Afterparty - Sex Stories

Afterparty

... in a frothy mix.

"You think so? It's been three months, I don't know that you even remember what coming feels like," he speculated, and she whined.

Her whole body was trembling with exertion, damp with sweat, her back arched prettily like she was still presenting herself for his cock. He shoved three fingers into her, and she cried out loudly, slapping one of her hands on the table. He thrust them in and out roughly a couple of times, then drew them out again, leaving her gasping and writhing, holding onto the table like she couldn't stay on her feet.

"Why do you want to come so bad, anyway?" he asked.

"I need it," Jessica groaned. "Please, Lane, I need it so fucking bad, I'm so close! This is the closest I've ever gotten without my clit, please, please, please! I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"

"I like the sound of that begging," he said, rubbing a hand over her ass. "Are you right on the edge? Can you feel that orgasm trying to get out, babe?" Jessica nodded urgently. "Maybe I'll put you to bed like this. You can dream about it, huh? Dream about how it would feel if I could be bothered to make you come?"

"Ohh-hh," Jessica groaned, a shudder working its way up from her pelvis and through the rest of her body. "Lane..."

"Yeah, just like that. I could listen to you moan all night," he said. "Or...I could see what it looks like for you to have your first pure vaginal orgasm after three months of denial. I guess I'm a little curious."

"Please, please," ...

... she gasped desperately. He palmed her cunt again, rubbing against it roughly, and her whole body curled up. "Oh, God, I'm so close, I'm so close, Lane--AHH!" she cried out as, without warning, he started slapping her on her cunt again, hard and fast. "Oh, FUCK! YES, YES, YES--YES--" her shouts tapered off into open-mouthed, choked noises as her body tightened up hard and she lifted one foot off the ground, squirming like she had to pee.

Then, all at once, the pressure released and Jessica screamed, just a wordless shriek as her cunt convulsed against his hand and she squirted a spray of liquid onto him. Her body shook so hard that the table rattled against the floor.

He kept pounding at her pussy as her orgasm went on, slamming that hard, deep pressure into her over and over, and it was over a minute before she finally went limp and quiet aside from the harsh sound of her heavy breathing.

"What do you say?" Lane prompted after a second.

Jessica made an incoherent mumbling sound, and he laughed.

"Ohh, fuck, babe," she managed finally, shivering with an aftershock. "Thank you. That was so fucking good."

"You're welcome." He rubbed her pussy again, feeling the way it flexed laxly against him now, still sensitive but not urgent. "Maybe next time I'll do that before I fuck you. Bet it'd be a whole different experience."

She groaned, and he laughed again, then pulled the blindfold off and leaned down to kiss her. Jessica kissed back eagerly, if a bit sloppily. ...