by C R Long

Dedications: Thank you Jove, without you I wouldn’t be here.

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Copyright © 2007 by C R Long. All Rights Reserved.

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I won’t share the realm of fantasy that has become such an integral part of the process. The process that delivers the sweetest, most earth shattering, mind-blowing, shooting-star producing, full-body-quaking orgasms I have ever had.

It’s got me reaching for the lube, filling my palm.

My God, does anything quite compare to that first touch on the tip of your clit with that warm slippery substance?

Careful not to lose any of it I turn onto my stomach, raise my right knee and place my whole palm over cunt. I moisten the lips from the outside in, then slip my index finger just inside to slide over the silky-smooth protrusion.

Fuck… that takes my breath away.

I adore that edgy sensation of touching myself so lightly - seducing myself, holding back when I really just want to go hard out.

Slowly, I circle my index finger up and over my clit and venture a little further down one side and then the other, probing deep between the fleshy, swelling labia. The smooth, warm surfaces become so slippery, so sensitive.

I’m dying here.

I reach a little lower now, a little deeper, to that ultra silky smooth space between the inner lips, probing for that next level of sensation. Up and back, a little further each time, knowing that I need two fingers there now. One just isn’t cutting it any longer.

Seeking the depths more completely now, I feel my own cum seep up to meet my fingers and join forces with the lube. It makes the luscious swirling, stroking motions so fluid. The folds are full and swollen. They pout and envelop my fingers as I trail them lightly back and forth, then stroke up to my clit and massage it softly between the tips of my fingers. The need to slide back down either side of my clit proves too great. I want that gorgeous, deep tingling again. I set a rhythm between my index finger and second finger that creates a scissor movement on either side of my clit. Jesus, God! I can almost taste the tension as it builds deep in my pelvis. My legs stiffen and relax alternately, riding the wave.

Involuntarily my mind flies to a moment where my head is buried between the legs of a woman I have wanted for a lifetime. She’s straight and conservative as hell, but I seduce her and she is begging for it. Overwhelmed by her scent and the rush of moisture I feel as my tongue buries itself, my cunt twitches with hers. My tongue is as deep as it will go and my lips are pressed in an open mouthed kiss over her, my teeth grazing her clit. I slide out of her gently and bring my lips together, suckling her, kissing her.

She shudders beneath me, crying out and coming hard.

My fingers have taken on a mind of their own, thrusting deeper now, forcing my legs further apart. My inner cunt is crying out to be filled and stretched.

I’m beginning to pump my hips forward against my hand – it’s involuntary – forcing my palm tight against my clit, burying my fingers deep. My cum has taken over from the lube, I can feel it filling me, seeping between the gaps in my fingers, dampening the sheet beneath me. I try to stop my ass pumping…need to hold back a little so as not to disturb her. Fuck…I don’t think I can.

My thoughts hijack me again, this time to a time and place where I play online, dabbling in cybersex. I am wet with anticipation waiting for her name to appear. She is there, her words flash across the screen in my mind, describing in detail, just for me, what she is doing to herself. She comes right there, before my eyes and the feeling of power is incredible. The thought of making her come without touching her incites a whole new rush of sensation in my cunt that reverberates through my gut to my puckered nipples and takes me higher, brings me closer.

I am beyond the point where my fingers alone will get me off and I reach for the vibrator. The need to be filled is overwhelming. The moisture from my hand is enough to lube it, I’m soaked. I need it inside me - now.

The head of the vibe settles on my clit – sensational, but I can’t handle it. It drives me crazy. I am a second away from coming but it’s just not quite enough to get me there. My clit quivers against it, desperate.

My breath comes harder now. I push deeper, but I lift my ass higher, not allowing it to penetrate too deep, too fast. It’s slipping and sliding and slapping loosely against my engorged lips, and it feels amazing. This is the sensation I could handle forever, not intense, but soft and gentle and exceptionally smooth and… Jesus, there are no words worthy of it.

Oh my God, I forget to breath. I don’t want to lose this moment.

I can feel my inner walls contract and I must fill myself with this cock. I try to thrust slowly, but it’s not possible. I need to grind my hips into it, bury it.

A groan escapes from my throat. I attempt to muffle it with my pillow and a fist, biting down hard.

The luscious, spongy walls of my cunt have closed around the cock and my hips begin a new slow grind.

My thoughts fill with the memory of being fucked hard against a brick wall by a leather-clad biker dyke with a huge dick strapped to her. I hold on to her ass and suck her tongue for all I’m worth as she pounds away at me. She is a little taller than me and as she thrusts and grinds, the dick slides up and over my clit time and again.

She pulls out of me and pushes me to my knees, forcing me to suck her. She is so desperately close to coming. I grip her cock and flick my tongue over the head. She watches me suck it deep into my throat. I can’t take my eyes from hers, and I watch her come as I grind the base of the cock over her clit. My fingers snake inside her and push her toward oblivion. Then she shakes and thrusts against me, forcing me back against the wall and she comes again.

Oh God, yes, finally. Fuck. My breath comes in ragged spurts - when I remember to take a breath.

The base of the vibrator disappears inside me. I have to hold it tight between my fingertips. I bury it to the hilt and twist it around so the first knuckle of my thumb rubs against the base of my clit. I force my hips to rotate slower.

Excruciating desperation is driving me on. The exquisite sensation is incomparable. If only I could capture it somehow, make it last.

Blackness rises behind my eyes, oxygen deficiency creeps in.

Now… dammit… I have to let go, I have to breathe.

Yes. Please. Let me come. My fingers are flying.

All my fantasies blend. They come together, crying out, moaning and shuddering blissfully… their cunts convulsing, their clits quivering, all at once, pushing me to the brink.

Yes, Fuck! I’m coming with them. I’m falling, tensing, gripping, stiffening. I force the vibrator as deep and as hard as I can stand it. It’s all over me like a wave, on me, in me, overwhelming me, gripping my insides and twisting …rolling me onto my back…forcing my thighs to grip together, clenching again and again.

Please let it last - just a few seconds longer. Please…

“Baby, did you just come?” She whispers soft and low, throwing an arm over my shoulder, pulling me close.

Stunned by her words breaking the silence, and still sucking air into my thirsty lungs, I turn in to her embrace, “Uh... Yeah… sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I’ve been awake a while.” Her breath is warm against my cheek. “It’s so sexy watching you. I was wet, and when I heard you moan…Jesus.” She gasps.

“You don’t mind that I didn’t share that with you?” I hear myself asking her.

“You did, baby, you just didn’t know it.” She whispers, a contented sigh passing her lips.

The End

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