

‘I think there’s something under here which needs attention too,’ she says. ‘It seems only polite to give our guest an orgasm.’
She lifts her hand away, taking the duvet with it to leave me lying, naked and uncovered. She takes another sip of tea.

Knowing Mike’s love of oral, I think about ways to convince him to skip straight to the main event, and suddenly have an idea.

‘Hey,’ I say, ‘have you guys heard of soaking?’

Elly shakes her head. ‘Soaking?’

‘Apparently soaking is something Mormons do,’ I say, climbing back onto the bed between them. Elly passes me my tea. ‘Thanks. So they’re not allowed to have pre-marital sex, right? But somehow they’ve figured out that sex means thrusting, so if you don’t actually move, it doesn’t count as sex.’

‘Right,’ says Mike, looking a little sceptical. I sip my tea.

‘Mmmm, so, the couple gets horny, right, and they want to have sex. So the guy puts his cock inside the girl. But then they just lie there, not moving, because that is the banned bit – they just lie still with his cock inside her.’

‘Okay…’

‘But then, when that gets too frustrating, they get a friend to join them on the bed and jump up and down beside them, so they get some movement, but they’re not doing it themselves. That’s called jump-humping.’

Mike still looks unconvinced. ‘And god is OK with them doing that?’

‘Who the fuck knows. It’s probably just an urban legend.’

‘Who the fuck CARES,’ says Elly. ‘It’s hot as fuck. Just lying there keeping still, not allowed to move with his cock inside you. And someone else controlling the movement…’

‘Right!!’ I said. ‘That’s my reaction too, and my sex blogger friend thought so as well.’

‘We’ve got to try it,’ she says, excitedly. ‘Come on Mike, finish you tea!’

‘We’re not Mormons though.’ He still looks confused.

‘No, but you are my husband and you have to do as you’re told. I’m going to be god, watching over what you guys are doing.’

‘Well that should come naturally enough,’ he says into his mug.

‘Shutup, or you’ll incur my wrath. Now,’ she says, using my name, ‘would you like my husband to put his cock inside you?’

Yes fucking please,’ I say, happily. I pass Elly my cup and slide down to lie flat on my back. Mike leans in towards me and slides his fingertips up my side and over my breasts.

‘Oi!’ says Elly. ‘Who said anything about foreplay? God doesn’t approve of foreplay. Just stick it in already.’

She looks at me. ‘Okay?’ she asks, more quietly. I nod. Enthusiastic consent. I’m enjoying the game already.

Mike climbs on top of me, missionary position, and gently positions his cock between my wet lips before sliding it easily, blissfully inside me. The rush of first-penetration pleasure explodes through me and I moan, and rock towards him almost involuntarily, pulling him deeper.

His muscular arms are either side of my body, his taught chest pressing against my breasts, his breath hot on my face, and I suddenly realise just exactly how much harder this is going to be than I had anticipated.

To have a man hard inside me, a man I find powerfully attractive, a man whose body and touch and face and lips I am used to enjoying without restraint, to have him there in the most intimate position imaginable, but not move with him… it’s beyond my capacity for endurance and I fail, almost at once. I lift my lips to his as I rock my pelvis to move him inside me.

‘Nope,’ says Elly, pulling his head away from mine with a hand on his forehead. ‘None of that. And keep that bum still. Don’t think I can’t tell what you’re doing. I need to see you both staying still.’

With a superhuman effort at restraint, I relax my head back onto the pillow, and keep my body still. Mike rests on his forearms, his face a few inches from mine, fixed in a mask of concentration. I can’t look into his eyes, if I do I am lost, so I close mine and force myself to lie calm.

Once the initial urge to move is passed, the position becomes a sex act in itself. Focusing on the sensations, I can feel his heartbeat, his cock inside me, the heat and pressure of his body. I can concentrate my mind on elements of what I can feel, making my body respond as I mentally play out scenarios in my head, fighting the urge to move, denying and intensifying the pleasure and anticipation. I wonder if this is close to tantra. The powerful sensations of sex but without the constant urge for progression. A minute passes, then two, and I find myself starting to enjoy it, building arousal and pleasure for myself with no movement at all, my mind doing all the work… I wonder how far this will go. Could I even mentally build myself to orgasm? Imagine how it would feel for Mike if I can make my cunt pulse and throb around his cock…

‘My arms hurt,’ says Mike, breaking the spell. I open my eyes. ‘It’s like doing the plank. Holding this position is actually really hard.’

‘Are you making excuses?’ asks Elly? I look to my left. She’s kneeling on the bed watching us, one hand between her legs.

‘It’s honestly really hard. I can’t hold it. It’s way harder than when we’re moving.’

‘What if I go on top?’ I say. ‘Is that on the list of approved positions?’ I look over at Elly.

‘Yeah, god is fine with cowgirl I reckon,’ she says. ‘But no moving mind…’

‘OK… let’s do it.’

Mike and I rearrange ourselves, him lying on the bed and me straddling, slipping his cock back easily inside me. Elly watches us, a hand teasing one of her nipples. She has beautiful big soft breasts, a perfect shape, with big areolae and nipples that deepen to a dark pink when she is turned on. They are dark pink now, almost red, and hard under her fingers.

‘I was getting quite tantra-like actually,’ I say, as I lower myself into position.

‘I could tell, just from watching you both, listening to your breathing. It’s really hot.’

I sit astride Mike, not moving, looking at the muscles of his shoulders, then over at his wife quietly touching herself as she watches us both.

So… what does jump-humping actually feel like?

