Putting together storm – 4

Against my better judgment, I scooted up between her legs, now kneeling, my hand wrapped around my hard stiff prick placing it directly against her swollen pussy, that amazingly hard little clit of hers as she reached down. Now taking over for me, she spread herself trying to sit up in order to watch.

“Here,” I said, tossing her another pillow which she now placed behind her head so that she could.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I really do enjoy watching as much as feeling it while you do that.”

Even I had to admit it felt good, and looked hot. She was super slick at this point, and the sensation of her juices mingling with my own as I continued to leak out a fair amount of my own precum was intensifying the sensation for both of us.

“Let me play with it now,” she stated, reaching down clasping my cock as she began slapping it even more firmly than I had against her clit, at times furiously jabbing it, rubbing it. “Like that?” She asked hotly, her eyes lust filled and crazy mad with desire.

“Fuck yes!” I groaned audibly, admitting to it.

“Just imagine Tom…what it would feel like inside me.”

“Joy…”

“Oh come on Tom, at least admit you want to.”

“You know I do. But I won’t. I can’t.”

She laughed, groaning again however as she proceeded to gently rub the head of my dick back and forth against herself.

“I don’t think it would count if you were to stick the head in just a little. Just enough to feel my pussy lips sucking it.”

“So you say,” I told her. “But that’s not the problem here now is it? It’s too dangerous, and too tempting for one thing…for each of us. As much as I’d love feeling your cunt sucking my dick…there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen. I know you, one hunch of your ass, and you’d swallow me. And then it would be my word against yours, and I don’t think that an ‘oops, it just slipped in for a second,’ would cut it. I know you…or at least I think I do.” I started pulling away just a bit, now worried she might in fact simply cram it into herself holding it the way that she was.

She giggled then, releasing me, though again begging for me to continue teasing her that way. “Fine…then don’t. But at least keep rubbing me like that until you Tom yourself off on me,” she giggled again, the reference to my name obvious. “Tom it Tom, come on baby…make it spurt on me, drench my clit. You know how much I enjoy seeing that, feeling that. Come on me baby, so I can finish playing with myself while using your cum to do so with.”

At least it felt safer now. Sitting back on my haunches slightly, I began working my cock, still aiming and pointing it towards her cunt as she in turn continued toying with it, teasing herself…urging me on.

“That’s it baby…milk it for me, make it spray, make it shoot…make it spurt baby, come on Tom, give me that hot nasty sweet spunk…spray my pussy, my clit…”

Hearing her…looking at her, watching her and listening to the sounds she was making with her own juice as she fingered herself soon took me over the edge. I grunted, groaned, leaned forward and let fly. Spurt after delicious spurt began to leap from my cock, splashing against her, soaking her. She squealed in delight,

sitting up even further so she could watch, feel it as I continued pumping out ribbon after ribbon of hard-felt cum juice all over her pussy. Even when I’d quit ejaculating, she reached over, once again grabbing my cock, and then pressed it against her clit, still milking it. She rubbed herself, using me, smearing the wet sticky mess we had both made together all over her slick, silky, come-covered cunt.

“Oh fuck baby! Yeah, yeah…that’s it…make it, oh fuck…make me cum!”

She exploded then. Her pussy shooting out her own version of my ejaculate, though hers a bit more watery, more gushy in volume as she literally and figuratively, soaked each of us along with the sheets. For the first time, her scream of pure enjoyment and ecstasy drowned out the vibrations of the wind hitting the windows.