1. Dirty Talk


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    again.” “And by now we’re both covered in reef oil?” “That sounds about right.” I used my secret muscles to massage the few inches of iron inside me as I bobbed weightlessly up and down on his tool. That floating sensation – the contrast between the cold water and the hard, hot flesh sliding effortlessly into the warm, softness of my love canal – it all felt so surreal. I was holding my orgasm at bay, but I could feel it right there, waiting to lift me up and sweep me away the moment I allowed myself to be completely impaled on his wonderful cock. “Keep going,” I whispered in his ear, my ragged breathing betraying the lie that I was still giving him a hand job. “I don’t know how long I was out,” he resumed. “But I started to come-to with you moaning in my ear.” I leaned in and moaned for effect – it wasn’t difficult – whimpering a little with the desperation to have more of him … all of him. “Your moaning has made me hard though. I’m still waking up and as it grows bigger it’s pressing into your pussy, opening your lips and growing longer and harder still at finding you so wet and open and ready.” “Are you saying you were accidentally fucking me?” I giggled. “Completely unintentional!” he exhorted. “I had no idea I was inside you until we woke together; our eyes met in shocked surprise and you reflexively clenched, squeezing my dick.” “Like this?” I asked, contracting my pelvic wall, pressing down against the delicious hardness inside me.” “Right,” he sighed. “Except not ...
    with your hand.” I smiled. “No, of course not.” “I was stunned … and mortified … I quickly propped up on my elbows because I was crushing you, and you arched your back causing me to slip even further inside.” “Oh God,” I moaned in a tiny, strained voice, my eyes shut. “It’s like I can feel you inside me now.” I allowed a tiny bit more of his thick, bulging manhood into my core, deeper than he been so far, but still only half of what he had to offer. Now I was all the way down to my left hand, which was still wrapped around the base, the thumb and middle finger not even close to meeting. I now had so much cock inside me that there was no room on his shaft for my other hand so I let go and used it rub my clitoris instead. “Spike,” I whimpered “I think I’m going to come. Please hurry, I want you to fuck me now.” Ever the gentleman, he assumed I meant the story and not the few remaining inches of cock, so thick at the base that I still wasn’t completely sure I could fit it all in. “Right. So I’m just about to pull out …” “Please, no,” I whispered. “… when a swell nearly pitches us over. I grab on tight to the board, forcing myself deeper inside you …” “But there’s still more, right. I need more of your cock. I need all of it!” I was nearly out of control now. We had set up a rhythm where I tightened around him with my secret muscles and then he flexed his cock, the knob bulging, doubling in size and probing tantalizingly deeper as it opened me up. Each time I felt like he would ...
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