Taking me by surprise

With that, she suddenly pushes me over, laying me on my back, rears up, and throws a leg over my hips to straddle my throbbing cock, all in one fluid, sensually graceful motion. Before I can say anything, she lines her pussy up with my dick, using one hand to hold me in place, and drops, letting gravity do the work. She throws back her head and howls, pointing her tits at the ceiling, as she impales herself fully on my pole.

“I thought—you didn’t want—go home—smelling of sex!” I gasp.

“Don’t—care,” she gasps in return. “Can shower—at home . . . fucker won’t—be there—anyway . . . off with his—fucking—little whore . . . don’t want to leave—with you washed away. Take sex—take your cum—home with me . . . Want to—fuck you back.” She suits action to words, her movements as mesmerisingly sensual to watch as to feel. Siobhan grinds herself back and forth against me, rocking her hips; she swings her hips from side to side like a model sashaying down the catwalk; she gyrates on my pole. She moves her ass in circles, in figure-eights, and in yet more complex patterns. She locks her fingers behind her head and arches her back, thrusting out her tits, then undulates her back. She fucks my cock in ways I’ve never felt before, rubbing it all around her cunt.

Even as hard as I’ve already cum tonight, I feel another climax building steadily. This is partly because Siobhan’s insanely tight pussy squeezing my prick and working it over feels inexpressibly good. It may be even more because she has just (finally?) unleashed her sensuality; she has discovered her raw sexuality and turned it loose, glorying in it, and the result is utterly intoxicating. I reach up and grab her tits, squeezing them and twirling her nipples. Her eyes half-close and she moans, “More . . . more . . . more . . .”

I play roughly with Siobhan’s tits, tweaking, pulling, and twisting her nipples; she moans louder and louder and moves faster and faster. Finally, she lifts herself almost off my cock, then slams her hips down, and without transition is fucking me up and down, hard and fast. Her hair bounces and flies around as she rides me feverishly, to the accompaniment of guttural moans from both of us. “Cum for me, baby,” I pant. “Let yourself loose and cum all over my cock. Cum like a real fucking woman on a real man’s cock. Cum like the fucking sex goddess you are. Cum for me one last time, sexy, and let me fill your tight little pussy with my cream.”

That sends Siobhan over the edge. She slams herself down on me and throws back her head as a shriek like a hunting falcon tears from her throat. Her body detonates above me, setting off my answering orgasm. As her fucktunnel spasms furiously around my cum cannon, it goes into full automatic mode, firing rapid burst of cum deep into her molten core. She writhes above me in pure bliss, every muscle in her body seeming to participate in her climax, her much-neglected pussy sucking every drop it can get out of my prick. Then, like flipping a switch, she goes completely limp and falls forward. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight as she buries her face in my neck and weeps—whether in sorrow, in joy, in simple release, or in some complex combination, I cannot tell.