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Sex Under Girl's Control
Lying on the ground she told him, "Come here and play with my boobs... but make sure you stay hard."
She helped him stay hard by using her hand on his dick as he began to caress and lick at her breasts, pinching and nibbling on her hard nipples. The difference between his hands on her breasts and when she played with herself was amazing... it just felt very good to feel him caressing her soft flesh. And his wet mouth on her nipples, sucking and nibbling, was sending little darts of pleasure straight to her pussy. It wasn't something she could ignore for very long... especially since even with two cupcakes she, of course, had a limited amount of time.
"Get in a 69 position," she gasped, her hands sliding down his naked body, "Eat me out..."
His dick dangled above her like a hanging icicle and she pulled his hips down slightly so that it was partially in her mouth. Enough so that it pleasured him but without making her gag; as his tongue parted her wet lower lips she moaned around his dick, causing pleasant reverberations. It was even better than she had imagined it would be, soft wet lickings that caressed and teased her, especially when his tongue ventured near her clit. He sucked on her pussy, licking, pressing his tongue into her hole, biting gently on the lips and her clit. Martha writhed underneath him, ecstatic with pleasure and triumph as he ate her out.
When her orgasm was impending, she knew that it was time for the finale. Pushing his dick out of her mouth she told him, "Turn around... and make love to me."
There was a note of pleading in her voice that she cursed, even though she knew that he would never remember. She hated remembering that this wasn't exactly voluntary on his part... but how would she ever get him when it was voluntary.
The tender look on his face as he turned almost made her want to weep with pleasure, and he began to press into her pussy; it hurt but in a good way. Like when you take off a shirt that's been too tight, or a band-aid that's been on for too long. Martha gasped and arched beneath him, her hands reaching up to hold his face so that she could look at him above her; his face was distorted with pleasure, but that tender expression was still there.
She pulled him down for a kiss as he began to thrust in and out of her, pulling her lips away long enough to whisper, "Don't cum until I do." And then she began kissing him again. His tongue was in her mouth as he danced in her body, they moved together in passionate expectation. Every nerve of her body felt incredibly alive and eager, her moans muffled by his lips. Slowly he got faster, his thrusts rougher, she opened her legs even more and put them around his waist, accepting the invasion of her body. Rejoicing in it.
All too soon her body tensed up, and although she fought it, she was cumming... a spectacular wonderful orgasm that floated her up and away as he tensed above her. She could actually feel his dick pulsing inside her pussy, see the pleasure on his face as he groaned and bucked above her, her own voice joining his as they cried out in mutual ecstacy.
He lay on top of her as they panted for breath, and she could feel him shrinking inside her body. Sighing reluctantly, she knew that their time was almost up anyway.
"Go to the bathroom and clean up and get dressed," she told him, "Then come back here and get to work... you'll only remember this as a dream."
posted by Hellen Orlovsky at
Friday, March 24, 2006
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