Flight Delay · Part 2 (2/2)
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ped helmet stretch tight as she pulled downward. The slit opened and her tongue probed and licked the precum clean. Her fingers milked him, filling the slit again, and cleaning it out. Finally, with gulps and moans, she worked her mouth up and down his shaft while her tongue spread the sweet balm of his precum and her saliva over the tight skin of his head.
He thought that he wouldn't be so sensitive, having taken the edge off his excitement in their initial fuckings, but the urgency between his legs built for another release, and cramped the muscles around his anus to forestall a premature explosion. She appeared to love pleasuring a man in this way, tantalizing each erogenous spot of his electric maleness.
Katherine made use of all her oral assets: lips, tongue, teeth, ridged roof, and soft pallet; even tickling his head with her uvula. Her lips and mouth moved elegantly up and down his shaft, laving it with her copious saliva, while making satisfied, yet muffled sighs, breathing loudly through her flaring nostrils, while, at the same time, fondling his balls, and even giving them a devilish squeeze. Her head moved wildly up and down, her hair getting in the way, wrapping itself around his wet shaft. Moving faster and faster she pushed it back again with her hand. She was in control of this phase of their love making. Her hand moved off his balls, and her finger pressed in as it found the soft spot toward his anus.
Terry experienced the deepest orgasm he had ever achieved, yet didn't spurt his semen. The dam held, and every nerve in his body shuddered in ecstasy. He couldn't believe the spasms that started in his balls, moved to his asshole, contracted his toes, and caused him to gulp in air and release a, "holy shit! Oh baby, baby!" His usual high when he ejaculated was not the same. This time he stayed high, not experiencing lassitude, which would use up precious minutes. The sensation in the head of his cock increased, instead of diminishing, and his eyes widened like saucers as Katherine's mouth continued to devour him, her own excitement being expressed in high pitched, but muffled screams. God, she really loves this, he thought.
She released the pressure on his spot, knowing that he would stay hard now, but allowed her to taste a modicum of his sperm that had oozed the length of his shaft. She raised her head and smiled at him, licking his white essence, appearing like a model in a milk ad. The look in her eyes told him that she was not yet finished with him, and she positioned herself between his legs, coaxing him to raise them. She lifted his balls out of the way, spread his cheeks and coated the balm of his manhood over his wrinkled anus, her tongue tip circling, which caused him to shout, "sssss, ooooh, Jesus!"
Having satisfying her oral fetish for the time being she thought, I want that throbbing cock inside me again, and lowered his legs to the bed, his veined cock standing upright. Straddling him she walked on her knees to his erection, taking it in her hand, then raised to position herself above it. Lowering slightly, she wiggled his cock along her slippery groove, found the entrance to her love tunnel, and wiggled again forming the socket, and then let her self sink slowly down, impaled on his rigid manhood. As she went down her spongy walls felt his bulk filling her, exciting the nerves of her tingling cunt. Her lids closed and her eyeballs rolled up as her lips formed a small oval, which whistled "oooooooh."
Terry gasped, "Oh fuck!" as he felt his cock being covered and embraced inside her. He bucked up to meet her, watching her eyes close and her lips whisper ecstatic pleasure. Their bodies slapped together and then settled on the bed. He hooked his legs over her calves and opened his arms as she laid her body on his, her breasts flattening on his chest. Their eyes met and lips smiled.
"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of this Katy?" he said. She smiled and nodded, as if she knew. "I've looked at your picture" he said, "read and reread our chat's, both those where we made love, and not."
She kissed both of his eyelids.
"I've thought of you so many times, while stroking my hard cock, imagining my hand was you…" he said.
She kissed his lips, pushed up on her knees, her tight and luscious pocket gliding up his engorged shaft, until her vaginal sphincter held the knob of his head and then dropped. "Aaaah," he moaned, and continued through clenched teeth, "I've spurted my cum, covering my hand, imagining my cum shooting inside you so many times…" Again Katherine recoiled, dropped hard, impaling herself on him "Aaaah… Oh baby to feel you on me like this, to know that I'm inside you… Jesus!"
"Ooooooooh" she said all the way down until her bottom slapped on Terry's legs, just barely feeling his balls rising in the cleft of her cheeks; her breast's sagging down with gravity and then rising up and settling at their usual level.
