Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... orgasm flooded my senses, washing away all else. I don’t know how long we held that pose – fifteen seconds, maybe less… or more – but as the muscles powering my ejaculation slowly tapered off and ceased spasming and pumping, I gradually became aware of how much the rest of my body was straining – and that Alli was still staring up into my eyes, her own orgasm slowly diminishing. She slid her hands from around my neck and held my face. “Good one?” “God almighty!” It was about all I could gasp out. She bucked her hips slightly, working her tight sleeve over my pulsing and sensitive cock. “God, babe! Stop!” “No.” She did it again, and I gasped. The sensation, in that immediate post-orgasmic phase, is somewhere in that gray area between pleasure and pain, something that can perhaps best be described as an exquisite torture; you don’t truly want it to stop, but you don’t know if you can stand to feel it again. As it turns out I was not to be given a choice in the matter, as she continued to wiggle and move and to clamp herself down on me; on the other hand, I could have pulled out of her and ended it. Needless to say, I didn’t. I simply gasped and groaned and let her have her fun…and, like I said, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant for me either, so I gritted my teeth and enjoyed! Eventually I had to let her lower her legs down, though; we couldn’t keep them over my shoulders with me inside of her all night! When I did, my semi-flaccid cock slid out of her in a small gush of semen ...

... which trickled down the crack of her ass and onto the sheet. She moaned and rolled onto her side as I collapsed behind her, the rest of my body suddenly as limp and spent as my cock. I reached out and tuned off the light on my night stand, leaving only the pale light coming through the windows and the faint glow from our clock radios. I pulled her to me, our bodies wrapped together in a tight, sweaty, sticky “S”, spooned against each other. Neither of us spoke for a long time, simply enjoying the aftermath and trying to catch our breath and allow our hearts to return to a normal rhythm. Eventually, Alli whispered, “That was really good.” I laughed softly against the back of her neck. “Understatement. It was…incredible, if I have to use just one word; if I get two, I’d say fucking incredible.” She snuggled more tightly into my chest and stomach. “Mmmm! It really was. Three more for me, by the way.” “Three? I only remember two.” “Nope, one right when you first entered me – little one, but it counts.” “Huh! I’m even better than I knew! Guess I ought to concede.” She laughed. “No doubt! You’re way behind, no way you can win.” It wasn’t exactly what you’d call a stinging or humiliating defeat; on the contrary, it was the kind of contest I didn’t mind losing at all! “Are we done for the night?” “Don’t know about ‘we’, but I’m not! I’ll try to be quiet and not wake you…” I laughed. “Horny little thing, ain’cha? No, by all means, wake me – we’ll test the limits of modern medicine ...