Saturday, August 22, 2009
We’ve been like this for hours. I can’t stand it. I can’t move. Neither can she. She’s suspended above me, like a sack of potatoes. Only her hole, only that entry into another universe, only that streaming pulsar of her body is touching me. It touches me in one place. I am strapped to the bed; hips, legs, feet, arms, chest, head utterly unable to flinch or twitch or thrust. The head of my aching cock rests just inside the clenching muscles of her pussy. She hangs there, above me, dripping. When I involuntarily squeeze the muscles deep within my loins, the head of my dick expands and rubs against the inner walls of her vagina. She squeezes back. That is our conversation. The cum boils up the length of my rod until it spills out and runs out of her. Her juice leaks, like a slow spring, around the head of my cock and runs into the pool that has gathered beneath my straining balls. We are suspended like this, unable to move our hips, unable to drive into each other. She just hangs there, breathing hard, her pussy grabbing at my helplessly rigid tool. I just lie there, each heartbeat a pulse that goes right to the head of my dick. We are cumming. We have been cumming for hours. It’s just this insanely maddening slow leak of juice. My cock aches. My stomach is worn. The cum seems to be pouring out of me, even though I know it’s not. We are having a glacial orgasm. It is one, long, huge, expanding, cosmic, exploding orgasm that will re-create the world in which we live. Suddenly, she hiccups, her stomach muscles contract, she bounces in her harness, my cock spews all of the life of the universe into her and it runs, in cascading rivulets, down the length of my vomiting rod. The muscles relax, I drop out of her and fall asleep.