The Passenger Ch. 09

When I felt her relax, I slowed down a little and I lightened the touch of my tongue on the tip of her clit, which was still jumping slightly with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I held my fingers motionless inside her, feeling the heat and the wetness that still continued to build there and the tension that still lingered, and I kept my tongue on her clit, but not licking it right now; just touching it.

After a few long moments her ragged breathing grew calmer. She sighed, and I gradually increased the pressure on her clit once more, my tongue moving once again in slow, small circles across the tip of it. I kept the touch of my tongue light as a feather, because she might be very sensitive there right now and I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

My fingertips began to trace similar circles inside her, slowly at first. It made soft, sopping sounds as I moved inside her. Soon her breathing grew heavier again in response to the feelings that I knew had to be building within her, and before long her every breath became a soft moan once more. My tongue moved across the tip of her hard clit faster and more insistently now as her moans grew louder, and it wasn't long before her moans became cries and her cries became a scream as she came again, even harder this time, and her pussy clasped down on my fingers, again and again, squeezing her juices out of her with every contraction.

I had long since learned that there is a certain rhythm to giving her a series of multiple orgasms this way. The trick is to let her come down just enough before leading her back up those wonderful slopes of ecstasy until she explodes with pleasure once again; then letting her recover just enough to bring her to her next climax. It's a matter of timing and it doesn't work all the time, but when it does, it's a truly beautiful thing. And today seemed to be a particularly good one. Her orgasms came faster and faster as I continued, varying the caresses of my fingers inside her and my tongue on her pulsing clit in response to what her body told me she needed, until each eruption of pleasure came right on the heels of the previous one, and her screams became grunting, raw animal sounds as the shuddered and thrashed on the bed under my hands and mouth. Eventually her orgasms came so closely together that it might as well have been one long, big climax that went on and on.

Finally I felt her hands touch my hair and tap the side of my head to tell me she'd had enough for now. Gradually I slowed my ministrations, then pulled my fingers out of her hot, sopping wet pussy, which triggered another small orgasm in her; that's how sensitive she was right now. I put a light kiss onto her pussy, which caused her to shudder and moan. Then I sat up.

She had her eyes closed, her face and chest a deep shade of red and running with sweat. She was panting and her hair was plastered against her head. I know I've said it many times before, but I don't think I've ever seen her more beautiful than she is to me at times like this. She was a wonderful mess.

I lay down beside her, put my head head on my elbow, and I watched her as her breathing gradually calmed down. It seems such a simple pleasure, just watching her, but somehow it was so much more than that. The sheer joy and happiness I felt right then, just from seeing her this way, was something I hadn't known for a long, long time, until that day when she suddenly dropped into my life.

Finally she opened her eyes and smiled that lazy, dreamy, happy smile of utter satisfaction. She held out her hand. I took it and helped her sit up. I kissed her, tasting the salty sweat on her skin, and she caressed the side of my face. Then she gently pushed me back on the bed, careful to avoid the huge soaked spot that she'd left on it.

"My turn," she said softly.

She reached out and gently stroked my cock, which had been standing to attention for quite some time now. Big drops of pre-cum had seeped from the slit and dangled down from it to form a long, clear thread. Some of it had ended up on my thighs, and I saw a glistening sticky trail on her skin where the tip of my cock had brushed against the outline of her hip.

Her fingertips played across my rock-hard shaft, causing electric tingles of pleasure to shoot through me, and with her thumb she spread the slick, slippery pre-cum across the head. My cock twitched in her hand, and she smiled.

She put her hand around the shaft, holding it gently but firmly, and gently and carefully she pulled the skin down until I moaned softly. I have always loved that; that amazing feeling of tautness in the head of my cock and the skin just beneath the crown, and she knew how to do it just right. Then she bent down and put her lips against the head, and once again I felt my cock twitch as she held it. She parted her lips slightly and I felt the tip of my cock slip between them, and she licked the slit, ever so lightly, then down to that magic spot at the underside. Slowly her soft, wet lips slid down further until I felt them clasp around the crown, and she bobbed her head up and down so her lips slid across the ridge, back and forth, back and forth... I moaned again, louder, and it was all I could do from cumming right then and there.

