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Written by Jefferson Heard
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Page 3 of 3
And then, just like that, she was on top of me, and I was face down on the bed. I thought of Lori's slender breasts sitting high and proud like the cock she wore, closed my eyes, and waited. I don't know what I expected, exactly, but the first thing I got was a single well-lubed finger, and that alone nearly sent me through the roof. I'd never had anyone else touch me there before, not once, no matter how much I'd wanted it. Somehow it never seemed okay to ask, but now here she was touching me because she wanted to.
One finger, in once and then out. I leaned back, trying to hold her in me for a second longer. Even now I can't describe the feeling, except to say that everything tightened. Two fingers. My balls pulled up into my body like I was going to come, and she slid around inside me.
She moved on to a small vibrating dildo. I felt a chill run up and down my back and a burning, urgent kind of pleasure that had me reaching for my cock and stroking. I could feel the effect of the vibratior all the way up in my nipples. I think she sensed that I was too close to the edge, because she only left it on for a few seconds before turning the vibrator off. But she continued to fuck me with it, gently, getting me ready for her cock.
She was slow about it at first, I know, but it sure didn't feel that way. Still, I could feel myself spreading for her, under her, and my whole body tingled. Just when I thought she had to be almost all the way in, there was a gentle, pleasurable "pop," I suddenly realized that it was the head of her cock, she was barely inside me, just to the end of the shaft.
She took her time, and over what felt like minutes, she buried her shaft in me. The feeling was something like pain, though never quite agonizing, and yet something so far beyond pleasure that I can't even describe it. Ecstasy, maybe. I know it's overused, but it works: religious, speaking in tongues style ecstasy, complete with a chorus of Lori-shaped angels singing at the top of their lungs. Finally I felt her thighs against my ass. It felt so good, I found myself actually pushing against her, trying to get more of her. She ground her thighs against me in response.
But sex needs motion, and Lori's grinding eventually gave way to thrusts. At first she was slow and gentle, and I reveled in feeling my entire body full of Lori. Then she thrust harder, and I could hear her thighs slapping against my ass. I felt closer and closer to coming. The cool air caressed my cock with each thrust, and I settled into the rhythm. I imagined I could feel her thighs in my ears, and it felt like her cock was splitting my ass in two. Yet there was nothing in the world that would have made me stop her.
I pounded back, hurling myself against her, and she started screaming with her thrusts. God knows, at that point we didn't care if anyone heard us. She dug into me with her fingernails, and finally I came. I came, but her cock was so far inside me, putting so much pressure on me that I couldn't ejaculate, and I just heaved back and forth against her, coming and coming. I screamed at her, "I'm coming, oh my god I'm... still ... coming!"
The spasms began to subside, but still she didn't stop. She kept driving into me. I felt myself get back into the rhythm, just thrusting against her, remembering my orgasm and wanting so badly to come again with her cock in me. I could feel her sweat dripping onto my back, and it cooled me briefly.
Then it was building again. "Lori, I'm going to come again ... Please! Don't stop," I silently begged. She kept going. I started to come, and as I was screaming into the pillow she pulled out and grabbed hold of my cock. I came everywhere, and when I'd expended every onto the sheets, she flopped on the bed, pulled off the harness, grabbed me and started kissing me madly.
She pushed on my shoulders until my kisses were trailing down her torso. I circled her right breast with featherlike kisses and she pushed me further down. Her thighs tasted of sex. She was slick an inch down with her own juices, and I took pleasure in tasting every drop around where her tendons stood out against her slender, firm thighs. She pulled her legs up, and held me against her groin.
She was already so close, and I knew it. I darted back and forth between her labia, massaging them with long, deep strokes of my tongue. I darted inside her pussy and around her clit, above, below, left, right. Everywhere but on the clit itself. When my tongue grazed her clitoris just once, ever so lightly, she heaved against me.
I kept going other places, back and forth, and she kept holding my head tighter and tighter until finally she cried out, "Now, please NOW! Don't stop," she said, just as I thought had thought earlier. She came, and as my tongue probed every inch of her vulva, she bucked against me until I thought she was going to take my head off. Her excitement was so intense, I was close to coming again myself.
When her orgasm subsided, I crawled up the bed, shaking, and put my arms around her. Eventually her breathing slowed. The smile on her face was something to behold. At last she lifted her head and said, "Hey Josh, I do still have to work this evening. About tomorrow night. You mentioned some kind of theatre, movie, opera, dinner thing?"
"Yeah," I said, feeling myself grinning right along with her. "I'd love to. Anything. You name it, I'll be there."
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