"You have very sexy breasts," he said, holding up his hands, fondling them as she continued her slow bucking ride.
She continued moving up and down, "ssssing" with each retraction and "oooohing" with each penetration, loving the feel of his hands pressing on her breasts, circling them and increasing her excitement as she rode the delicious carousel. She felt his fingers testing the softness of her breasts, her mind full of his cock moving in and out of her like a piston, turning the engine of her libido. She hadn't realized that he had begun rolling her nipples like a radio dial, searching for the right program. With eyes closed she felt his fullness massaging her vaginal tunnel, almost touching her cervix each time she returned to the saddle.
He couldn't believe how long he stayed hard, realizing it was Katherine's expertise that was shutting off his valve when she was sucking his cock, and was responsible for this long and lovely copulation. With his eyes closed he felt her soft, slickness embrace and stroke him. It was as if, when she covered him with her allness, his balls surged, his tongue, toes and finger tips were totally enervated. Looking up he couldn't stop his words, "I love you Katherine," and his fingers began squeezing her nipples, knowing it would hurt, but, at the same time, knowing that it would fill her with ecstasy. He squeezed harder still.
Katherine felt the fire of pain in her nipples. She breathed deeply as Terry's fingers squeezed hard, raising on her knees, the head of his cock almost popping out of her pussy. The pain in her nipples intensified. Then she felt a numbness, which excited her. She sat down hard, closed her eyes and threw her head back, her nostrils flaring with her torrid breath. Raising up again she felt the head of his cock brushing her g-spot, and moved her hips back a little, working his distended glans against her bulging sac. As his hardness rubbed against the front of her Yoni she worked his head against her g-spot, feeling it become more sensitive and swollen. Her orgasm was building.
She wanted him to cum with her, so she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his lingam and, as she moved up and down in sharp jabs, she masturbated his exposed shaft, commanding, "Cum for me baby, Cum. Let's do it together."
She felt the rumbling begin deep inside her, knowing that she was going to squirt from her g-spot, and sat down hard, burying him deep inside her. His legs and butt tightened and he raised up trying to fuck her, grunting. In full slide, moving up and down, gritting her teeth, making "sss, sss, sss" sounds she anticipated her release, felt it coming, and fucked with wild abandon. "Oh God, Terry!" she screamed as her tantric spunge released and she gushed.
At Katherine's invitation he came with intense pulsations: once, twice, three times. And then his balls, spasing one more time, leaked the last remains of his reservoir into her sloppy cunt. She kept fucking him up and down now running on the remains of her passion.
Both felt the surge of each other's ejaculations; He the initial warmth of her essence, just before his seminal surges; She the release of her sac, and then the pulsation of his cock. The separate juices flowed and then mixed, her urine-like ejaculate mixing and thinning his thicker semen. The result was silky. Their repeated strokes forced liquid through her tight ring, sending a futching, bubbly flow down his shaft, seeping into his pubic hair and sagging down his scrotum.
Exhausted, she fell upon his body, at first kissing passionately, then drifting off into darkness. He luxuriated in the warm, soft weight of her body, smelling the copious musk, now leaking past his receding cock, her sopping soft walls lovingly embracing his limpness. As he drifted to join Katherine in satisfied slumber, he remembered her breathing slowing, becoming weightless, nonexistent, but for her satisfied sighs.
Flight Delay 3
He heard her screaming his name, "Terry! Yes, yes!" then awoke with a start, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the beautiful flight attendant, with the dark hair and dimpled cheek, who was shaking him.
"We'll be landing at LAX in just fifteen minutes sir."
His dream was so real. it seemed that their loving would go on forever, and he hoped that he'd not been talking in his sleep. The aching hardness between his legs seemed to have a memory of its own. His skin was stretched tight, and there was a burning sensation, both inside his urethra and at the underside of his purplish helmet. He shook his head, lifted his tray table and brought his seat back to its upright position.
"Nice dream, huh?" she said, stole a lightning glance at his crotch, winked, and moved down the aisle.
As the plane began its descent his mind went back to the motel in Denver, and he remembered waking from his orgasm induced slumber. He was lying on his stomach, his balls beginning to ache with more activity than they'd known since his honeymoon. He seemed pinned to the bed, and could feel her legs straddling his back, the warm wetness of her soaking pussy vibrating in a small circle just above his butt. He could feel her hand moving, touching his back. He heard her labored breathing, and he began to move.