The feeling of her lips sliding back and forth around the head of my cock and the tip of her tongue working on the sensitive underside was incredible enough, but then she caressed my balls with her fingertips, and I groaned with the effort of holding back as suddenly my pleasure soared, infusing my cock, my balls, my groin... She must have realized how close I was to losing control, because she let my cock slip out of her mouth and lightly kissed the shaft. her hands caressing the insides of my thighs.

"Anne..." I whispered, my voice sounding hoarse.

She looked up and smiled at me. She had probably already guessed what I had in mind. I needed a distraction if I didn't want to cum right away, and distracting her was the best distraction I could give myself. Or so I thought.

"Turn around," I said.

Her smile became a happy grin. She turned, put her knees on either side of my head and bent forward. Then she carefully moved her knees apart to lower herself until her sweet pussy, still overflowing with her juices, was only an inch or so from my mouth. I felt rather than saw her lips touch the tip of my cock.

This was something we both loved and kept coming back to. The old cliche "Wine me, dine me, sixty-nine me" has been around for centuries, but for good reason: it is one of the most wonderful things a man and a woman can do for each other. The pleasure of simultaneously giving and receiving is, as far as I'm concerned, one of the most wonderful, exciting and interesting forms of lovemaking. Having your view obscured by the body of your loved one also means that you can only feel, not see, what the other is doing to give you pleasure, and that makes it possible to surprise one another on occasion.

I put my arms around her thighs so that I could reach her pussy with my fingertips, and I gently pulled her down a little further until my lips touched her hot, wet center. Her inner thighs were still coated in the residue of her juices, and the scent of her arousal hit me full on. It was nothing short of intoxicating.

I extended my tongue and gave those lovely pink wet folds a long, lazy lick. Her rich, sweet nectar had not yet ceased to flow and I dipped my tongue into that pool of delight between those lovely folds, savoring the thick, velvety texture as it filled my mouth. My fingertips slipped into her opening, parting her lips slightly to give me better access, and she let out a long, soft "Ooooooohhhhhhh" as the tip of my tongue found her clit. She shuddered and moaned softly as I began to lick that still-hard, smooth nub.

Then I felt her lips slide down around the head of my cock again, wet and slick and smooth. Her tongue went to work on my most sensitive part, and her lips moved back and forth across the crown. Then, suddenly, she sucked, and once again I almost lost it. Only by focusing on her clit and the way her body responded to the ministrations of my tongue I managed to hang on to the remains of my self-control, if only barely.

But not for long, because suddenly I felt her take me deeper into her mouth, deeper and deeper until her lips touched the base of my cock and the tightness of her throat held me captive, and I groaned with the wonderful effort of keeping the building eruption of pleasure within me under control. My fingers inside her pussy found the places they were looking for and gently caressed, pushed and massaged her there, while my tongue increased the pressure on her clit. She began to squirm as the delicate, wet friction right there on her pleasure point took her closer and closer to that edge from which there is no returning, and I felt her pussy grow even wetter and hotter around my fingers.

I could tell that the pleasure of my caresses was getting to her now, because she let my cock slip out of her mouth and put her head on my leg while her hips began to tremble. She began to moan, softly at first but louder and louder, and I continued to work on her clit and the inner folds of her pussy with my tongue and fingers, pushing her onward and onward, until the dam inside her burst under the pressure of her pooling pleasure and the resulting tidal wave of her release swept through her. Her cries of "Oh... Oooohhh... OooOOOHHHHH!!!" were music to my ears.

I felt the muscles in her thighs become taut like cables. Her pussy spasmed, and I got my face full of girl juice as the fountain of her pleasure ran freely once more while my fingers were squeezed again and again by her contractions; her clit pulsing against the tip of my tongue which continue to rub across the taut surface of that smooth, hard little nub to prolong her climax.

