I furrowed her firmly, my hands clasped around her petite waist, while her breasts rose and fell with the force of her orgasm. I was surprised that I didn’t cum then as well; certainly it had been long enough that I could have been forgiven. But though I was hard, harder than ever, I did not cum, nor did I feel it approaching. I upped my pace, proceding faster but just as gently, timing my strokes to coincide with her spasms. I could feel the wetness spreading over her stomach and thighs, coating my cock and making every thrust easier than the last.
Finally she panted to a standstill, no longer wailing but just moaning with pleasure with every new penetration. Her eyes finally opened and she looked up at my face, and the look of gratitude would have been enough to make any man cum, no matter how strong. But still I did not. I continued to enter and retreat, giving her time to recover. Then, wordlessly, she seemed to know what was wrong and we rolled until she was straddling my hips, my shaft still firmly embedded in her. I could see myself jutting up into her pink passage, my pubic hair tickling her engorged cltoris. Her hair, knotted and salty, still flowed over one shoulder and down past her breasts, which swayed slightly as she began to rock, squirming her rear up and down on my chest, smearing her fluid up to my belly button. She arched her back and upped her tempo, and it was my turn to be ridden.
But still I did not cum. She pivoted, an action which alone could bring me to orgasm on any other night, and now I could see my cock pressing up into her backside, which rose and fell , accepting me and then rejecting me. She was panting again, and I could tell by her frantic movements that she would climax again soon, and she was desperate for me to do the same.
Suddenly, an idea sprang full-formed from the recesses of my mind. If I had been thinking, I might have wondered at it, but as it was, I knew it would work. Somehow, I knew that what was lacking was taking her from the rear, like an animal. I didn’t realize why this might be, nor did I question it; I simply grabbed her hips and pulled us both into position. She cried out, laughing, then settling down to her hands and knees, her buttocks spreading slightly as I began to thrust into her cunt hard and fast now. Her back below me arched, and she moaned and wailed from the force of my assault, but her rump was prefect against me and I held her down and fucked harder, my cock pressing down her body, making her scream. She was cumming again, a fierce wild orgasm, snorting and wailing and writhing beneath me, and then I noticed I was cumming too, finally. I pressed deep and shot my seed past her cervix directly into her womb, pulsing and grinding as if I wanted to drive my entire body into her cunt.
How long I was under the spell of orgasm I can’t say, but when I finally came back to myself, she was lying still beneath me, her breathing slow and steady. Our joined liquids where leaking from the space around my member, which, while flaccid, was still buried in her cuntal walls. Our sweat mingled on her back and buttocks. As I drifted to sleep, still inside her like I was trapped there, I could hear, in the distance, the bleating of sheep.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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