Despite how great the idea is on paper, a dick is clearly less nimble than fingers, and from the technical point of view, it's nowhere near as good for the girl. The one thing dick can do well is to penetrate, but that wasn't on the to-do list today. Testing my self-control, I played with the tip around her hole, and when she grabbed my ass with both of her hands and pulled me toward her, I almost lost it and went all-in.
But I managed. I pushed back against her, managing to keep my dick out of her cavities, gently bopping the tip from the clitoris to the opening and back. Her groans were agitated. I knew I could get her off. She was really horny and would get off with an old sock, provided that sock was in skilled hands. But I wanted more than merely get her off. I wanted to blow her mind. So I turned to her, again, continuing our forbidden communication.
"Come on top of me," I whispered.
"Oh. I like it," she replied after a short pause, nibbling at my lower lip.
I laid on my back, and she straddled me, her pussy pushing my dick flat against my stomach. I really wanted to grope on those tits, but this was also the first opportunity I had to touch that amazing ass of hers. So I took a good hold of that, her tight gluteus muscles against my fingers. She started grinding against my shaft, my hands helping her find a good rhythm.
And a good rhythm she found. She was now in control of her pleasure, and she must have felt the overwhelming surge of freedom and power it provided. She alternated between shallow and deep grinds, wiggled her pussy from left to right, squeezing that tiny, pointy center of her pleasure against my overswollen pole. She went fast, and she went slow. I was merely an object and an observer, and I loved every second of it.
Theoretically I was still guiding her movements with my hands on her ass, but really, it was all her. I just wanted to feel that butt as long as possible. When she came, she stopped for a moment, collapsing on me, her mouth connecting with mine. She started grinding again even before the kiss broke. Soon she was at full gallop again, on her way through the second lap.
All this time I was basically ready to come at any time. I did my best to hold it in, not wanting to ruin the fun for her by going the way of a softie. Luckily, the condom was both extra thick and extra tight, especially since my dick had decided today was the day to supersize. Still, had she moved just a tiny bit to touch my frenulum, I would have been done in an instant. Luckily, she found the lower shaft more entertaining, and I maintained my dignity through it all.
After her third orgasm, we were lying on our sides, kissing while I gently petted her vulva, caressing it more to calm her down than to make her aroused.
"Thank you," she whispered. "It was amazing."
"It was amazing because it was all you. I was merely the rock upon which you built your big o. Plural o's."
"Silly. You're so good at your job."
"Thanks. But really, I didn't do much today."
"You didn't even come. Why?"
"Uh, that's a complex question."
"Did you...you know...before you got here?"
"Nope. In fact, I've not had the opportunity to do that in a while."
"Is it painful?"
"A bit, yeah."
"Can I help? As a return favor."
"That's also a complex question. We should probably talk about it somewhere else."
"Okay. Of course I don't know who you are or how to find you. But maybe there's a way for us to talk."
"Maybe. We'll see."
