Thirsty Thursday

"What about a condom?"

"On the pill," she said simply as she slid down all the way, impaling herself completely on Paul's cock. Any hesitations on Paul's part vanished that as he felt the glorious heat and pressure that was Amy's cunt. The totality of Paul's awareness was located at his crotch, where Amy's pussy and his prick were joined.

Amy's head was rolled back, her eyes closed in pleasure, as she let her pussy adjust to the girth of Paul's cock. Amy leaned forward, bracing her arms on either side of Paul as she began to move up and down his length, driving his cock deep into her pussy over and over and over again. With Amy doing most of the work, Paul just lay back to enjoy the ride and concentrate on not blowing his wad too soon. But with Amy's tits hanging just in front of his face, he could hardly stay passive for long.

Paul's mouth quickly found her tits and began to work with wild abandon; licking, kissing, teasing, biting lightly at her tits and nipples. His hands grabbed her ass, and kneaded the soft flesh, helping Amy to thrust back and forth against his cock.

Amy began to move faster and faster. Spurred on by Paul's attentions to her tits and his hands on her ass, she felt herself moving towards orgasm again. The closer and closer she got, the faster and faster she pumped against Paul's manhood. She sat up, withdrawing her tits from Paul's oral ministrations, but continuing her increasingly rapid pace on his cock. Paul, his mouth deprived of Amy's fantastic tits, took one hand from her ass and began to rub her tits with it. Squeezing them, playing with her nipples. Amy's frantic pace was driving Paul crazy, and he knew that unless he did something, he would blow his wad sooner than he'd like.

Paul grabbed Amy by the shoulders, stopping her from her frenzied bobbing on his cock. Amy looked at Paul with surprise and wonder at why he stopped her. In that moment Paul performed easily the most acrobatic feat of his life and in one move spun himself and Amy around, keeping his cock buried inside her warm, tight pussy, positioning Amy beneath him on the bed. Amy was stunned by the move, but Paul was right there and began pumping away at her cunt, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her with every thrust.

Amy quickly recovered from her shock, and started responding to Paul's thrusts. Moans and gasps and cries of passion and pleasure and lust; all came out of Amy's mouth as Paul continued his pounding, but at a more subdued speed than Amy had been moving when she was on top. Amy grabbed Paul's ass and dug her fingers into his cheeks, spurring him to go faster and faster. But Paul knew what he was doing. He stayed steady and relentless, thrusting into and pulling out of her cunt repeatedly, driving her (and himself) closer to that orgasmic chasm.

Amy wrapped her legs around Paul's waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her cunt, feeling his cock reach places no one ever had before. Surprisingly, this was turning out to be the best fuck of Amy's life. Whatever Paul was doing was working wonders. Amy was feeling things she'd never felt before, felt passion that had never been there, and pleasure she'd only dreamed about.

The same held true for Paul. As his cock slid in and out of Amy's cunt, he couldn't help feeling like she had been made for him and he for her. He had never felt as pleasured, as passionate, with anyone as he did right now with Amy. And, never before had he wanted so desperately to bring someone all the passion and pleasure he could offer. Their bodies were passionately in sync.

All these thoughts went through the back of Paul and Amy's minds as the majority of their thoughts were focused on their respective impending orgasms. Paul was holding back as hard as he could, but he knew that soon the damn would burst. The sensations of Amy's cunt squeezing and massaging his cock were too much. Amy also was on the verge of orgasm, with every thrust from Paul's cock into her cunt hitting some new spot of ultimate pleasure, heretofore unknown.

They entered the homestretch, so to speak. Paul's thrusts became less controlled, and more frantic. Each thrust was more powerful than the last, building towards that final entry into Amy's pussy. Amy was likewise reaching climax. Her pussy pulsed around Paul's cock, as it had earlier around his fingers. Her body started to twist and contort, bracing for that ultimate moment.

Amy's moans began to crescendo again, as did Paul's groans. Together, their sounds of pleasure climbed higher and higher, louder and louder, until they could have disturbed anyone in the building, but they didn't care. All that matter, all that their two worlds consisted of was Paul's cock, Amy's pussy, and the orgasms which were coming…now.

Amy's body tensed and froze, her pussy clench tight around Paul's cock. So tight, in fact, that under normal circumstances, Paul might actually have felt pain. But, plunging headlong toward the best orgasm of his life, all the feeling did was add to Paul's pleasure. With her pussy clamped around his prick, Paul finally lost control and thrust one last time in Amy's pussy, pumping his cum deep inside her. Amy screamed as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her, turning her whole body into something a pleasure tuning fork. Her toes went numb with the overwhelming sensation. The feeling of Paul's semen hitting deep inside her pussy was more than she could handle and just added to her orgasm. Her climactic screams were pitched so high they were beyond hearing.

Paul continued to empty what seemed like gallons upon gallons of sperm into Amy's pussy. Each squirt was a new wave ripping through his body. The feelings of pleasure were so intense, that later Paul would think that he must have blacked out. His whole body seemed to be conducting sensations and transforming them all into pleasure. Even after his cock finally stopped emptying into Amy's cunt, he could feel orgasmic aftershocks ripple through him. Even Amy's fingernails trailing down his chest added to this feeling.

Moments, minutes or hours, neither Paul nor Amy could tell how long they stayed like that, sharing the most mind-blowing orgasm either had ever felt. Paul lay collapsed on top of Amy, having not the energy to move. Their sweaty, naked bodies intertwined in passionate embrace as they basked in the afterglow.

They fell asleep like that. Naked and sweaty and in each other's arms.

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