I reached down to crunch the hem of her skirt in my hand. “You’ve kept them inside you the whole six hours?”
She smiled like a cat. “The entire fucking time.”
Now I rubbed the glans of my cock against her belly. Arrows of pleasure shot through straight to my ball sac, tightening it up, bringing it closer to my body. I had to bend at the knees to travel my greedy hand up her inner thigh. I could feel the moisture halfway up, little trickles of pussy juice. Those Ben Wa balls never failed to do their job.
“You like holding them inside your cunt?”
“Mm. I like how they make me think of you. You and your big, plump, long prick. How our bodies fit perfectly together. How good you fuck.” Pippa punctuated this by squeezing my ass.
I slipped my middle finger back and forth against her clit. She hissed and jumped like hot drops of water in a pan. I could tell by how extended and swollen her button was that she’d already been primed. And, knowing how hot I was, we could be back outside in time for the celebratory punch bowl.
“You think I fuck good?” I wanted praise as I unsheathed my cock, rubbing the head against her clit as my fingers slid inside of her to retrieve the balls. One by one they dropped into my palm like satiny eggs, and I stuffed them in my pocket.
She had one boot up against the back of my leg, telling me she was wide open for me. “The best,” she murmured. Her eyes were heavily lidded, her features perfectly tranquil, and why not? Everything was going her way, for once. “It’s like my body isn’t fighting you. We’re perfectly yin and yang. When your cock’s inside me I’m full—ah!”
She gasped and gulped when I slid my dick inside of her. My fingers were now free to diddle little patterns against her extended clit. She was getting it from both points as I fucked her slowly, indecently. I spoke against her mouth. “I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to feel this tight little pussy clamping down on my prick and milking me. I want to feel your pussy gush juice all over my hand—”
“Agh! Fox! Fuck me hard!”
My aim was to please. Nothing but the best for the woman I loved.
PIPPA
It was like my spirit had been drawn out of me when he slid his big cock inside me.
Fox was a succubus, skilled in the art of manipulating my body. With his long prick nestled up against my womb, I was a mindless toy. My eyes rolled into their sockets, I sucked in giant lungfuls of air. This was my entire world. Fox, his penis pinning me to the door and flexing inside of me, and his skillful fingers twiddling all sorts of piano concertos against my clit.
“I love you.” It just came out of me without conscious thought. It still felt like a foreign novelty to say it, but it always filled me with joy. “I love you, darling. Now do me.”
He laughed low and obscenely against my ear. “You want it? You want my big dick?”
I had enough presence of mind to clutch at his dick with my inner muscles. Now that made him gasp. I laughed. Now he was my property, fully and completely. No man could resist having his prick clenched by strong Kegels, exercised daily to perfection. “I said do me.”
“If you insist.”
He banged me in earnest now, sliding his cock in and out of me with big swivels of his hips. He had this uncanny ability to never miss a beat with his fingers as he stroked me to ecstasy and kept up a solid, mind-boggling rhythm with his hips. He should have been a musician.
My monologue by now went something like this. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Do it! Ah!” That was how heavily he’d fucked the sense right out of me.
But when I came, it was almost unexpected. It was the most sudden, most uproarious orgasm of my life. My fingernails scraped the paint on the door, I held my breath, and I let the most powerful spasms I’d ever experienced take control of my midsection.
I thought Fox was coming, too. He had this way of throwing his head back and holding his breath too. I could feel his penis twitching inside of me, jumping with each powerful spurt of jizz. His hips jerked with his pleasure, and he held his cock tightly inside me.
Yet he managed to keep up stroking my clit. Slower now, I got to that jumping and twitching phase as I gulped air, putting one wobbly boot on the floor, testing it experimentally. My inner pussy still clutched at his cock. I had to giggle that every time I did that, and he would gasp and jump.
Finally we both started breathing again. Fox let me down, but he was still seated deep inside me. Looking in my eyes purposefully, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on each finger in turn, making big lip-smacking sounds.