She shuffles a little closer, her knees touching Mike’s side, then gives a couple of little bounces on the bed, bouncing the pair of us up and down. The movement lifts me away from his body slightly, moving his cock inside me, then pushing deep back inside as we reach the bottom of the bounce. Mike and I both moan, in near unison as the movement comes, and then stop.
‘Oh now, THIS is going to be FUN,’ says Elly, grinning wickedly.

‘Bounce us again?’ says Mike. He’s flushed, and so hard inside me, the brief movement seems almost to have made him harder. Or maybe I’m imagining it.

‘Once more. Please?’ He looks genuinely desperate.

‘No,’ says Em. ‘My tea is cold. I’m getting more. No cheating, seriously, I will know if you cheat.’ And with that, she gets off the bed and walks naked from the room. Fuck’s sake.

Mike is breathing hard. I look down at him.

‘How good is your self control, Mike?’ I ask.

‘I’m like, fighting every urge in my body right now…’ he says. I reach down and caress the muscles of his chest. He moans and closes his eyes, but doesn’t move in me.

‘Keep them closed,’ I say. ‘Imagine what you want to do. Don’t move, just imagine the movement. I was doing it when you were on top, and I almost came. Focus on your cock inside me, on how tight and warm and wet I am… imagine yourself fucking me, your cock sliding into my wet cunt, pushing my lips apart and thrusting deep inside, again and again, fucking me hard. Think about how it feels…’

Involuntarily, my pelvic floor twitches and contracts, as my body responds to my own words. He gives a guttural moan in response. I breath deeply, settling my body down. I don’t think I’m about to cum, but suddenly it’s hard to be sure, and I get the feeling any movement at all could have a rapidly explosive effect. I close my own eyes, and breathe.

Elly comes back into the room, holding a fresh mug of tea which she sets down on the dresser.

‘Very good,’ she says. ‘I see you have been observing the word of your lord, and thusly, you shall be rewarded.’ And with that, she jumps fully onto the bed, landing hard on her knees right beside us and sending Mike and I into a big, sudden bounce, lifting me half off his cock then hard back inside, then again smaller as the bounce subsides.

‘Fuck,’ I say, gripping Elly to keep my balance.

‘Oh, god, fuck, uhh,’ says Mike, or words to that effect, as we settle back into frustrating stillness.

‘Does that actually work,’ says Elly?

‘Fuck yes,’ I say. Mike nods. He’s breathing hard, as if I was actually riding him. I wonder if, like me, he’s on a high plateau of sexual pleasure, marooned and desperate. I wonder how many more bounces it will take for him to cum. The thought makes my cunt contract again, and I realise if I’m not careful, I might get there first.

‘I guess I’d better find the best position for it then,’ Elly says, and shuffles round on her knees until she is above her husband’s head, facing me, then moves forward to straddle him, her pussy a few inches above his face.

‘This seems good,’ she says, grinning. She reaches between her legs and plays with her cunt, parting her lips with her fingers, then slipping them inside. I can see Mike’s face between her thighs, staring up at her, his lips parted and wet, mirroring hers.

‘Remember,’ she says, as she starts to masturbate ‘no moving now. God doesn’t approve of moving.’

I watch her body as she strokes her clit. I watch her fingers moving, her breasts, her nipples, her face. Our eyes meet as she moans softly, our faces just inches apart. I watch Mike, watching her, feeling his cock inside me. Her legs are pressed either side of his body and the movements of her fingers against her cunt transmit down, through her legs and into his body, causing a tiny, achingly frustrating echo of her movement in his body and mine.

I watch her pleasuring herself, her moans getting louder. And finally, ever so gently, she starts to bounce.

It’s barely perceptible at first, just the tiniest movements of her torso up and down, barely enough to transmit into our bodies at all. But I can feel it, my god I can feel it, and it take everything I have not to join in the bouncing, match her rhythm as my body is screaming out for me to do.

But I maintain self control and so does Mike, only allowing her movements between us, as she starts to bounce harder, then harder still, following the natural rhythm of our bodies and the bed, she bounces and bounces and I finally can’t stop myself adding my own movements, flexing my legs in rhythm so Mike’s cock slides into me again and again.

He reaches his hands forward and up, grabbing Elly’s tits as his self control finally fails and he thrusts up into me, once, twice, grunting ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ as he cums.

Elly stops bouncing. ‘I don’t recall saying you could do that,’ she says, moving sideways and looking down at Mike. She doesn’t seem to have noticed (or chosen to ignore) that it was my self control that failed first.

She looks at me. ‘Did you cum?’

I shake my head. ‘Nearly.’

‘I think it’s time he finished the job then…’ She takes my hand and pulls me forward slightly, and I get the message at once. I lift myself off Mike’s softening cock, and shuffle forwards, his cum dripping out of me onto his chest, until I am over his face.
I lean forwards as he starts to lick me, his soft, talented tongue instantly finding my clit. My elbows on the pillow, Elly lies sideways beside us and brings her face to mine, kissing me again, and I reach down her body to finish the morning as we started it, her lips on mine and my fingers on her clit, gasping together as her orgasm comes seconds after mine.

We collapse in a heap. Mike extracts himself from under my legs, his face slick and wet with his cum and mine.

‘Tell you what,’ he says, standing up and fetching some paper tissue from the night stand. ‘I think Mormons might be having a lot more fun that we thought.’

He wipes his face.

‘Tell you what else,’ says Elly. ‘I think it’s time you made some breakfast for your god. Or we should say goddess really. Two bacon sandwiches for your two goddesses.’

Mike hesitates…

‘Right away, if you please.’

‘Your wish, is my command.’ And he leaves the room with a bow.