Intimatters

We’re taking a break from our regularly scheduled erotic saga to finish up another one. Enjoy the second and final piece of XXXBlackBook member kjallen’s A Need to Be Filled series.

A Need to Be Filled Chapter Two
By kjallen

I was done in, a quivering mass of flesh still enthralled by the bombardment of physical pleasure. My legs were shaking, my breath coming in hard pants, my mouth dry and my throat burning from the momentum of my screams. He, on the other hand was still hot. Wanting me… unbelievably aroused by the sheer magnitude of my orgasm, wanting to cum and spurt his hot seed into the depths of the moistness in which he was now encompassed. He controlled his desire… partially. He continued to thrust himself back and forth slowly in my depths until I was calmed from my orgasm. He then stood me up and faced him. “I believe,” he said, “that this needs to be moved onto the bed.”

I smiled and kissed him once again, hardly aware of my surroundings, only wanting more of that dizzying desire again. Here, I thought with the final remnants of my seared brain, is a man who can keep up with me! I smiled my ‘cat with the canary’ smile that told him (though he already knew) this was NOT over. I crawled over the bed, and turned and motioned for him to follow me. He moved in, straight between my legs, his rampant erection undiminished and glistening with my juices. His kissed his way up my body, stopping at various points I would think as innocuous, but when his mouth touched them they became alive, leaping with new nerve endings before unknown. He licked my thigh, nibbled my tummy, and kissed the area between my breasts, before moving on to the sensitive tips. When his mouth enveloped them, my back arched up almost off the bed in an agony of delight. His mouth was hot, wet, and strong, and each suckle or nibble sent shock waves directly to my cunt. I reached upward and shoved my fingers into his hair; holding onto his scalp, afraid to let go in case the sensations should lessen in any degree.

He moved upward again and we began to kiss. No, kiss is too simple a word. We began to meld. Our mouths opened and ate and sucked and teased one another. I felt him holding his body above mine, and my hips arched toward that great cock in an effort to feel it again. He smiled and teased, brushing my pussy lips with the tip then moving away, again and again. I grit my teeth and vented my frustration in a groan. He loved it, and took that moment to begin the luscious slide back within my body. I moved my hands from his head down to his ass and pulled him into me, hard.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. We both moaned at the final connection. He began to move. I was in heaven again, dying with ecstasy. Each time he moved in me, I moaned and he watched. Intent on my sounds and my face, we looked at each other as his body invaded mine. His male beauty was set in fierce angles, mine in a clenching and unclenching motion that visibly portrayed how he was making me feel. I was alternately opened mouthed with moans, biting my lip, and smiling a satisfied smirk. He began to shove deeper, and a sound came from my throat at each interval of his cockhead hitting the mouth of my womb. So his rhythm changed at this visible sign of my pleasure. He began to tease.

He saw and paid attention to each subtle motion of my body, each soft (and LOUD!) sound that came from my throat. It was telling how much he watched, because he would find the way that made my body react the strongest and he would do it again, as if experimenting with his sexual test subject. He found the rhythm that pleased us both. Soft, slow, shallow thrusts, taunting me with his length and then a HARD pound to the depths of my cunt. Shoving himself in so far a sound was not made, it was forced from my throat. He was in heaven, having found a woman who could take all he could give and still want more. Again and again he did this, teasing and then a hammer-like thrust. My back was arched, my legs open and up, my heels brushing his middle back, my mouth open, and my mind in a transient state of bliss. I was not me, but the essential female sexual being.

I lost the reason to know or comprehend time or my surroundings; my mind focused solely on his body, his mouth, his sweat, and his cock. I came suddenly, and HARD. He loved it, my orgasmic screams making him feel that testosterone enhanced manly feeling of sexual power. He kept going, pushing my legs now over his shoulders and sitting upright, looking down and watching his extended length moving in and out of my swollen folds. He saw the engorged size of my clit, smelled the musky-sweet aroma of my sex, and felt the dripping gush of my wetness. He was MAN; elemental, hard, driving himself into the softer sex of a female, conquering, powerful, and predominant. I watched this, feeling the shakes left from my recent orgasm, which his movements kept from disappearing. I reached down and swirled my fingers in my cream, rubbing them over and over my tingling clit, keeping myself on the sharp edge of pleasure.

