Endless Journey

The doorbell rings. It's Friday night and I'm eagerly waiting for you to come see me. I've just finished a relaxing bath after an exhausting day. I'm wearing only a short tank top and a pair of cotton shorts that provocatively outline the curves of my ass. I didn't put on any panties because I wanted to feel the pressure of the shorts against my clit. While waiting for you, I poured myself a drink with ice and was slowly savoring it. I open the door for you. You stand there for a moment outside, your eyes devouring my body. You lick your lips dry. I feel a sweet excitement. I know it's been days since you've seen me and you've been craving me terribly! Just as I've been craving you. The moment I closed the door behind you, you pulled me into a tender yet passionate embrace and sought out my lips. The taste of my tongue mixed with the liquor further aroused you. You pressed me tightly against you, grinding your lower abdomen into me so I could feel the immediate effect my appearance had on you.

We moved into the kitchen where I poured you a drink and refreshed my own. We clinked glasses and took a sip. You slid your arm around my waist and gently pulled me closer to you. This time you kissed me with even more passion, offering me your tongue to suck.

We stood in the kitchen, not speaking. Just quietly sipping our drinks and exchanging kisses—each one deeper, more intense, more demanding. Your hand, wrapped around me, moved slowly over the back of my body. It climbed up my spine, slid down along my vertebrae, and finally came to rest on the firm, fleshy hemispheres of my ass. There, you lingered a little longer, kneading my soft ass cheeks. You always made sure your middle finger pressed against the seam of my shorts, calculating the exact spot of my asshole. Suddenly, pretending to make a clumsy move, you let some of your drink spill onto my chest, right between my breasts. I let out a startled little cry, and you, playing the flustered one, quickly moved to clean it—but with your lips. You slid them swiftly, following the trail of spilled liquor between my breasts, your tongue rapidly licking away every trace. I shivered, tightening in your arms, and with one hand I pressed your head against my chest. You set your drink down on the table and embraced me with both arms—one in front, one behind. Your lips met mine again, for the umpteenth time. I had set my own drink aside too, and was softly caressing you wherever I could reach.

You sighed in satisfaction when my palm squeezed your swollen cock through your jeans. Now your lips were trailing around my neck, taking the lobes of my ears between them, gently biting. At one point, you whispered, panting into my ear: "Baby, tonight I'm going to make you go crazy with cock. I'm going to take you wildly, but sweetly, everywhere. I'm going to make you faint from your orgasms." You turned me around, pressing me against you, grinding your hard cock against my ass cheeks. Your lips ravaged my shoulders, up to my ears and back again, while your hands lifted my top and caressed my stomach, moving upward. When they reached the lower edge of my breasts, your cock twitched violently from a powerful spasm of arousal.

You loved this hot contact. Your fingers fondled the flesh of my breasts, rubbing my nipples. I caressed your neck with one hand, while the other stroked your cock through your jeans. You dropped to your knees and pressed your lips to my waist, slowly moving downward, until your face buried itself between my ass cheeks. The scent of my arousal, even through the fabric of my shorts, filled your nostrils. Your fingers moved, slowly pulling my shorts down, gradually revealing my ass. I bent forward over the table to make it easier for you. You pulled the shorts all the way down and quickly removed them, while your tongue was already exploring my wet pussy and my asshole.

Once you'd completely freed me from my shorts, I leaned fully over the table, spreading my legs even wider to give you better access. You squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and for a moment sat back just to gaze at my pussy and my asshole. Then you picked up your glass from the table and began slowly pouring the remaining liquor into the cleft of my ass. Your lips and tongue intercepted the trickle of alcohol as it ran down toward my asshole, which you greedily licked, swallowing the drink. When the glass was empty, you set it aside and spread my ass cheeks as wide as you could. Your tongue stiffened and began thrusting in and out of my tight asshole. You heard my moans, and it turned you on even more.

You stood up and lifted me with you. You pulled off my tank top and, bending down, started licking and sucking my nipples. I picked up my drink again and began pouring it—sometimes over one breast, sometimes over the other. You didn't let a single drop escape.

