The Never Ending Story
Act 6
They say that, in the instant of your death, all the events of your life, pass through your mind in a millisecond, as though time itself simply froze to allow the movie to play through. It seemed fitting then that the french word for orgasm means literally "little death" because the combination of his flashing eyes and the swelling inside her lips made her clench and shudder a little. It was just a little shudder, but it happened in perfect sync with a long, low rolling thunderclap, and that sound effect made the shudder a little bigger, made her pussy lips grasp him just a little tighter and, when they did, her rising lips brought the very edge of her stiff little pearl into the groove which ran under his cock head, and it seemed to lodge there and swell and stiffen a little more.
And in the fraction of time that these events occupied, her mind replayed - in slow and vivid detail - each and every movement that his tongue had ever made within and around her pussy. It caused a direct contact between her clit, nestled safely within the groove under his cock head, and his swelling hardness. Looking up into her eyes he saw and knew her expression, recognised her as being on the edge balanced and spinning and her visible climax beginning sent him up several gears of hardness and size so quickly that he flicked past her pearl and was freed. Suddenly empty, with her lips open and her clit still vibrating from the flick of his cock she gasped, and flooded her way up his chest and onto his waiting tongue. He began to do what he did best, the one skill that he had perfected with her and which guaranteed that they would be together forever. It seemed unnecessary to attempt to fathom the fates that would bring together a man who loved two things.... eating pussy and watching the woman he loved climaxing, and a woman who so easily, willingly and totally loved to be eaten and to come. It was only sufficient that it had happened and, as his expert tongue began to churn inside her, rooting and sucking and stroking and probing, licking and flicking, she raised her arms high over head and her face to the falling rain and screamed to the thunder Gods "yyyeeesssssss, I'm Cumming!" and, like never before, she did.
His hands gripped her ass, then her tits. His fingers found and destroyed the underwear before it could get in the way any further. His mouth was like a wild creature in her loins, snuffling and chewing gently at her labia, digging into each crease to reveal the live nerve endings hiding there and drinking her "God" she wondered "How can he breath, why isn't he drowning?" The rain, sheeting down and pouring from her breasts and chin formed two rivers at her hips which met in his mouth with the heat from her own cascading lava flow. But before she could even consider what. if anything, she should or could do, he literally sat up and laid her hard down on her back, legs still thrown over his shoulders and he drove into her like a madman, like an industrial piece of power-driven machinary. A low wild sound came from her throat and grew until it came from her lips as one long, breathless....."Oh my God oh my God oh my God"
She grabbed his shoulders, his back, his ass, any part of his flesh that she could pull at to try and get more of him inside. She was convinced in the back of her mind that she would never survive such a series of orgasms as kept building inside of her like giant earthquakes, too fast for her to release. Her hands fell to his ass just in time to feel his cheeks tighten and she watched, almost in slow motion, as the actions between her legs were reflected on his face, like a giant high pressure fountain she felt his seed boil up between her thighs and buldge past her gripping lips. It seemed to take forever to surge the entire length of him inside of her. She had begun the final release as the heat wave had rubbed past her pearl, but it exploded within her when he did. He poured gallons into her, or so it seemed coating and basting her insides totally, filling every space in her body with the essence of his being. It was as though he was entirely inside of her, his skin in hers, his bones in hers, his heart and soul inside of her own and it was never ever going to end...She determined, at about the same time that he realised, that he would never get his heart and soul back again, it was now a part of her very being and would remain that way for all eternity.
And that no matter what would befall them, in this life or any other, nothing would ever be able to separate them again. It would be easier to dissect the wind and to split sunshine in two. They had become not just a mixture but a blend.
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