"Yes, babe. Yes I am. You OK?" I shuddered to think that such a large cock was pulsing in me. We waited, still. I felt him tense his muscles a little, making his flesh jump inside me. I giggled uncontrollably. "Ah, you like that?" He did it again and the laughter relaxed me even more and he began to actually pump in and out. His motions were smooth and small, but not tentative. He knew exactly what to do. I felt the excitement growing in my bowels and ass. I felt the orgasm welling up in a different place than I had felt in a very long time. I had come from giving head; I had come from getting it. I had come from cocks and fingers on my vulva and vagina, but it had been ages since I had come from a beautiful dick in my ass and I was about to relive it.
The tempo of his strokes had quickened, as had the length. Just when I thought the painful pleasure was too much, he stopped, waited, stroked my clit. I felt our sweat on the back of my thighs, felt him loose more saliva onto us to ease our motions. My orgasm was held in check again and I was stunned at his ability to hold off.
"Get that vibrator. The little white one." I did as I was told. "Hold it against your clit and let me know if I need to change anything." He waited while I flicked on my favorite toy. It's hummingbird motions coupled with the depth of his penetration had me on the verge again quickly, but then I felt it and I knew suddenly why he had taken so much time. In this state, I was focused almost entirely on myself and my pleasure. Only then could he really let go. I felt three, maybe four strokes. Soft and long. But then it started and all I could do was hang on. He was taking himself almost all the way out and sinking back into me, hilting himself. I felt his balls against my labia as I bent my head lower, lifted my ass higher, to meet him.
After all the time he had taken, all the pleasure he had given, he was taking his own and I felt like a blessed receptacle for his passion. His hands gripped my hips and slammed me back into him. He had opened me so fully and so well, that I welcomed and matched his thrusting. His hand gripped the back of my hair, pulling me painlessly, but very forcefully, up onto my elbows. I moaned, screamed, pled with him to make me come as I kept the vibe against me. His pace quickened and I could feel his breath come short as I exploded, cunt and ass, in passion and desire and joy. He followed suit, groaning and shaking his orgasm, pulling the last bit out of me as I turned to catch the final drops on my outstretched tongue. His face distorted and tight, he gazed down in time to see me catch his head in a little slurp, like a child with a lollipop.
His cream was already leaking out of me, seeping down my thighs in a sticky mess. I spread my legs wide and lay tummy down on the floor, ass pointed now toward my lover. The sight of another man's jis lubing me, another man having opened me and made me ready, had taken its toll. I heard the third orgasm then, chuckling as I watched the new man come out of his own ecstasy induced haze. Luckily, I thought, one was never enough for my lover. There would be time enough after I got this one on his way.
