Postscript to Sunday's Rushing Mess

My need for cock didn't abate with the rushing, gushing orgasm brought on by the Njoy and the Fairy. That held me at bay for a while, but all it really did was stoke the fire.

"Can I pay you back for the pleasure your cock gives me?"

"How exactly are you going to pay me back? By taking more of it? It's like offering to pay back $5 by taking $5 from me."

"No it's not! You get something out of this, too."

He snickered, letting me know he was just fucking around. I think I throw myself at him too much sometimes.

"I want to show you the filthy spot I left on the sheets when I masturbated earlier."


He just groaned in response. I went upstairs, pulled off my top and shorts and knelt on the bed to wait for him. As soon as he lay down I was on him, kissing, licking, inhaling his scent. I took his still soft cock in my mouth as he told me about the first time he remembered waking up in bed with a woman. I didn't care that he wasn't talking about me; I loved hearing him talk about something that made him so happy. And I knew that the only reason he was even thinking about it was because of this morning and how enmeshed we were, lost in each other and oblivious.

Once he was hard I slid up to straddle him.

"Are you wet and ready enough?" he asked. I spread my pussy open for his inspection. "Unh, you're so beautiful," he said. And with that I slid onto him.

I wasn't just wet, but deeply, intensely aroused and swollen. And what happened next is something that happens occasionally, but rarely enough that it feels special each time it does. Quickly I felt the first orgasm rise, and then D put his fingers to my clit, keeping it going.

I was on top of him, riding his cock, lost in the powerful spasms. He rubbed his fingers around my lips where we joined. So wet. As my clit rubbed the base of his cock, he pinched my nipples. Writhing, bucking, gushing. With his fingers probing my ass but never sliding inside, I reached that rare place where multiple orgasms rolled and crashed into each other non-stop.

D flipped me over  for a hard missionary fuck. Tightly kegeling around him, the ridge of his cock grazed my  g-spot over and over again. The last orgasm was long, hard and tight.

We rested, limbs entwined. He wasn't finished with me. Quickly, gently sucking my clit. It was so sensitive, I hardly needed anything. I warned him he might get wet. I came and felt the pressure building. The second orgasm was a juicy mess, everywhere, all over his face. Entwined again, I kissed and sucked my salty come from his face.

Three more orgasms followed before we were done.