1. Dirty Talk


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

    explode with cum, pumping his load into me before I could get him all the way inside, pressed up against the rear wall of my vagina into that special place where jetting cum will sometimes trigger my own cataclysmic ejaculation. “I have no time to react,” he continued. “The next wave is right on top of us and it’s a choice of either ride it or let it knock us over.” “I want to ride it,” I husked in his ear, sliding the first three and a half inches of his shaft out almost to the point of my lips closing over the tip, and then ramming down onto it again and again, my ankles locked behind his backside, driving me powerfully into the fisted hand that was the only thing preventing his complete conquest of my womanhood and the powerful orgasm that I felt was ready to engulf me. Did he really think this was still my hand; hot, soft and pliant, squeezing and enveloping three and half inches of thick cock so completely, causing it to buck and pulse against me, threatening to explode inside me at any moment? At this point I didn’t really care. The game was secondary and all I wanted was the perfect moment to release myself and to let him have all of me. “The wave is big, one and a half meters, easy,” he was speaking in choppy sentences now; struggling for breath and trying to finish the story before he came. “I ride us up on top of it, your hard nipples pressing into my chest and pussy clamped around my cock in fear and excitement. We can’t drop down the face of the wave – we’d be ...
    smashed – and now I can see the next beach – it’s close – if I can only work us along the face of the wave we could get past the rocks and into the safety of the sand.” “Yes. Take us home,” I breathed, my eyes shut now, imagining myself on top of the wave, crushed helplessly between his body and the surfboard with this thick cock pushing further into me, opening me up and threatening to fill me with his seed. “I tip the board over the lip of the wave at the last moment, just as it’s beginning to curl and we cruise perfectly halfway down the face, side on to the wall of water with the lip now curling over the top of us, closing us in and threatening to pound our naked bodies into the rocks. We shoot out the barrel of the wave but now we’re going too fast. We’re going to lose the curl and fly off the back where the next wave will crash on top of us. I have to wash off speed, so I grip the sides of board and lean us first into the face, climbing to the top, and then away and back down again before we shoot over the top. You lock your legs behind me, holding me tight, but with each turn I slide most of the way out and then back in again with the counter-turn. I’m trying to surf, but you’re arching beneath me, pulling and straining to get me all the way in, to pin you to the board. I want to do it too, but controlling the board is taking everything I’ve got and I haven’t got much left to give.” I had buried my face in the hollow between his neck and shoulder, timing my thrusts with ...
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