And the sensation, prolonged all this time, felt so goddamned good I thought I would faint.And the sensation, prolonged all this time, felt so goddamned good I thought I would faint. Oh, if only I could have that first thrust, over and over again, every time. He started slowly, rocking against me, his cock sliding out and in rhythmically, alternately filling and emptying my pussy, only to stuff it once more with his considerable girth again, and the excruciating pleasure of it quickly brought on the familiar tingle of my impending orgasm. I always feel my orgasms well in advance, and enjoy considerable buildup before the release. But once I felt it start, I turned into a wild woman, clutching and groping at Brian with unchained fervor, my hips arching up to lock against his, such that every forceful thrust ground his pelvis into my aching clit. Which only made me crazier, more desperate. Brian responded to my frenzy by picking up the pace, no longer sinking and withdrawing, but slamming and jerking, fucking me with increasing speed and force. Both of us were out of control, and strained against each other, grasping each other as we both approached orgasm. We were two perfectly orchestrated instruments, playing each other expertly. My melody: crescendo, crescendo, crescendo...FORTE!!! I came with a vengeance, my body stiffening, my breath catching in my throat, only barely audible whimpers of pleasure a staccato to the rhythm of our bodies. And as I came, my cunt spasmed forcefully around his pounding prick, squeezing him, encouraging him, and with a few more grunts and thrusts, he responded with his harmony: a moan of a deeper timbre, long, drawn out, his cum blasting hotly inside of me like a clash of cymbals, loud, then softer, softer, softer. |