I began digging my heels into his back, trying to pull him up onto me. "Fuck me. Put your dick in me and fuck me. I've waited for so long. I've trained for you, I can't get pregnant. Fuck me and cum in me NOW!" Oh, crap! I let the training part slip. I hoped he didn't pick up on it.

Guess he didn't. He moved up over me, sliding his chest across my body, my stomach and breasts, as he did, taking a moment to suck each nipple. More shocks to the groin from them. When I felt his dick at my groin I reached down, grabbed it, and put it between my lips at my opening. In one smooth, firm motion, his dick slid in until he was completely buried in me.. Oh, My, God! He fit perfect. Slight pressure on my cervix, filling me until I was tight but not uncomfortable. Still some room for my muscles to work. I began flexing them on his dick, a technique I'd spent many hours with dildos and real dicks perfecting. I'd gotten guys off with neither of us moving, just with those muscles.

I opened my eyes and saw his mouth glistening with my juices. I lifted my head to his, kissed him briefly, then licked myself from his face. Mmmmm. I felt his dick spasm in me as I did it. He groaned and began moving in me; slowly pulling out until that gorgeous head was barely in, then he shoved it back in to the hilt, grinding his pubic hair into my clit. That lasted for a few strokes, then his pace increased as he began losing control. I matched his movements with my hips, pulling him into me with my heels on his ass. Again I heard myself screaming as my orgasm rose again. The squishy sounds of my wetness, his balls slapping my soaked ass, his ragged breathing and grunts, my screams and groans and moans, the soggy sound of the drenched cushion under me, the smell of sex. We were rutting now, animals needing release. I dug my nails into his back, not bringing blood, but enough to leave long red marks as trophies of our passion.

With a loud groan he lifted himself from me. I felt his arm hooking under my left knee, then the other arm under my right. He slid my legs up onto his shoulders, pinning me below him. I was his subject now, all I could do was lay there as he pounded himself into me. My body jarred with each thrust he made. Everything faded until there was nothing left but his dick hammering into my pussy, and the sounds and smells of us. I had never cum like this before. I was electric. I was light. I was liquid. I was fire. I hoped I survived, physically and mentally. I hoped it would never end.

Then I heard him cry out; a gasp, a moan, a shout, a laugh all mixed into one; and his dick slammed into me with a final, greatest force and he shook on top of me. I felt his dick twitch and spasm. I felt his boiling seed slam into my cervix with each jump of his dick. I heard my own cries with each blast I received. It seemed to go on forever. I felt myself filling with his release.

Slowly, eventually, the most massive orgasm I'd ever experienced began to subside. Reality drifted back. I lay there, eyes closed, breathing deeply and steadily as I'd learned to do, allowing my faculties to return. I heard Steve's ragged breathing above me. I'd have to teach him this trick. When I was completely back, I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight of Steve's face looking down at me in total satisfaction. I smiled to match his smile and my internal joy. Reaching up, I lightly stroked his face. I said something along the lines of "Finally" and something about it being better than I imagined. I was in such bliss looking at him in my afterglow that I really don't remember. He didn't reply. Actually, he looked almost in shock, poor man. I could relate. If I hadn't learned as much as I had before this encounter, I likely would be, too.

I eased him off me to my side, feeling his now slightly smaller dick slid out of me, leaving a trail across my thigh. What I wanted to do next had disgusted a few guys in the past, so I asked him "Does a woman liking the taste of a man bother you?" Still in a bit of a daze, he shook his head "No." Delighted, I reached down and placed two fingers into my pussy, scooping out the combination of our juices. I closed my eyes as I sucked the liquids from my fingers, running my tongue all around to clean them well. It was nectar. Even mixed with me, I could tell his taste wasn't too strong. Not to salty, not too thick. Just the right flavor and consistency. I looked forward to him to squirting into my mouth. Soaking my fingers in my pussy again, I offered him some. He shook his head again, as I figured he would. No matter. I laughed and said, "More for me!"