After a while the shaking and shuddering stopped. then I felt her weight on me as she collapsed on top of me, panting. I gave her a few moments before I ran my tongue across her pussy again. She was so hot and wet now, and her juices coated her skin and ran down the insides of her thighs. My face was not in much better shape, since her pussy had showered me rather liberally during this latest orgasm. Which turns me on like nothing else.

Anne drew in a sharp breath when my tongue invaded her most intimate spot more, and a moment later I felt her lips slide down around the head of my cock. This time she seemed more determined; holding the shaft with one hand and gently caressing my balls with the fingers of the other, something she knows will push me over the edge in no time at all. I smiled. If she wanted a "Let's see who cums first" competition, I was willing to play along.

I continued to lick her hard clit; my tongue moving across its smooth, taut surface in small, loving little circles while my finger found that soft, raised spot just inside her pussy. But this time I moved one of my fingers out of her to collect some of the syrupy, clear nectar that now ran copiously from her opening. I managed to get a nice thick drop onto one of my thumbs. I moved my hand upward and gently spread her lovely buns with my fingers. My thumb found the little puckered hole hiding between them, and I spread some more of her slippery juices across her rear entrance, then I caressed it gently with the tip of my finger. Being mostly unable to see what I was doing I had to rely on touch, but of course that was half the fun.

She squirmed, knowing what was coming, and she moaned softly as her head continued to bob up and down on my hard cock. Her mouth did wonderful things to me there, and I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer, not with the way her lips slid across the crown and her hands caressed my shaft and balls. I felt the first warning twitch inside me as she began to suck me again, gently at first but harder as she went along.

Not to be outdone, I slipped the tip of my finger into her rear entrance; lubricated by her juices that I had spread there. Her puckered little hole clasped my finger tightly as I slowly and carefully worked my way further in. She moaned loudly, and the vibrations running through my cock as she held it deep into her mouth proved my undoing. I felt my pleasure rise, then soar, and I knew I was going to lose control in a second or two. But maybe I could still take her with me. I began to pump my finger in and out of her tight little backdoor while increasing the pressure of my tongue on her clit. She shuddered, and let out a "Hmm... Hmmmmmm! HmmmMMMMMMMMM!!!!" and the feeling of her vocal cords, humming and vibrating through the head of my cock, pushed me over the edge. But at the same time I felt her sphincter grip my finger tightly as her pussy contracted and her hips shook with the forced of her own release.

A massive surge of pleasure burst from my groin, infusing my cock and bursting out the head with blue, electric fire as I came in her mouth. She continued to moan, which vibrated my cock in a downright incredible way and intensified my orgasm even more, but she also continued to suck and work her lips and tongue to heighten my pleasure further. The result was incredible: it felt as if I pissed her mouth full of stars, and bright, blue-white supernovae of pleasure exploded over and over again in the head of my cock.

Then the muscles in my groin tensed up and I felt a massive amount of cum boil up from within me; rising through the shaft and erupting into her waiting mouth. I grunted, but her pussy on my mouth muffled the sound, even as she shook and her inner muscles squeezed by fingers at both ends, again and again and again, and her juices filled my mouth with every contraction. It went on and on, for both of us. It was as if our orgasms somehow reinforced each other, and maybe they did, or maybe it was just the increased stimulation we both managed to give each other while cumming ourselves, and our muffled cries of pleasure only added to the experience.

But eventually the tidal wave of pleasure broke, as it had to, and then we both lay there, catching our breath, feeling the wetness between us. After a while she pushed herself up, rolled off me, turned around and lay down next to me; her body against mine, her head on my shoulder. I caressed her hair and gently kissed her forehead, then I put my arm around her and held her. I could smell my own cum on her breath, and a small droplet of it still stuck to her lower lip.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke to the sound of running water, soon followed by the hum of the hot air drier A few moments later she stepped out of the shower, her skin warm and glowing. She smiled at me. I smiled back.

"I love you, my loyal crew," I said.

"And I love you, my captain."

