The Right Programming Language - Sex Stories

The Right Programming Language

... fill the bedroom, intermingling with our moans in an obscene symphony.

“Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes,“ I chant. His hand grips my wrists even tighter. I know there will be bruises there later, but the thought only turns me on more.

Then he releases them and my arms feel weightless. They float of their own accord to his face, caressing his hair, then his cheeks. He turns his head to kiss my palm, and I shudder, my mind swirling with pleasure and unsettled emotions.

That small shake sends a zing to my core, and I whimper. Then I do it again, this time on purpose. The same fluttering happens deep in my body. I know it must be stimulation from his cock, somewhere in the recesses of my vagina. But it feels so far up my body I swear it hits my lungs. Most of all, I feel it, impossibly, in my clit.

My pussy is utterly soaked, and I can read the signs. I need to come. I am fucking desperate for it. So I reach between us, slotting my fingers between our bellies.

He immediately shifts back so he is sitting on his knees, my ass in his lap, his cock still buried inside. This lifts my hips and aims his dick in a different, delectable angle. I no longer need to arch for his cock to hit my g-spot; he finds it unerringly every time.

I also now have enough room to drape my hand over my mound and slide a single finger down to my clit. I'm almost shocked by how slippery it is. Almost, but not quite. I try a small swipe and groan.

“Yes, baby,“ he encourages. “Touch ...

... yourself. Let me watch as you finger your little clit. Let me see how pretty you are when come on my fucking cock.”

I tighten around him, and stroke faster. I try to tell him that I haven't come without a vibrator in years, that it won't be enough, but I shut my mouth as I realize, impossibly, that Iamgoing to come. I can feel how I'm practically there already. The fluttering near my cervix, the flicking of my finger through the strings of thick fluid gathered on and around my clit, his gaze on me, and–oh god–his large hand moving to grab my breast and then tweak my nipple; everything combines in a haze of pleasure.

Suddenly, he leans down and presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.

And I shatter. His tongue through my lips breaks through the dam, and my body, which was stretched so incredibly taught, releases in a baffling influx of contractions in my pussy, my ass, my legs, and my back. I jackknife, practically knocking him over, my unearthly screams melting into his open mouth. My pussy clenches and releases, over and over. And fuck him, but he doesn't stop pounding into me. Each thrust triggers another contraction, and the waves are never ending.

Then, before I've even finished coming, I hear Mark moan into my mouth, and then I feel more contractions. It takes the coolness of a rush of liquid leaking from my pussy for me to realize the contractions are not just mine, but his too. Incredibly, the pulses in my body rebound, clenching while his cock is fully ...