Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... whole body was shaking from the intensity of the climax. She continued stretching her nipples, twisting them, feeling the energy sink down to collide with the sensations of Ben's thickness rampaging upward from deep in her ass. She felt completely open and liquid. Ben's cock slithered in and out, collecting her natural lubricant with each retreat. Sometimes he drew out completely, leaving a shocking void, only to plunge back in, her ass still stretched and utterly receptive, filling her aching emptiness with ecstatic friction and blood warmth.

Claire was moaning in constant release. The orgasm simply wouldn't end. It had lost the pressure of its initial intensity but rather than subside, the carnal energy continued pulsing from deep in her core, out her extremities in solid waves of unquenchable pleasure. Her eyes were rolling up into her eyelids. As each of Ben's punishing thrusts bottomed out, he rocked her entire body. Drool flew from her mouth, which hung open, slack jawed and moaning.

"Oh God, hit me, hit me." Claire hands released her nipples and lay passively to each side of her head. "Hit my fucking tits!" she gurgled still engulfed in the unrelenting orgasm.

Returning Ben's favor, Jeremy, who'd been watching from his position at the top of the bed, bent forward and began landing solid blows across Claire's tits with a leather slapper paddle. With each blow, Claire jerked slightly but evinced no sign of distress. She took in the pain as just another ...

... sensation fueling the wealth of energy already pouring from her soul. Now it was Ben able to revel in the sadism of fucking a slut being beaten without any effort required on his part. He saw that Claire was floating solidly in sub space, buffered from pain by powerful brain juice; floating on an extended orgasm the likes of which he's only witnessed once before. The sub who'd gone through this had described it like being connected to a pleasure socket; the feeling not seated in the clit, or the g-spot, or any one place. Just a constant rolling bliss filling every nook and cranny of her body and soul that simply would not end just so long as he'd kept fucking her; kept juicing the erotic socket feeding her.

And so, Ben kept plunging into Claire's ass with deep powerful thrusts, visualizing his essence feeding her through his cock, powering her non-stop moaning release. Claire was conscious but mindless, gurgling now, an animal given over wholly to sensation and lust. Her legs were still tied open, her ass and cunt tilted up by the pillow, slack and vulnerable, both holes pure receptacles for male need. Claire's cunt released a constant stream of clear viscous fluid that lubricated Ben's cock with every stroke. Her ass was stretched and loose, accommodating his girth completely. On every stroke Ben withdrew completely. Her ass didn't close; had been stretched to complete receptivity. He kept ramming his rigid meat back in, his nuts slapping against her tail bone. And Jeremy ...