She paused for a moment while she just stood there and looked at me, and I'm sure that incredibly sexy pose was entirely by accident. Yeah, right. Not that I minded, of course. The curves of her body, the shape of her breasts, the swell of her hips... Her beauty still struck me as slightly unreal; as something that really belonged to the realms of the gods.

then she broke the pose and sat down next to me on the bed. She held out her hand and as I took it, and the look in her eyes became slightly mischievous. Then she reached under the bed and came up with the bowl of massage oil I'd used on her last night. I mentally reprimanded myself for having left it there. I'm not obsessive or compulsive about neatness, but clutter is a bad thing on a ship. Things knocking around in an emergency, or floating around if the artigrav fails, can mean the difference between life and death. I'd have to have a stern talk with myself. Myself agreed, but suggested we might want to discuss it later, because Anne had followed my gaze downward at my cock, which was suddenly swelling rapidly once again.

I reached out to her, and she put down the oil and came into my arms. We kissed for a few long moments, our tongues coming together in that wonderful dance that neither of us could ever get enough of. Then I broke our kiss and gently turned her around until I was facing her back, kneeling on the bed behind her. I put my hands on both her shoulders and gently pushed her upper body down on the bed. She yielded under my touch, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. There, on all fours in front of me, she gave me the most stunning view of her butt, with the plump lips of her pussy winking at me from between her lovely thighs.

I put my hands on those wonderful globes and gently caressed them; my hands tracing those round swells, exploring their outlines, and my fingertips occasionally brushed the cleft between them. She moaned softly. Then I carefully pulled her buttocks apart to reveal the little puckered hole that waited for me there. The sight of her almost made me cum, she was so beautiful and so tempting. Best of all: she was all mine, and I felt my heart swell with the happiness that thought gave me.

I took the bowl of massage oil and dipped one finger into its slippery contents. I deposited a large drop right at the entrance to her backdoor. Then I slowly spread it across that little asterisk, moving my fingertip in small circles as I caressed her there, teased and gently probed. I added a little more oil before I let the tip of my finger find its way into her rear entrance. Her sphincter gripped me firmly at first, but soon she relaxed and my finger entered her a little further as I began to work the oil into her, gradually adding more. My finger probed deeper and deeper until it was inside all the way, and she moaned softy as she felt it exploring her insides.

She had her head turned sideways, her eyes closed and her mouth open, and the expression on her face was intense. Gods, she looked so sexy right now. Her lovely back, her slender waist, the swell of her hips, her glorious butt on which I was lavishing my attentions right now, and her cute pussy looking back at me from between the marble thighs...

Sitting behind her like that had brought my cock, which has been rock-hard for a while now and was nodding up and down with the beating of my heart, close to its logical target. A clear drop of pre-cum dangled from its tip. Maybe...

Yes.

"You know, my love," I said conversationally. "Years of doing shipboard maintenance has taught me the importance of lubrication. Keep everything nicely oiled and it will run smoothly."

"Hmmm... I'm so glad I'm in good and experienced hands, my captain," she whispered.

"What I mean, my loyal crew, is that everything needs to be lubricated. Everything. As much... as... possible."

And with that, I aimed my cock, hard and straight and ready, at the swollen lips of her pussy and at the pool of wetness that glistened between them. I pushed, gently but firmly, and her folds parted before me. In one careful, smooth thrust I slid into her all the way; my passage into the most intimate part of her made easy by the copiously running fluids of her arousal. Further and further my rock-hard cock invaded her most intimate part until I bottomed out and I felt myself touching the very core of her. She moaned loudly, and with my finger, which was still deeply inside her, I could feel my own cock through the thin barrier separating these two ways into her body.

I moved inside her, ever so gently, not thrusting but simply varying the pressure, leaning forward a little, then back. Her moans grew louder, but there was something else in her voice as well, an eagerness, a hunger for more. I was only too happy to oblige.

Keeping my cock deep inside her I began to move my finger in and out of her rear passage, gently pumping, probing, playing... Then I pulled my finger out all the way, added some more oil, and when my finger went back in it had a companion. With two fingers I continued to gently pump her, and when I felt the time was right I added another finger. Her little backdoor continued to open wider for me, and I turned my hand around, my fingertips exploring all sides of her as I felt my way into her, and she was so hot, so smooth, and so tight, oh, so tight...