Blame Abba Chapter 3

"You're so tight!" he gasped at me. "I don't think I can hold it!"

He kissed my nipple and bit it lightly with his teeth.

"Don't wait," I said. "Don't fucking hold it. Fuck me hard, Patrick, please. Make me a woman, I do so want it."

I felt his climax building deep within him. My mind was gone, blown away by animal instinct and lust. My lips curled back and my eyes rolled up in their sockets. Blinding, swirling, pleasure radiated from my arse. My primal instincts forced me on toward an explosion. I shook and vibrated, digging my long nails into his back, revelling in the total pleasure of the experience. I slammed myself back towards him in perfect unison with his strokes. Then my mind exploded and energy shot through every fibre of my body.

"AAAHHHH," I screamed as his cock spewed into my 'cunt', as my lover shot his thick seed deep into me.

"UUHHH! Christ, you are gorgeous, you are sensational, you are....!" Patrick blurted out as he spasmed more and more cum into me.

He was slamming his cock deep and hard, sliding ever more smoothly as his cum lubricated me and made the experience even more pleasurable. My mind slowly regained control of my body as small after-shock orgasms rippled through me. For long minutes I basked in the afterglow of our lust, soaking in the erotic sensations. He held me, caressing me and kissing me lightly.

I took his hand from my breasts, brought it to my lips and kissed it. His cock softened slowly and slipped reluctantly from my wet arse. I felt empty and disappointed when it was gone from me. I turned to him, we hugged and kissed softly. It was all tenderness now after our brutal lovemaking. Our hands slid lightly over each other. We enjoyed the curves, the muscles, the skin and the sweat of our bodies.

We cuddled together, him behind me, his arm possessively draped over my breasts and his deflated cock nestled in my arse crack. We slept the sound sleep of the satisfied.