Between licks and sucks, you'd occasionally nip my nipples with small, sharp bites. You made me sit on the table and lie back, pulling my legs high into the air. You grabbed a chair and sat in front of me, right between my legs. Your head disappeared between my thighs. Your tongue rubbed hard against my clit. Your lips began sucking it, while two fingers disappeared deep inside my pussy. Your other hand reached for my breasts, fondling them firmly, rubbing my now rock-hard nipples. My moans grew louder. I could feel the wetness in my pussy increasing. My clit pulsed against your tongue, while the walls of my pussy greedily sucked your fingers. Suddenly, you thrust two fingers into my asshole. I could feel them meeting inside me, beneath the thin membrane of flesh separating my pussy from my ass. Gradually, you increased your rhythm.

You pulled your hand from my breast and brought it down to intensify my arousal. With your mouth fiercely working my clit, your tongue mercilessly lashing it, you now shoved three fingers of one hand deep into my pussy—only this time you bent them so their tips pressed against the walls of my pussy around the entrance to my cervix. This made me start moaning wildly. Then you thrust two fingers of your other hand into my ass, twisting them roughly. Almost simultaneously, you pushed your thumb into my pussy, along with the two fingers of your other hand. But now your thumb pressed down on the two fingers fucking my ass, rubbing the thin dividing flesh between them. Harder. Faster. Wilder. You had turned into a living vibrator, driving me full speed toward orgasm. Suddenly, letting out a loud scream, cursing between my gasps, I let go. My orgasms attacked me fiercely, mercilessly. I thrashed on the table, moaning, shouting, swearing, and gushing—you swallowed everything you could. It was the first time you’d seen me come so wildly, so powerfully, and for so long. You couldn’t count my orgasms anymore—they were continuous. My arousal had reached its peak. You abruptly stood up, pulled down your jeans, and in one motion shoved your cock deep into my pussy, without removing your hand, still fingerfucking my ass at the same time.

You fucked me fast, hard, with sharp thrusts, trying to bury your cock as deep inside me as possible. I had fallen into a whirlwind of back-to-back orgasms. There was no break between them, no pause—unless there was, it lasted mere seconds before the next one hit. You clenched, fighting not to come yet. But the relentless spasms of my pussy walls were driving you insane with arousal. With one hand, you pressed hard at the base of your cock, slowing your orgasm. Suddenly, without warning, you pulled me off the table and practically threw me face-down onto the floor. You aimed at my asshole and with one thrust, you buried your cock deep inside my ass.

Surrendered to my orgasms, the pain from my tearing ass only intensified my arousal—my climaxes grew even stronger. You fucked me fast. For some inexplicable reason, your cock had gone numb, standing rock-hard yet no longer feeling my orgasms. You leaned over me, your cock still pounding in and out of my ass, and brought your hands in front of me, between my legs. One hand gripped the upper part of my pussy, shoving two fingers inside and pressing them hard against my cervix, shaking them forcefully. At the same time, you rubbed my clit with your palm. I had completely let go, helpless to your assault and the relentless waves of my own orgasm.

You couldn’t take it anymore—physically, from exhaustion. I wanted you to come, to finally find peace. You pulled out of me, made me sit on the chair with you standing in front of me, legs spread. Immediately, I grabbed your cock at the base and shoved it into my mouth. I didn’t bother with the usual teasing games I often played with you. I knew—this time, you wanted me to make you come fast. “Fuck me, you whore,” you groaned. “Fuck me with your mouth and your fingers, hard. Rip me apart!!” Instantly, I brought my other hand around and gripped your balls for a second before, without hesitation, one of my fingers disappeared deep into your ass. I twisted it roughly, then began thrusting it in and out at the same pace as I bobbed my head up and down on your cock. You were panting, moaning. Soon, I could feel your body tensing, trembling. A mournful whimper rose from deep within you as, at last, your orgasm arrived.

“Hhhhhyyyyyyeeee—Aaaahhhhh, don’t stop, faster, aaaaahhhhh!” Immediately, your cock jerked in my mouth. My mouth filled with your hot, thick cum. Your ass clenched and released around my fingers in rhythm with your spasms. You pulled your cock out slightly, teasing it, just enough for me to feel the force of your cum lashing across my face, then shoved it back into my mouth. I sucked, licked, and swallowed, gulping it down with satisfaction. Even after you’d emptied yourself, I kept sucking and licking you. I kept working my fingers inside your ass—only now, my movements gradually slowed, matching the softening of your cock in my mouth.

When you had finally calmed completely, only then did I let go and slowly pulled my fingers out of your ass. You lifted me up, held me tenderly in your arms, and kissed me with all the sweetness you could muster, thanking me, in that moment, for the orgasm I had just given you.