"I'm going to come, I'm so close," I whimper out with all the force I can manage. I'm getting pulled under into the tide of my orgasm. I pull my body up against his again and ride him harder, gathering my strength. Because I have plans for so much more tonight. I want to be able to take his cock, riding him, not just in my pussy but now I'm going to take him in my ass.
Right as my orgasm floods through me, I pull that enormous cock from my pussy and I use my hand to rub the cream of my cum all over the head and then the shaft of Sanders's enormous dick. I lather that cock up and I pull it to line up with my ass. I am still shivering, shaking, but I guide the tip in. I look to Sanders's face and see his eyes light up with surprise.
That's right, Sanders, baby. I can surprise. I can be coming and I can start feeding inch by inch of your cock up my ass.
The look on his face contorts with the steel of his dick. His hands on my hips steady me and I take more, and he explodes. Sanders blasts hot cum right up my ass the instant that that I take him in. That gorgeous cock pipes hot ropes of cum right up my ass, and I thrust it deep inside me, sliding a touch out and then right back in. My eyes squeeze shut now and I groan out with primal ecstasy. This is the most incredible sensation. I'm full, I'm overwhelmed, I'm almost in physical shock from how much cock I'm taking, so deep. Unrelenting as my bouncing is, I am taking him without him exiting me much at all. Choking down on that much cock brings another orgasm straight to the forefront. As Sanders is coming down from his own orgasm and pulling me down against his cock -- the man is always hard, I swear I'll have to massage his chest later and bring the blood pumping back up there, but another day -- my own orgasm unfurls within me.
They say no two orgasms are alike. Or, at least, after having sex with Sanders, now I say it. The orgasm that tears through me now is not the same as what I've experienced ever before. It is full body wave crashing through me, a molten pleasure that is certainly more intense than any sensation I have ever felt. My body is wracked with pleasure, shaking, shuddering, shivering as each torrent of pleasure blooms to a deeper and deeper source of ecstasy.
Sanders draws his fingers to my clit and I'm lost, totally abandoning reality and lost in a dream world where I am destroyed utterly. My body and my mind are no longer connected. Wildfire claims my heart. My lungs fill with crystal air and I flutter my breath in and out, returning down in a circling halo to everything overtaking my body. I start to feel limp and my limbs are unable to keep up with these sensations overtaking me. Sanders holds my body and keeps fucking me, slowing down the pumps to a maddening rhythm that actually serves to ground me.
"Damn, you make life worth breathing. You amaze
me," Sanders says, running his hands up and down my back. "Do you want me to stop?" His cock is slowing almost to a stop. That makes me focus on how his cock is stretching me, filling me so much.
Do I want him to stop? I feel like I could take a nap and wake up a thousand years from now and still be tired.
But I also can't bear the idea of not having him inside me.
What's a girl to do?
"I...I want you inside me," I say with a sigh. I do. But I am definitely fielding some loss in stamina.
"We have an eternity. Why don't we rest? We can wake up tomorrow and take a very naughty bubble bath. Get squeaky clean and get all dirty all over again," Sanders says. There's a lightness to his tone of voice that I don't think I've ever heard before. I'm shocked by just how chill he sounds.
It is totally comforting. I slide off of him and he pulls me to his chest. Sanders holds me so tightly and I feel so content and loved there, I don't even remember when I closed my eyes.
Hours later, I suppose by the total blackness taking over the room, I wake to feel his steady breathing next to me. He's very much asleep; he's very much holding me just as tight in his sleep. I let my eyes flutter back shut and I fall back asleep.
I wake up alone. It chills me for a moment. For a second...and I know, no, Sanders hasn't left me again. The sound of a water faucet pulls me back to reality, filtering into my consciousness. I realize he must be drawing that bath he mentioned earlier. Rising and walking to the bathroom, I see the utterly breathtaking sight of him, stark naked. Brushing his teeth.
Dancing over to Sanders, giddy just to see him, I pick up my own toothbrush and start to put toothpaste on it. Wetting the brush, I press it into my mouth and start working circles over my morning breath. I let my eyes wander to his tight ass, a specimen of male perfection. I could grab it right now if I didn't think I might drop my toothbrush. We finish and both spit into the sink soon after the other.
Sanders scoops me right up into his arms. I am literally putting down my toothbrush after rinsing it and he just picks me up!
"Drop that," he says in a firm but playful voice. I let the toothbrush fall onto the counter, and he rushes us over to bath, which he places me inside. The warm water slides over me like a hug locking me in from the air around me. It soothes every bit of tension that might have tried to enter my body.
Sanders turns off the faucet and climbs inside the tub behind me.
I wiggle my ass on his cock, which is rock hard and pressing against my ass.
I lift my ass up in the air, out of the water. His cock jumps up out of the water and he has barely moved. Seriously, I didn't know cocks came this big. I slide down on it. The bathwater isn't exactly great lube, but that doesn't matter. My pussy is slick and wet already from how much I want him. The sight of Sanders, the thought of him? Well, let's just say laundry sure piles up if I don't stay naked. Of course, Sanders prefers me that way, too, so unless I am heading off to work or have just got home from work, I save myself the laundry battle by going naked.
His cock entering my pussy wakes me up deeply, sensually. As I slide down on him, his arms pull me down against him and wind around me. Sanders holds me like I'm the most important thing in the world to him. His cock bottoms out, and I'm sitting flat against him with his cock so deep inside of me I actually swallow to see if I can taste him.
Okay, that's dramatic, but I do. I feel my pussy stretching, my inner walls accommodating him. It feels like my pussy is made to take his cock. He fits every groove within me so perfectly. Our bodies interlock in the most soul-satisfying way that for a moment I just breathe, inhale, exhale, and feel what it feels like to have him buried inside me. Impaling me so deeply. His hands are all over my body...and then one hand goes to my clit. The other wraps around my waist while he shakes the tub to fuck me.
Out of nowhere, there's a hurricane in this bathroom! He fucks so deep and so fast into my pussy that my vision is blurred and the pressure inside me burns with my need.
My breasts are hitting the surface of the water as I bounce up and down on his cock.
"Hurricane Sanders has so much energy before breakfast," I say with a giggle. My words come out almost staccato with the pace he's fucking me, but I get my words across.
Sanders laughs. "I will never get enough of you," he says, gliding his tongue over my ear. Despite how hard he's fucking me, that tiny press of his tongue to my skin makes me shiver.
Suddenly that pressure within me is even stronger. I'm set off and I pull my hands to my breasts, rubbing my nipples and squeezing my breasts while he pumps into me.
"I love watching you, Stacy, touching your body while I fuck you," Sanders purrs against my skin. He nibbles on my neck and picks up the pace on my clit.