Pdxmwm
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Apr 14, 2002
- Posts
- 203
Why would a man want a slut? You know she’s been with someone else, 2, even 3 or more have been there this evening. Does it matter? No, not at all; you’ll come cum stronger and hotter. Buckets of cum will wash inside her, purging her clean, except for you. You’ll pull out, cum again, squirting on her tummy, across her clit, and down her legs. You nestle your head between her legs, sucking her clit into your mouth, tasting the mixture of her and you. As your tongue plays back and forth, you reach between her legs, first one finger, then two, no, tonight it will be your whole hand. Damn, she’s wet. There’s some resistance as my hand spreads her wider; I pause, but then she pushes back. My hand enters, and she tightens around my wrist. I feel her spasms as she starts to come; each time she relaxes, I push my hand deeper, and deeper. It’s there now for her to squeeze against, and she gyrates wildly. There is no love here, no true passion, just animalistic sex. She climaxes like you’ve never felt before; with a guttural roar she expels your hand and then straddles you. As she settles you feel your cock strike the back of her cavity. Your reaction is to push harder and deeper, and soon your thrusts and moans are synchronized. Again and again you probe that wonderful spot; the sensation grows, and the muscles in your loins tighten. Faster and faster she rides you, squeezing, milking your cock till you can’t contain yourself. Spasms roll through your body and you feel the warmth of your cum flood her. Each contraction injects more and more, till the warm sticky fluid runs down your cock and across your thighs. Your whole body aches, your balls are screaming, the muscles in your shoulders and jaws, knotted beyond belief, and yet she continues to ride. You had started to soften, but her movements cause you to swell, again filling her fully. You can’t come again, no, it isn’t possible, but it’s happening. Every muscle in your body says “No”, but yet you respond, your rhythm again matches hers, and you feel her tighten around you. Her cries are louder now, staccato moans synchronized with each thrust. One final spasm claims you both, pulling you together, tighter and stronger then you’ve ever known. Bright lights swirl, red, green, blue, flashes of white, all mixing with the roar in your head. Then after a seeming eternity all gives way to the nothingness of total exhaustion.
But I don't have a cock.
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