Simply Sex

She focused her entire mind on the epicentre of feeling deep within her pubic region. It was like an intense tickling feeling, magnified a hundred thousand times. At the same time it was a pulsing sensation, emanating out form the sensitive cells to every far corner of her body. And it was like having fire running through her flesh, causing everything it touched to flash into feeling over and over again each second. He was still lying facing her, his face calm and his breathing regular. All the nerves were working at triple normal intensity, so she could feel the increased flow, grown from a trickle to a flood, of vaginal juices leaking from within her vulva. Her arms were out sideways again, and she relaxed a tried to drown in the feelings. They were all the world to her, him and her, it was as if no one else existed. Like being marooned in the middle of a wide ocean. Her once smooth skin was now slick with a sheen of sweat, her bright red skin releasing heat through her pores. The tissue within her breasts had swollen, although the skin had not, so they were now stiffer, and stood further off her chest and less outwards. The nipples had become erect and stiff due to the sexual stimulation of her body. 

She barely felt it, such was the volume of liquid in her vagina, but the heightened nerves informed her that his finger was sliding out of the hole in her body. She did not fight; she had precious little energy left. His finger moved up her body again, pushing hard into the flesh between vagina and urinary opening. His hand moved under the sodden black material. A finger, probing for contact. Then, a slight check as it moves past the urinary opening. Nothing coming from there, yet. Then, it moves closer to the clitoris. Closer, closer, ever closer. She braced herself. And then, there was contact. 

Once again, her body went into sexual overdrive. Blood pounded in her ears. She screamed, loudly, shrilly, for only about fifteen seconds. But to her, it seemed like forever. She could here nothing more than blood drumming against her eardrums. She felt his finger withdrawing from her groin, although she clamped her labia around it as hard as her muscles could. She could see nothing but the inside of her eyelids. There, right in front of her eyes, was her own private fireworks display. Coloured lights burst, mirroring the coursing sensations. She tried to think; to memorise the feelings within her near naked body. Feet tingling, legs stuck out in a triangular shape, spread wide apart opening the way into her body. And then. It was like being stabbed repeatedly right into the vagina with a red-hot knife, but without it hurting. Pleasure and pain mingled into the feeling that her intelligent brain, now relegated to a spectator role, classified with one word; orgasm. Her nervous system was flooded with messages; tingling sensations, burning sensations, pain and joyful sensations. 

Waves of red-hot feeling shot from her vagina, stimulating tangible ripples as they past. She could feel each one moving across her body; groin stomach chest breasts neck chin. She screamed each time a wave reached her mouth. Her body was writhing; hands clutching at bed-sheets, pulling them with her as she rolled back and forth. All this time, her legs were moving from straight to relaxed to straight and back to relax over and over again. Although she could not see nor barely feel it, she knew that a jet of fluids, milky white and shiny clear was gushing forth from her vagina, dripping from the bottom of her knickers, soaking through the now transparent black cloth, as muscles spasmed in response to her orgasm. He had knelt up away from her body, hands by his side, watching her thrash about on the bed, watching the dark patch spread slowly from her groin as her vaginal cavity emptied itself onto her underwear. He could see clearly through the material, although the flesh underneath was coloured with a black sheen. The wet, sticky material was plastered to her vulva and her pubic region. There was a slight bulge towards the bottom as the stream of lubricating fluids struck the cloth. She continued to writhe for about fifteen seconds, twisting and turning on the bed as he watched. 

Although it felt like eternity to her, it was soon over and she lay there, panting hard and causing her breasts to wobble on her chest again. Her need, her desire, had not diminished at all, but now she was as ready as ever to receive him with open arms, and open legs. He, however, had other plans. Content to leave her lying there in her own discharges, he knelt across her abdomen, his penis extending towards her mouth and breasts. She gazed at it hungrily. He shuffled up the length of her body, so that his testicles and penis slid along her soft skin towards her face. He nudged his stiff penis in between her breasts so that the foreskin brushed against her chin. Her long, pointed tongue extended from her mouth, straining to reach the flap of skin tickling her neck. He, meanwhile, had place on hand on the outside of each breast and was pressing them inwards, squeezing his penis, rubbing it up and down with her bosom. She stopped attempting to lick him and instead moved placed her hands where his had been on her breasts and took over the process. 

