It was the whirr of the oversized vibrator that roused her. How many times, she wondered in the small corner of her brain that still functioned. How many times had he made her cum.
“Noo…no more…I can’t….” she moaned.
“Yesssss,” he growled in her ear. “Your final test to see if that belt stays off,” he said, pressing the vibe hard against her. “I know you can cum again. One, two, however many I can wring from your greedy, sopping cunt.”
Her body arched as she spasmed again. Her ass fell to the mattress, wet and chilly beneath her hot cheeks, before rising again in the agony of orgasm. Her nipples drew tight, her clit pressed deeply against the steadily churning head of the monster.
“Aaaaaahhhh!” she shrieked, the shocks from her overstimulated bud painful, so painfully sensitive.
He moved, changing the angle of the vibe, slipping his fingers into her, finger fucking her roughly. Her head tossed as a steady babble came from her mouth, wordless pleas for mercy.
Gods, she was glorious in this state, he thought, the wild freedom of her pain writ over her body, the tremors of orgasm in her belly, her tits, her thighs. Her hair plastered wetly around her head, sticky bits of sperm and spit glistening on her cheeks, her lips, her breast. Though he’d had her several times already, he felt himself growing hard again, watching her writhing. He controlled this, controlled her for this moment. Her body was his to direct, an orchestra of flesh at his disposal. The thickening shaft between his legs demanded her pussy again.
His fingers, slippery with her juices, grabbed her legs, flipping her to her side. Her eyes were blind now, staring at him blankly, as her mouth opened and closed on the animal noises she squeaked at him. Keeping the vibe pressed against the top of her vee, he jogged his hips forward and sank into the hot, slippery cauldron of her cunt. For a moment he could only pause, his penis sucking up the incredible warmth, the slickness of her. He felt her quivering deep inside, surrounding his dick with an unceasing squeezing of her muscles. Hips moving almost of their own accord, he slid out, then back, increasing the pace, then the violence. The hum of the vibrator buzzed at him when he was buried deep in her, the sensation sending quivers of pleasure shock to his balls. He pummeled her pussy then, driving hard, driving deep, driving them quickly up the ramp from lust to raw animal need. His ass tightened with every thrust, his cock thickening as her whimpers came faster, her voice rougher. Each punch of his penis forced a gutteral grunt from her, making him even harder.
When the shockwave of another orgasm rocketed through her, her pussy walls clamped him like a vise of molten lava. Teeth gritted, face straining, he withdrew, slammed home, withdrew again, then drove deep into her boiling cunt, and exploded. With one final coherent thought, he switched off the vibe before falling across her, panting.
When they roused, they were stuck together.
“You are glued to me,” she moaned as he peeled his arm from her left tit.
“It’s not my fault that you have superglue for drool,” he replied, wincing as he rose up on his free arm, trying to find the other one.
“I think your pussy tried to kill me,” he muttered.
“It would have been a mutual killing,” she said with a slurred giggle. “Your cock tried to spear my lungs out of me.”
“Your cunt tried to suck me in by my dick, I felt it trying to Hoover me in there.”
“You did it, so you deserved every moment you were terrorized by my pussy.”
“You may have a point there,” he mused, grimacing as he pushed away, his thighs firmly melded to hers.
“OH! Ouch!” she yelped as he peeled away. “Dammit! You’re friggin’ exfoliating me! And that’s YOUR cum, by the way, I distinctly remember you spraying me with your load.”
“Load? What are you, a porno writer?” He laughed, but was blushing.
“Are you…blushing?” She giggled, pointing at him.
“Crap is a ‘load’…semen is something else.”
“You’re pretty spunky after being fucked brainless, you know.”
“Cute,” she said, rolling her eyes, giving that teeny head-shake that let him know she didn’t think he was cute at all. Little brat!”
“I AM cute. And yes, I covered you in my spunk. I did NOT dump a load on you or you’d be covered in shit.”
He paused, his eyes widening. Oh, she could hardly wait for this, she mused, watching his face.
“Unless…what?” she asked, knowing she shouldn’t.
“Unless it’s your unspoken, ultra-dirty fetish.”
“What…oh gods…you…NO! Oh gross, no. I mean, not to judge people who are into shit..but heyll YES, I’m judging. Eww. Just…ewwwww. No. No Sir, I am definitely NOT into poop play. Ugh. Just…” She shuddered dramatically.
“Well,” he said, his tone reluctant, “If you’re sure?”
“I’m totally and completely sure. If you shit on me…”
“I’m not really into public shitting. I’d have to get a volunteer to shit in a bucket or something.”
“Now that, THAT? Is the epitome of “gross”, ” she said, using air quotes over the word gross.
“I can not believe you are air quoting after I just fucked you into tomorrow.”
“I had pent up orgasms. I feel MARVELOUS! In fact, if we weren’t stuck together on your …spunk…I’d be up and twirling with the bliss running in my veins. I am HIGH on sex right now.”
“I see..” He rose from her in one quick moving, making them both gasp.
“FUCK!” they said in unison.
“Jesusgod,” he moaned, cupping himself. “My balls were stuck to you and your vicious pussy!”
“HOLY FUCKBALLS!” she yelped, grabbing her cunt. “You took ten layers of skin off my pussy!”
And then she began to laugh, pointing at him and guffawing. With a frown of injured pride (and sore testicles), he tried valiantly to not let the grin quirk his lips.