“Fuck, Amy!” Sally growled. “Fuck!”
They continued. Rocking and sucking. Rocking and sucking. And then…
“I’m gonna come!...Unnnggh!”
Inside her mouth, Amy felt Sally’s clit jump, then she felt Sally’s juices coat her chin, only to be washed away too quickly by the shower spray; then she felt Sally’s fingers clutch harder at her hair as the orgasm took possession of the woman she was eating out.
When those first shudders of climax passed, Amy rose up and turned the trembling Sally around, pressing her arm against Sally’s shoulder. The message was clear: Don’t fucking move!
She ran her hand down the cleft of Sally’s glistening, wet ass, found her pussy and easily slid three fingers inside.
“Oh fuck yes!” Sally grunted and pushed her ass back, driving the fingers in deeper. Amy started biting Sally’s shoulders as she fucked her fingers in and out of the tight pussy. Her own center was a faucet by now; she could feel the sticky liquid dripping from her inner passage, spend the briefest of moments on her thighs and then get sprayed away by the shower.
Sally came undone a second time, a lusty yell emanating from deep inside her chest. Amy held her fingers still inside the woman as Sally’s pussy spasmed around them. When it was over, Sally quick as flash lifted her pussy off Amy’s hand and spun around. Amy almost came just seeing the lust in her girlfriend’s eyes.
“Your turn,” Sally ordered.
Amy gave a yelp of surprise when suddenly she found herself pressed against the wall, Sally behind her, the aggressor now.
“And what if I resist?” Amy teasingly asked.
Her answer came in the form of a sharp spank, the sting of it heightened because the flesh of her ass was so wet. From Sally’s hand, that sting radiated right to her core and her clit pulsed three times, bringing her right to the verge.
“Still resisting…” she said through clenched teeth, earning her another spank, the pain making her gasp in pleasure, making her feel alive. A third spank quickly followed and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“For being sassy,” Sally whispered in her ear before biting the lobe.
“Fuck me!” Amy begged. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Please!”
And then…bliss! Fingers slid inside, stretching her, curling and flexing as they were worked in and out.
“Oh my god, baby!” Amy screeched. She brought her own hand to her clit. It was like touching a live wire but she rubbed it furiously and made incoherent sounds when she exploded with her first orgasm, feeling as if everything below her waist was going to pour right out of her. She screamed against the wet shower wall as Sally continued pistoning the fingers in and out and she continued rubbing her electric button, bringing the second climax forth.
It shattered her.
A flash of pink light burst behind her eyelids and she felt herself rise up on her toes precariously.
“BAY-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she shouted at her maximum volume. The intense pleasure shot through every vein in her form, so strongly that even while in the throes of the orgasm, it frightened her a little because she was certain something inside her was going to disintegrate or some vital organ would burst. And it just kept going. Wave after wave after wave…pulsing through her, pure light and orgasmic joy taking possession of her, making her feel like she was going to melt and flow down the shower drain.
As it was, her legs gave out. Despite Sally pressing her against the wall, Amy could no longer remain upright and as her screams turned to moans, she started sliding down the wall, Sally following, never taking her fingers out of her pussy.
And there they lay for several minutes, on the shower’s floor, the rain-like water falling on their nude forms, both of them breathing hard, recovering, seemingly content to remain there all night.
***
“I think that’s a record for us,” Amy gasped quite some time later. They’d been at it for hours now and she had just regained the ability to speak after coming yet again thanks to Sally’s expert tongue. When they had gotten home, it had been light; now it was dark; the deep dark of deep night.
“Almost dying will do that to you,” Sally said, flopping down on the mattress next to Amy.
Amy nodded. Sally wasn’t wrong. Ever since they had gotten back to Sally’s condo from the airport, Amy had had this insatiable desire for her girlfriend. Of course, ever since they had gotten together, Amy had always had been lustful for Sally—the woman was a sexy goddess in her eyes. But this went far beyond the norm. She wanted Sally now on a level that was akin to what a woman who hasn’t eaten in two or three days feels when suddenly presented with a buffet of food. And tonight, Amy had metaphorically devoured Sally. There wasn’t a part of the woman Amy’s mouth hadn’t touched. She had sucked on each of Sally’s perfectly lacquered toes; had licked and kissed her way up each of Sally’s legs—back and front; had probed Sally’s navel with her tongue; had raked her teeth along Sally’s arms; had bitten Sally’s ass, back, shoulders, neck; had kissed her eyelids; had sucked on those gorgeous pastel pink nipples and, of course, had eaten her out God knows how many times since they’d gotten out of the shower.
Shifting on the bed now to face Sally, she winced.
“Problem?” Sally asked.
Amy smiled.
“Good problem. My nipples are sore. You really went to town on them tonight.”