She began to rub up and down the length of his penis rhythmically. She watched with glee as his face began to show signs that he was trying not to react; trying to ignore the buzz in his groin. He grimaced, and began to slide up and down her stomach in time with her breasts but opposite to it, so when she moved away from his body he slid towards her groin. Together, this provided a great stimulation as the skin slid over and around the glans. His penis became harder still, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Grunts began to escape his lips and he leant forward over her head to put his hands on the bed to steady himself. His strokes were coming with more and more force, each time sliding farther up her chest. Her head tilted right down, she still had to look out of the bottom of her eyes to watch it slithering towards her. A tiny whitish secretion appeared on the end of his penis, stimulation for within the absent vagina. He lifted his hips up and tipped forwards, brushing the liquid onto her chest before depositing his penis firmly down on to of it, without breaking rhythm. Now, lubricated by sweat and body fluids, the rate increased. Gasps and short barks of feeling ran freely from his lips with each thrust, marking his pleasure. She felt him falter and heard shouts as his body reached its physical limit. Without thinking, she dropped her bright red, swollen breasts, grabbed his penis and thrust it into her mouth. 

Just in time, because, as her lips clamped shut around it, she just had time to register how much there was, and how salty his taste was, and how the foreskin tickled the back of her throat, before his penis exploded into her mouth. Sticky, salty, sweet liquid splattered all over the back of her throat, causing her to choke. His penis fell free from her mouth as a second, smaller pulse of semen erupted from it. Suddenly, she felt impact around her lips and nose, followed by the sensation that his penis was resting on her face. She opened her eyes. His body was above her; he had fallen forwards onto his arms so he knelt there, panting. She ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. Hot, salty, sweet, sticky semen coated the her teeth and gums. She used her tongue to squeeze it through her teeth, causing it to squelch around her mouth. She took an enormous gulp. She could feel it, running down inside her. He had rolled off her to the side so that he lay on his back, eyes closed, still trying to get his breath back. She placed one hand on the top of each breast and slowly, deliberately licked every last drop of his ejaculation off her face. Swallowing again, she rolled on top of his warm, sweaty body. She slid down him and kissed his chest, over and over. Her thigh rested against his limp, marshmallow like penis. She still needed him more, though. She slid entirely of the bed until she was kneeling on the floor next to his legs. Then, she put a leg on each shoulder and dipped her head to his groin. 

This time, when she took him into her mouth, she was able to move the limp organ around her teeth with her tongue. She pressed the end of her tongue into the point of his penis, worming it under the foreskin. It began to stir again. The sensitive cells of her tongue detected a tiny slit shaped hole in the tissue of his. The sweetness and saltiness of his foreskin was the focu½ of her attention. Tongue slipped out from under foreskin. She pulled back until the end of his foreskin rested on her teeth. She took hold of that small flap and pulled backwards, hands searching around in his pubic hair and fondling his testicles. The penis began to swell up, filling the empty skin stretched out by her. The rapidly pulsing organ slipped out of her teeth but she bent over it and pushed his penis right into her mouth again. Right up to the back of her throat, her nose brushing just in his pubic hair. She bit down on his penis, causing him to grunt slightly. Then, she started to suck him. Hard. Her tongue flicked all over the bottom of his penis as she tried to swallow it down. She was finding it harder to breathe, so she let off trying to swallow, and instead pulled down the skin at the base of his penis, stretching the gap at the top wider. Her tongue was on the tip again, flicking around over it. She felt a tiny drop of liquid leave it and swallowed hungrily. He started to sit up, looking at the woman sucking his penis between grunts. Then, not wanting him to ejaculate, yet, she withdrew his penis from her mouth, leaving a great gob of saliva all over it. She straightened up a bit, letting his legs fall to the floor, and planted her lips on his. 

She rubbed her breasts into the hair of his chest and pushed them backwards, so the ended up lying on the bed with her on top, the stickiness from her groin transferring to his abdomen. She kissed him and he kissed back, their tongues intertwining ferociously with each other, hands flying over the others body, chest moving so the breasts rubbed into him. Their lips broke apart but the tongues remained entangled with each other. Then her mouth was moving over his face, up onto his forehead and into his sweat-slicked hair, one breast over each shoulder, his face right into her cleavage, overwhelmed by her excitement. Then she slid down his body, pressing her knickers into him, spreading her juices where-ever it touched. She kissed him on the chest, over and over, his strong arms around her soft body, squeezing, stroking, caressing.