Darlene cried out, "More, Jack, more!" From 143 to 145, Jack rammed into her from behind, jolting Darlene with each thrust, and manhandled her ass while she stuttered, "M-m-m-more! M-m-m-more!" On the bottom of page 145, Jack pulled his cock out of her slippery cunt, flipped her around and pinned her down, and drove mercilessly into her again as he had way back on page 138, letting her have it with both barrels.Darlene cried out, "More, Jack, more!" From 143 to 145, Jack rammed into her from behind, jolting Darlene with each thrust, and manhandled her ass while she stuttered, "M-m-m-more! M-m-m-more!" On the bottom of page 145, Jack pulled his cock out of her slippery cunt, flipped her around and pinned her down, and drove mercilessly into her again as he had way back on page 138, letting her have it with both barrels. Finally, on page 147, Jack's Herculean endurance gave out, and he ground his teeth and grunted in a manly way as he spewed his hot cum into Darlene's pussy. The entire ordeal took a total of 13 steamy pages, during which Jack brought Darlene to an astounding 6 orgasms. I, however, had had none, save the one earlier on the plane, and by the end of the sex scene in the book, I found myself obliviously thrusting my hips into the bed, with a section of the cover blanket wadded up into a lump under my pussy. The book fell from my hands, which flailed for a second before grabbing fistfuls of blanket, nearly ripping it from the bed. I ground my cunt against the knob, pressing my clitoris into it, rocking back and forth over the little mound of bedding, until I felt my orgasm well up from my pelvis and just start to sneak outwards. The pleasure was excruciating! Another second, just one more second, and it would explode all through me...! But just then I stopped, stock still, and hovered over the brink, my entire body shaking, sweat popping out in beads on my forehead. The intense ecstasy receded reluctantly, almost as if it were looking back at me, shaking its head, knowing that it could have been the best one ever if only I had held on a moment longer. The breath shuddered out of me, and I collapsed in a heap. My hands gradually unclenched the blanket. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. I loved doing that. One of the tricks I had learned over the last three months was to bring myself, literally, to the very brink of orgasm, and then utterly stop. Getting there, and being there, was almost as fun as the release itself, but it always left me writhing for more. Sometimes, pleasuring myself, I would stop myself three or four times, then let it wash over me in a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. |