It sounds as good as it feels

“ I’m going to rub your clit, Sarah, to help you come harder.”

I described her clit to her saying how responsive it was; how easily hers was aroused. “Sometimes all it takes to arouse you is a few puffs of my warm breath onto it, like this.” I leant closer and put my mouth near it so she could feel my panting. “Your clit starts out the size of a tiny grain of sand buried deep in some very soft tissue. If I give it a few gentle flicks with my tongue or fingertip, it engorges and quickly is as large as a pea and as hard as a marble. I love to suck it into my mouth and roll it around when I’ve ‘gone down’ on you; when you’re climbing to your peak and filling my mouth with your juices. When your clit escapes it’s protective covering, it extends, points slightly downward, and is red and very sensitive. I can catch it between my teeth, then, and bite down ever so slightly to send you over the edge.”

Sarah usually bucksand clamps her legs hard around my head and holds me in place with her hands, as if daring me to abort the stimulation. “I’m putting the palm of my hand directly over your clit, Sarah, and I’m going to press and rub it at the same time. I’m putting another finger inside of you, too, Do you feel full?” I asked as my fingers pumped rapidly in and out of her vagina.

With each thrust, she growled, “Ughhh, ughhh” and began to thrust in synchronization with me. I told her how erotic she looked thrusting with her hips in the air and her pussy grinding into my hand. “I’m going to talk you through your climax, Sarah. I know you’re very close. Your mouth is open and your eyes are closed as you turn your head from side to side; your breathing is rapid and shallow. It’s hard to distinguish if the look on your face is one of agony or ecstasy. Your hips are in constant motion; trying to get as much stimulation and penetration as possible. FEEL my fingers, Sarah!! Your liquid surrounds them as they push in deeper and rub harder. Do you feel your liquid seeping between your legs? Listen to the sound of your excitement as my fingers fly in and out of your vagina! You’re so wet and your clit is so hard. Let me feel you suck me in deeper, Sarah. Let me feel your vagina squeeze my fingers; let me feel it convulse and spasm. I feel it starting, Sarah. KEEP GOING!!! Climax hard!! Let your liquid pour out!”

Sarah grabbed a pillow and put it over her mouth, muffling her release. I described to her how her legs are rising as if attached to some invisible **** and her feet rest on my shoulders. Her body, especially her legs jerk with each spasm of her vagina. She was drenching the alpaca rug beneath her with her much needed release. After a long while, I told her that her vaginal contractions were starting to decrease; her cries softened and turned into whimpers. I began to feel the blood rushing back into my fingers.

“I’m slowing down, Sarah. The stimulation is going to end soon and I’m going to ease out of you.” My fingers leave her sensitive spots. I took the pillow and uncovered her mouth. I waited for the dazed look to disappear from her eyes and say, “I want to taste you.”

I put the fingers that were shining with her juice slowly into my mouth and sucked them clean as Sarah watched. “You taste so sweet,” I murmured. “I need more; I’m going to suck from your pussy,” I moaned as I slowly disappeared between her legs. Her breathing was slowing and I heared her purring lightly, “Oh god, Paul,” over and over as I dipped my tongue into her nectar and sucked her to my hearts content.

Eventually I raised my head and made my way to her mouth, sharing her sweetness with her. I bathed her tongue with mine, coating it so she could taste how sweet she was. “I never get enough of you,” I said with urgency. Her lips are dry because she's been breathing through her mouth for so long. I coated them with her juices. I moved back between her legs, spreading her lips once again.

“Your slit gaps open now, Sarah. It always does that when you’ve been penetrated. Your outer lips are puffier than before and your clit looks like a swollen, red bud.” A smile crossed her lips. “That sounds as wonderful as I feel,” she whispered. I asked her if she was ready to go on. She softly answered, “Oh god, YES.”