a copious torrent

laying on my back
as you kneel above me
crotch straddling my face,
cunt hovering ever so close,
i watch as you repeatedly plunge
the three middle fingers of your left hand
deeply in and out of your sopping hole while
the three middle fingers of your right hand
frantically stroke your engorged clit,
all of it slick and shiny with your juices;

beyond your hands I gaze up across
the curve of your luscious belly
and swollen, stiff-nippled breasts,
watching his strong, sure hands,
fingers tangled through your hair
holding your head in his firm grip,
slowly, gently, forcefully stroke your mouth
up and down the impressive length
of his hard, thick, glistening shaft;

as he reaches your limit on the instroke,
i notice your throat bulging as you gag
upon his turgid cockhead's insistence,
your nostrils flare with your breath
yet you do not try to pull your head away,
surrendering as he holds you,
lips pressed tight to his pubis,
reflexively convulsing on his flesh,
moaning deeply as your body shudders;

finally he guides you back from his belly
your tongue sliding out past lower lip,
clinging greedily to the underside as
tears of ecstasy roll down your cheeks,
thin, clear bubbles of snot rise and fall
from your nostrils with your rapid breath
while your lips remain tightly pursed,
suckling ravenously at his knob,
then releasing with a sharp gasp
followed by a hungry groan,
your flailing tongue dances
all around the straining tip
in fluid swirls of delight;

heavy ropes of viscous saliva
cascade down from the opening,
coating his cock to drip down his balls,
streaming in rivulets over your front,
across the backs of your busy hands,
to land in deliciously pattering drops
all over my fascinated face and
into my own open and eager mouth;

i witness this scene unfolding,
repeating relentlessly, invariably,
your urgency growing audibly,
until at last, his passion peaking,
he utters the order: 'open, hold still'
and just resting the pulsing tip
touching upon the pointed tip
of your flattened, quivering tongue,
his throbbing manhood twitches;

ejecting spurts of salty-sweet cream
in long, heavy bursts over your tongue,
spraying the back of your throat,
the flood of rich, thick, liquid love
pooling behind your teeth before
pouring over the edge of your lower lip
when your head drops, your body tensing,
wracked by spasms of your own orgasm,
a copious torrent of his musky cum
mingled with finishing flow of your spit
dropping the dizzying distance
to splash into the utter satisfaction
of my waiting, grateful face.