He wanted more and more and more, and I agreed. We changed positions, allowing me the opportunity to crawl up over that hard maleness and sit that revered ass on his reddened cock. I felt him go into me in this, my favorite position. His neck was arched, his head thrown back. He looked up at me again, smiling that sexy grin, reaching for my swaying breasts as I moved on him. He pinched them, squeezed and rolled my aching nipples in his fingertips as I moved my clit back and forth on him, feeling his dick so deep. I began to move harder, to shove myself down further, grinding. He reached for my hands and twined our fingers together, helping me with the leverage I needed. I let go and used the wall behind his head to push myself further down onto his thick pole. He reached for my hips and helped guide my frantic movements. I began to shake again, my orgasm violent. My neck arched back, my legs clenched and my back curved and thrust out my tits. I came so hard I almost fainted. Four orgasms already and he was still hard and wanting more. I was going to die happy.

We rested for a few moments, he holding me and allowing me to calm my breathing. I turned from him, pushing the smoothness of my back and my buttocks into his chest. I wiggled at him, teasing his cock with the indentation of my ass, allowing him to slide within the crack. He moaned and teased me, laughing with happiness that my sexuality and desire matched his own. We turned, pushing me onto my tummy, prodigious bottom in the air waiting for him. He slid inside deep. He groaned and would moan the word “DAMN!” every few moments, enamored desperately with the view of my rounded cheeks, full curved thighs, and voluptuous frame.

He began to move in earnest, pushing himself inside me over and over, harder. Then he did it, one of the things guaranteed to drive me over the proverbial wall. He started to spank. Not too hard, until I screamed how much I loved it. He smacked me hard, pistoning his cock into my depths at the same time in a torturous rhythm. My pussy clenched at each moment of impact, my ass tingled, hot and sensitive. He said words, hot words, talking bout how much he knew I liked it, about how much my ass needed spanking, about how bad I was, and about how good at it I was. I did it, screaming loudly, wailing “HARDER!” I peaked. It lasted forever, and made my body come up almost off the bed, climbing the wall in front of me.

Five down, how many more to go?” I guess I did not realize I spoke aloud, because he responded, “Let’s break every record. I want you to come so many times you will be unable to walk.” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that sounded blissful. He turned me over and immediately slid back into me again, obviously eager for more. He was sweating; I was sweating, still shuddering every few moments from leftover vestiges of pleasure. His eyes closed his face close to mine and I could smell his hunger. He wanted to come, needed to. His body was now striving for it, the rhythm hard and fast and deep, not coming out of me so much as moving inside of me. I watched as his already firm muscles began to become delineated, his neck arched and his breathing rasped over my neck.

Seeing how I made him, I was almost ready to shatter again. He moaned, “How do you want me to come?” I immediately knew I wanted to feel it gush inside of my wetness, and told him so. “In me, PLEASE. Come in me. I want to feel your cock pour out its cum inside of me.” He began to strive in earnest now, pushing himself in over and over, rubbing his chest against my tits. I reached down and grasped his clenched buttocks, pulling him into me harder and harder. It was there, in my grasp, my eyes closed and watched the sparks behind my lids. I felt it then, as he pushed his dick in me HARD. His cock began to shake, and vibrate. I felt the muscles as they pushed out gobs of cum into my womb; I felt each spurt his cock made. It threw me up and over the edge of my orgasm before I realized it was there. When I came back to reality, his hard warmth was resting on me; his breath was still coming in pants that matched my own.

We refreshed ourselves and spent the rest of the day in sexual bliss, adoring each other’s bodies and prodigious appetites. Before I returned him to the airport that evening, he had made a new record of 3 orgasms for himself and 14 for me, and made plans for another rendezvous. We have since been together again, and his magnificence has yet to be exceeded by any of my other lovers. We have plans for yet another orgasmic marathon (with a head start in the airport stairwell) and the possibility of joining a swingers club to act out our fantasies of multiple partners.

I find that my need still exists, but for a moment of time, it was filled most satisfactorily.