Don Hotey: Lawfully wedded nymph

Adam slipped his hands under my ass and lifted my body up from the rug. He rolled his head from side to side, between my V-like legs, slashing my cunt with the stiff thrust of his tongue. Each arc took him across my clitoris, and I moaned around the plug-like thickness of his cock with each fierce, quivering fit of pleasure. He was bringing me as surely to a second orgasm as I had brought myself to that first. It was as if he had stripped my body of all its flesh and he was working on the raw, naked substance of my soul-attacking the nerve endings directly until I wanted to scream from the gushing torrent of sensation that was filling me.

I took my passion-revenge on his cock. I licked and sucked back at it, wanting almost to punish it for the excruciating pleasure it was giving me. I pushed it as deeply into my mouth as I could without strangling, I felt the swollen head of the organ expanding across the back of my throat, cutting off my breath. I sucked hot air in through my nose to keep from smothering. Stroking it with my tongue, I licked at Adam's cock, and sucked on it as if it were a thick, fleshy straw through which I could suck out his sperm. His balls were on my forehead, hanging like two heavy weights, and they tickled me with the brillo-h'ke scratch of his pubic hairs. My hands were on his ass, and I squeezed into his tensed flesh with my fingernails, raking his body until bloody, red lines criss-crossed his hairy bottom.

I began to come a second time, and I screamed around Adam's cock because I had to release the explosion of sensation somehow, and my cunt simply could not contain it. My body began to shake and my mouth began to groan, and I lifted my legs Straight in the air, as if they were rockets, pointing towards the ceiling. I hunched my driving, quivering cunt with all my might, as if I was trying to drive my cunt right through bis face. His tongue, sensing my – pleasure, darted down between the pulsing lips, and he shoved it into the canal, fucking me with it.- He flit it from side to side, touching every inch of that frantically climbing tunnel, wetting me with his mouth, dripping pleasure into me.

I began to suck.with all my might. I wanted Adam's sperm in my mouth. It was something I've never done before, not even for Peter; something that I've always found repugnant and nauseating… until this very moment.

Now, suddenly, nothing could be better, nothing could give me any more pleasure. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck it out, I wanted to feel its slimy ooze gush against my tongue and suck down into my throat. I wanted Adam's hot come in my mouth.

But it was not about to happen. Adam wasn't ready to come yet, and I felt myself sobbing with the combined emotions of exploding passion and profound disappointment. I was so overwhelmed with sensations that my brain seemed flooded; I didn't know how to react. One part of me was coming, another was sucking Adam's cock, and still another part of me was aching to have Adam come with me. And it continued on like that: coming and not wanting to come, enjoying it and hating it, mingling ecstasy and despair until it was impossible to tell one from the other. Then the orgasm peaked with a screeching, empty wail, and a profound and bottomless depression closed over my mind like an impenetrable pall.

It was as if the normal post-orgastic depression had somehow been magnified and distorted to absorb not fust my body and my mind, but the room we were in as well. A feeling so hollow, so empty, that it seemed to have become a part of my Me-perhaps even all of my life. I felt close to crying.

This awesome emptiness lasted a split-second, and then it began to change. Adam's tongue continued to slide in and out of my cunthole, washing right through my orgasm, washing away the emptiness, until I felt my body responding once again to the licking, ceaseless pulse of pleasure that Adam had taught me to appreciate. Like a distant flickering, like a dim candlelight in a dark, empty night, my pleasure began to grow again, and I suddenly realized even a third orgasm was not impossible.

I spit Adam's hard, hot, long cock from my mouth. My jaws ached, and my own saliva oozed from the open wound between my lips, bleeding down my chin like blood. I had difficulty in bending my lips around words again-my mouth felt so empty without die plunging hardness of Adam's cock stretching it wide open.

"Fuck me, Adaml" I moaned. At least I thought I said these words; for all I knew they might have come out as a moan. "Fuck me, Adam. Please! I want you to fuck my cunt until I come again."

Adam climbed off me, and I just lay there on the floor, feeling like a part of the rug. He stood over me, like some mythological giant, with his unreal long cock dripping my saliva back onto my face. His body was coated with a fine, slippery film of perspiration, and it gave his body a primitive and strilcing appearance, as if he were an animal and no longer a man. He bent down, and with his giant's hand, he lifted me like a toy.

My legs were like rubber, and it was Adam's support under my arm that kept me from slithering back down to the floor. The prong-like stab of passion was still tormenting my cunt, raking my clit, and making the long, empty canal inside of me ache for a cock. I reached down with" my vagrant hand and caressed Adam's long, thick member. It was wet and hard, and my hand seemed to glide effortlessly up and down the length of the shaft.

"Fuck me, Adam," I said. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I want to come. I want to come so badly…"

"Inna minute, Sally," he grunted breathlessly. "In a minute, baby. I want to fuck you, too, baby. But it's gotta be special. I don't want you to ever forget this night."

My God, I thought, clinging desperately, with clawlike fingers, to whatever shreds of sanity I still maintained. My GodI Did he think I could possibly forget this night? My first affair! Two and possibly three orgasms! How could I ever forget this night? It would stay with me for the rest of my life.

"Fuck me, Adam," I moaned, jerking his cock up and down. I put my hand back on my cunt and, through the fog in my brain, I couldn't believe that it belonged to me. My cunt was so wet, so sloppy, so oozing with saliva and sex juices and all kinds of slippery discharge, that it didn't feel like flesh at all. It was like raw, bloody meat.

"Fuck me, baby," I said, fingering my empty cunt-hole. "I want you to fill me up with your sperm. I want to come again."

"You'll come again, baby," he said, leading me further into the darkened room. "Just stay with me. Ill fill you so full of sperm, you'll need a sponge to sop it up."

He puDed away from my grip, and I felt his cock slide through my fingers. I reached after it, but it was gone, so I buried my empty hand in my cunt, placing it alongside of my other hand. I stuffed two fingers up inside of me, one from each hand, and I pushed them in and out, like a set of alternating pistons.

"Just stay right there, Sally," Adam said. He leaned me against a wall. "I'll be right back."

"Hurry, please. Hurry! I want to fuck so badly I feel like I'm going crazy."

The room was suddenly flooded with light, and I had to close my eyes until they adjusted to the new brightness. And even after I had adjusted, I had to squint to see.

I looked across the room, searching for Adam. He was off to the right somewhere, doing something, but what I saw standing in front of me was even more fascinating. Across the room, directly in front of me there was a full-length mirror. I saw my reflection in it.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was leaning against a wall, stark naked, with both hands buried in my cunt. My blonde hair was loose and hanging down to my shoulders, like limp strands of seaweed, and my iriakeup was smeared all over my face like a clown's mask. My eyes were no longer blue, or if they were, a bloodshot redness paled them so that they seemed faded in -comparison. My body was drenched in sweat, and my breasts, normally large, looked sloppy and heavy, like cow udders.