Mom 7 - Mutual Heights

"No- no, pl-ple-OHHMY- OHMYFUCKINGGOO-..." is the extent of the warning you manage to give before the explosion tears through your body. Your legs tremble and shake and your hand cramps around hers. It's not that your loud orgasms are per se better or more intense than those which make you fall mute. Regardless, this one is loud. So loud, it turns into what's no less than a shriek of ecstasy. And it is just after you started letting it all out that Zoey's other hand finally covers your mouth.

"Holy, ugh, shit, girl!" she exclaims in surprise and her thrusts lose some speed but she does keep them coming - and keep you cumming. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your entire body is shaking, shivering, trembling, convulsing. You cry and drool into her palm and the level of debauchery you must be displaying right now is insane. But it feels incredible. Just like she's done time and time again already, Zoey keeps pounding you through your orgasm, stretching it longer and longer. This futa has already made you cum so hard you squirted all over her mattress, you confessed your love to her in front of strangers and you even borderline passed out. And it's been a fucking month. A single god damn month.

When you finally, after god knows how long, come down from your high, Zoey's still going. Your sensitivy is through the roof and each thrust sends a jolt through your whole being.

"You, hah, you need a, ugh, break?" she pants behind you, but you are nowhere near a position to tell her. In fact, you can barely say anything at all. Of course, your pussy is working overtime right now, taking more and more of her pounding despite the overstimulation, but god fucking dammit, does it feel incredible.

Even when her hand leaves your mouth, you can only whimper and moan instead of forming a coherent reply. Instead, you almost frantically shake your head, practically begging her not to stop. It feels too good. Fuck your overstimulation. She needs to go on. She NEEDS to bust inside you. Hell, the thought alone might make you cum again.

"Hahh, okay." the futan behind breathes and pinches both of your nipples, sending a sharp spark through your system. She quickly reintensifies her thrusts and you honestly feel like you're going cross-eyed at this point. You're so far over the fucking edge, it's like your pussy doesn't know wether to beg for mercy or more.

"Just... just a bit more..." Zoey grunts and now really squeezes your tits. Her fingers press into your flesh and her grip is firm and unforgiving. You can't help but smile because, holy fuck, you're a mess. A complete and total wreck. And you can already feel the next wave approaching, as if your body was only waiting for Zoey's climax to join her.

"Ohmygod y-yes p-pleaaase!" you babble and sob and reach back with a shaky arm which Zoey quickly grabs at the wrist. Then, you feel her forehead lean against the back of your head and her breath hitches. Oh god, you need it so bad. And you are about to receive it.

Zoey's grunts and the increasing pace and **** of her thrust leaves no doubt. Her body is tense, her abs are flexed and her dick is throbbing inside you. Wether it's her first or your second orgasm that comes first, it's like a race and it's about to-

"HhhhhNNNgggg FFFFFFFfuuuuck!!"

-finish.

It feels like Zoey is painting all of your insides white and it's exactly what your overstimulated body needs. Another wave is crashing, drowning, consuming you and all you can and want to do is ride it out, buckling and spasming under the sensation.

The two of you remain locked together, frozen, stiff, and shaking, riding out the mutual climaxes. Zoey cums absolute buckets, filling you up to the brim and beyond. You can even feel the excess run down your inner thighs, mixed with your own juices.

You grow so weak in the knees, not even Zoey's hold on you in enough for you to trust them. With your free hand you support yourself on the windowsill. God damn, your brain is fried. After cumming twice, your lower senses are heightened so much, you can feel every pulsing going through that futa cock as it releases the last of her seed into you.

After what felt like minutes, the afterglow starts to set in and slowly, ever so slowly, the two of you calm down. Heavy breaths turn quieter and the room falls silent, save for the sounds of the city outside. Oh and-

"Damn, brother, respect!" you hear a stranger's voice from outside, likely from a window above yours. Heh, whoever that was must think Zoey's a guy. God, she must've gotten some absurd noises out of you.

"Hah, thanks, man!" she calls back. You'd still categorize her voice as feminine, but the raspiness could potentially pass her off as a dude, especially with your deranged cries overshadowing it.

"I'm calling the police next time!" you hear a woman shout from a different direction. Instead of giving another reply, Zoey just groans and pulls you away from your window to close it. You kinda just let it happen, hanging limp in her arm and impaled on her cock.

"Hoo..." sighs the futa once the glass is closed and you feel her warm, tattooed arms wrap around your belly. "That was fucking something."

"Uh huh..." is the only response you can produce, resting the side of your face on her shoulder.

"You got a bomb ass pussy, baby." she says and the sheer crassness of her language would make you laugh if there was any energy left in you. This fucking dork. And her bomb ass cock.