"Stay still Terry", she said, as if talking through clenched teeth. "I'm almost there", she gasped urgently, stifling muffled uh, uh, uhs, her hips shaking him from side to side. He felt her hand stop, realizing she had two fingers inside her, pressing against her swollen g-spot. He knew what she was doing, having discussed this fantasy of his on line so many times.
"Ohhhh Godddd Terry" she exploded. Her body froze, then quivered and raised.
He couldn't remember whether he heard the muted sound of the rushing liquid first, or the feel of his back being sprayed with warm water, but knew that she had ejaculated on his back, gushing a flow which existed in but few women. Her soft ass settled on the small of his back and she began moving the liquid up and down. He could feel her flaccid, wet labia, on the back of his neck, on his left shoulder, then his right, spreading the exotic mixture of her female lubrication and the delicate urine-like aroma from her tantric sponge.
"I want to smell like you", He had told her that night, three months before, "I want you to wash my entire body with your pussy."
"Is this as good as you thought it would be?" She asked as she turned him over, lowered her pinkness to his forehead, then, cadging backward, washed down his nose, across his lips, chin, neck and chest. He could hear the soft sibilant noise of her delicate lips as they slathered their sensuous surfactant. As if floating in an ethereal amniotic sac he lay there, feeling a soft buzzing in his ears, with the sensation of tiny Lilliputian fingers tickling his body. It was more than titillation, it was a complete massage, the kind that few mortals would ever experience. She continued downward, sliding over his right thigh, the wetness making a squishy abrading sound on his plentiful leg hair.
When she got to the arch of his foot she raised slightly, held his big toe and lowered herself on it, his toe feeling the warm sponge. Then she repeated on the left leg, fucked his toe with three slow plunges, and then moved backward on her elbows and knees.
He could see the redly chafed clam between her legs, seeping with the wetness of her passion. Still on her knees she straightened her back, then walked awkwardly backward, bent at the waist. Her hands took his partially swollen cock, and she began sucking the softish head between her lips. He hardened further, and she sucked him in an exquisite motion. At the same time she bent her legs spreading her cheeks and ass. He saw her lips part, hearing the liquid click, stretching a gossimer string between them and breaking it.
Her pussy and anus were works of erotic art: reddened large lips with pink ginger-like petals in between, spreading to show the fuck opened hole, glistening pink insides showing it's marvelous contents. Her wondrous gash was topped by the pinkish brown moue of her asshole, spoked by with delicate wrinkles. And, it seemed to be pulsing, bulging out, and gently sucking back in. The other end of the sensual slit was decorated with her fleshy node, covered partially by a soft protective sheath, her glistening pink head peaking out. He watched her soft bottom lower to his forehead, until the redolent clam pressed against his lips, and the spoked anus touching the tip of his nose.
Together they licked and sucked, wiggled and bucked, until her bottom vibrated, and she tensed, as his body went ridged, and his semen flowed from aching balls into her covering mouth. Her body fell limp on his.
It was as if they were one organism. Their breathing matched, as did their heartbeats. They were melted together, she laying on top of him, weightless, almost buoyant. He could only see her legs, the contour of her ass, her reddened, puffy lips with the tiny bit of clitoris peeking out. He wanted to spoon with her, to caress her, to fondle her soft breasts and did.
As they lay together neither drifted off. they were alone in their thoughts but together in the rest of their allness. They were afraid to talk, knowing that talk might be futile. This liaison was never supposed to have taken place, but karma demanded it. And as they lay in silence, both dwelled on the karma that might allow it to happen again.
She dropped him off at the airport, with a smile on her lips, and tears in her eyes. He got out of the car and started to talk. "Shhh", she said placing her index finger on her lips. With a lump in his throat he waited for her to say something. Her eyes welled as she whispered, "I know", and the car started moving forward. He nodded and closed the door.
He opened the door to his house and heard, "Hi honey, did you get any new business?"
"Nothing immediate", he said, "this is going to require a couple more trips I think."
She walked to him with a smile, and hugged him tightly. "Welcome home sweetie." Placing her head on his chest she paused.
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