“It starts with an odd, vague ache somewhere deep inside of me It could be deep in my pussy, my belly, my rectum or even my tits.” I noticed her nipples were hardening.
I sat up across from her, scooting in close, still attending her pussy, gingerly. “Tell me how it feel as it builds, Sarah,” I prompted. As I spoke I started exerting slightly more pressure on her. She was beginning to uncross her legs, opening wider to me. “My heart beats faster while the ache gets stronger and stronger and spreads throughout my body. I battle between getting more stimulation or avoiding it.” I latched on to her breast and gently started sucking as she spoke. My fingers never stopped moving. Sarah gasped, “That feels so good,” and she reached over to rub on her other breast. I released her breast and asked, “What happens next, Sarah?” I started kissing her neck as I waited for her to answer and I continued to stroke her lips and vagina.
“It’s as if every nerve in my body is super charged,” she murmured as I nuzzled her neck. “Then all the feelings start coming together like they’re being pulled by a magnet. I’ll start to feel tiny waves of pleasure, like little electrical shocks. At first, the feeling comes just every once in while; then it gets stronger and comes more often,” she paused briefly. “Your fingers are magical, Paul,” she moaned. She tried to guide my fingers to her clit as I spoke. “What do you do when the feeling starts coming fast and hard,” I asked. “The tension is so strong, that I start feeling like a rubber band stretched to the limit; something has to give, but as the spasms start coming, you want them to go on and on. There is nothing to compare it to. I never want it to stop, but eventually it comes to an end; I’m sad and relieved at the same time when the orgasm is over. It is such an intense experience that it can’t go forever or I’d be dead.” Just as Sarah finished talking I started rubbing her clit. She pushed against my fingers and hand. “Rub it harder. Harder.” She grunted. “Let me make you come over and over, Sarah. Do you want that,” I asked. “Yes,” she whimpered as she reached out to hold my hand against her clit. “I will make that happen, sweetheart. I won’t stop until I’m ready, OK,” I asked. She cried out, “Yes, yes.”
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