Interlude 12-77

As she moves on top of him, she leans back a bit, causing his head to touch her G spot. Sparks fly in front of her eyes. Her hands reach up, grasp his, and through them presses against her boobs harder. The milk flows in jets, and drips off their co-mingled fingers. The liquid is making a mess, but neither one are aware, nor would they care if they were.

She pitches forward, laying down on his chest. Her hips start moving up and down, sliding his cock between her lips. Up and down, pulling all of his length out, until just the mushroom is still inside of her, then jamming back down. Their flesh makes obscene slapping noises as they contact belly to belly. The milk, combined with the sweat from their exertions, has made both of them slick with moisture.

His head cocks to one side, then bends down. He takes her right nipple into his mouth, and resumes his hungry sucking. She pulls her right arm up and on top of his head, helping ease his access. Her hand grabs him by the back of the head, and pulls him in tight once again. His open mouth, teeth covered by his lips to protect her skin, greedily sucks, pulling the whole areola inside. The feeling coursing through her breast wants more, wants him to suck even harder. Her milk is flowing freely, so much so that it is leaking out around his lips once again. It drips down his chin and soaks the pillow beneath them.

He comes up for air, and looks her in the eye. "Stop, don't move," he instructs.

She pauses at the top of her stroke. Knowing what is coming, she tilts her head back, and relaxes her groin muscles slightly.

His hips start thrusting, pushing his dick up into her, and then sliding back down. He is doing to her what she was doing to him. Up and down, in and out. His motions increase in speed. She instinctively uses her muscles to grasp his shaft as it slides inside of her. He gasps as he feels the increased friction. Faster and faster, he is approaching the edge. He feels the pressure start as the base of his sac. It builds towards his penis. He feels the beginning of an orgasm. And then ... she pulls up off of him, and quickly grabs his cock around the base and squeezes hard. His wave subsides. "Not yet, I am not even close to being done with you," she snickers at him.

She swings over off of him, and stands next to the bed. Taking his hand, she leads him down to a corner of the foot of the bed. "Sit," she commands. He does so on the corner of the bed, each leg straddling the point of the mattress corner.

Crawling up on top of him, she sits on her knees astride of his lap. She tickles his head with her pussy lips, and then slides her entrance over his shaft. Once again, she slides down its length, impaling herself. Her eyes close, and a moan of pleasure escapes. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls her torso up next to his. Showing some flexibility she didn't know she still had, she swings her right leg up and around, then her left, so that she is sitting on his lap. Her legs wrap around his waist, and pull him towards her.

As his arms support support her, she begins grinding her pussy into him. With her arms and legs able to move at will, unencumbered by his or her weight, she gyrates wildly. Changing the angle of penetration, grabbing his cock with her muscles as it slides in and out, pushing her clit against his pubic bone, she is rapidly approaching the edge.

Her movements take a life of their own once again. Her hips are moving much too fast for conscious thought to be controlling them. She feels the warmth building inside, rapidly expanding outward form her womanhood. With a stifled scream, she leans back, hands wrapped around his neck, and spasms. Her legs lock, trapping him deep inside of her. Her whole body twitches once, twice, and then relaxes. Her grip on his neck gives way. She would fall off of him if he wasn't holding on as well.

They pause for a minute or so, allowing her to regain some of her strength. Then, he stands up, picking her up with him. She is still impaled on his shaft, legs and arms wrapped around. At first, she thinks he will just drop her onto the bed. Instead, he walks slowly over the the wall next to the headboard, and pins her against it. Slowly, he pushes deeply into her, grinding against her clit. It has the desired effect, she rapidly reenergizes and starts to move with him. After a couple of minutes, he turns, and gently sets her down on the edge of the bed.

"Lie back. I want to get on top of you," he asks.

"No, not quite yet," she replies. Reaching out, she grasps his cock in her right hand, and pulls him towards her. Slowly stroking its length with her right hand, she reaches up and cups her left breast with her left hand. Massaging the flesh and pinching the nipple, she directs a stream of white onto his dick. She coats it, providing lubrication for her stroking. Looking down, he is fascinated at this ... and rock hard.

Sticking her chest out towards him, she pushes her tits together around his shaft. "Fuck 'em," she begs.

His legs start moving, sliding the shaft up and down between her magnificent orbs. The milk has them slick. The site is slightly obscene, his shaft moving in and out, milk slurping around. She moves her fingers around her nipples, and manages to squirt some more out even while providing him a pleasure valley to move through.

His movements quicken, his head kicks back. She knows he is approaching his climax again. Not ready for the festivities to end, she pulls away, and once again grasps the base of his shaft. "Not quite yet."

Pulling his cock towards her by the base, she makes a show of licking her lips and looking him in the eye. Her tongue wraps around the mushroom shaped head, and teases it. Flicking and licking, she excites the sensitive area under the head. He is quivering now, and is having difficulty maintaining his balance. All of a sudden, she plunges her head down, sliding the shaft inside her mouth and partly down her throat. She notices the mixed taste of her milk and pussy juices on its length. She thinks to herself that it's not unpleasant, but she wouldn't recommend it as a cocktail recipe, and then giggles to herself at the unintended pun.

After a few up and downs to bring him to the brink again, she pulls up off of him. Grinning, she backs away and reclines on the bed. Her hands reach down and spread her lips. "Come and get it," she implores him.

Needing no other invitation, he rushes up on top of her, and with one well aimed thrust, jams inside of her all the way up to the hilt. A loud moan escapes from her lips, as her legs and arms once again wrap themselves around him.

The way he starts thrusting in and out of her rapidly tells her he isn't going to last long.

"C'mon. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. I want to feel it all the way inside of me.."

His movements are deep, each thrust ending with a grinding motion to excite her clit. Then he pulls out, until just the head is inside. Reversing, he slides back in, and repeats the process. Every time he bottoms out inside of her, a grunt is forced out of her.

"I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel you fill me up. I want your white cream, I want to feel it, I want it right now. Fuck me. Fuck me," she implores.

He starts to grunt, and then jams himself inside even farther than before, if that is possible. The first jet of warmth shoots out into her. Realizing he is cumming inside of her puts her over the edge. Their orgasms match. Her pussy is grasping his length while he puts what seems to be an endless stream of sperm deep inside of her.

Both slowing, and then stopping, they pant, trying to catch their breaths. He is propped up on his elbows, looking deep into her eyes. They stay in that position, enjoying the building afterglow. His engorged member loses its strength, and finally withdraws fro her. The fruits of his efforts start flowing out of her, but neither one of them care. Their combined bodily fluids have thoroughly soaked the bed. He falls off to her side, still looking at the contentment on her face.

Her breathing is hard, trying to get oxygen in to catch up. Her fingers reach up and slowly, gently trace the outlines of her nipples. A drop appears on each one in response. She smiles, enjoying the afterglow. She thinks to herself, "I wonder how long this ..."

The alarm clangs loudly. Automatically, she reaches out and hits it. Mind swirling, she tries to make the transition to being awake. "Fuck. Just a damn dream," she tells herself. Just to make sure, she reaches down and touches her nipples through the fabric covering them. Sure enough, both dry. As she swings her legs out over the side of the bed, she feels the wetness in her womanhood, and realizes that not everything is dry! She struggles to remember details of the dream quickly, hoping it didn't fade. If it hangs around her mind, it will be relived a lot in the coming days!