1. S's Story


    Date: 1/12/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    yet, little one. Soon... soon." With these words, knowing she would be allowed release, she steeled her will and pulled her mind away from her physical being as much as possible, determined to resist the sensations and remain beyond her needs. It was an arduous fight. How could he know exactly how long and how hard to pinch her nipple and how long to wait before doing it again? What had told him the pattern she, herself, used when pleasuring herself, the exact pressure, the exact timing? She felt the flush of her skin that always preceded the crest of her bliss and struggled to keep herself from passing that ultimate point when she heard (Felt? Sensed?) his voice in her ear, "Now, little one… for me." She unclasped her hands, unaware until that very moment that she had been squeezing them together so tightly that her fingernails had dug into the skin on the back of her hands. She freed her mind and body from the wall of will she had built, allowing both to rush headlong and wild into the flood of pleasure bursting forth from every cell of her being. Her mouth opened and a long, impossibly loud, cry of pure ecstasy rang in her ears as she felt her stomach contract as if it was trying to expel every organ inside her. Reflexively, her arms reached up made contact with him, her hands gripped his shoulders and squeezed as her cry broke and changed pitch and tone. Again and again, her hips writhed and her ...
    lungs heaved in a desperate grasp for air and then emptied instantly. She felt the ripples of hot electricity tear through her, mind and body. After what seemed like the third time she crested over that peak of pleasure, she realized that his fingers (two, three, four?) had never stopped their movement inside her and that his thumb still stroked and teased her clit. She wondered if she might lose consciousness and that, if she did, she'd not feel this torrent of release. She tried to speak, to ask for mercy, to beg him to stop before she became lost in her pleasure but could only shake her head. That, though, was enough and his fingers slowly slipped from within her, almost painfully as she was so intensely sensitive there. As she released her crushing grip on his shoulders, she wondered if the rest of her body was as sensitive and was answered by a gentle caress on her hip... cheek... breast... arm, each causing her to jump, twitch, or spasm. Without a word from him, the touches continued, each one becoming longer, less powerful, more calming. She heard, above her panting and thundering heartbeat, the wet sound of suckling and then felt his fingers on her lips as he shared her taste with her. She sucked and licked his fingers hungrily, greedily, her mind still tumbling, unable to express her gratitude in any other way. But there was no need. He spoke softly into her ear, "No, little one, thank YOU."
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