After almost 12 minutes of vigorous intercourse, his body stiffened, I felt him shudder and his penis swell, his pelvic movements changed to very short thrusts. With a long deep groan, he ejaculated inside me, at almost the same time as I squirted from the intensity of my excitement, soaking his crotch and frontal thighs. There was a wet splattering sound as our combined fluids ran in a stream out of my vagina, gushing down through the body crease of my bum, and spilling onto the bare wooden floor.
Eyes closed, his hips making micro movements as he pumped his semen into my receptive vaginal canal, I took all he could give me, drawing him until he was completely empty, or so I thought, until he finally came to a stop. We stayed close together, his penis deep inside my soft darkness, until he slowly withdrew, causing another flood of our joint liquid to splash onto the floor. The rich sperm laden semen, thick and slippery hung down in stringy skeins from my bottom. Taking his penis in his hand he wiped his helmet around in the wetness, removing the residue from my vulva, and stopping the flow.
His experience showed, as he soothed me with caresses, and kisses, keeping me up and tender for his touch. Surprised at how quickly he regained his potency, and within a few minutes he was stiff and ready again, even though I thought I'd exhausted and drained him. Smiling he whispered to me.
"Nice?"
"Oh, yes, it was very nice, thank you."
"Turn over and kneel on the shelf."
"Are you sure you can manage me again."
"Don't worry, I'm good at this, and I can go all night if you like."
He picked up a draught excluder roll from under the counter, and placed it on the lip of the shelf, I turned over, kneeling on it as he supported my hips. Crouching, I pushed my hips back at him, widening my knees, and laying forwards onto my breasts, raising my arms, while turning my head to one side, resting it on my crossed hands and waited expectantly, feeling his presence behind me.
"Lower your bum a bit more, make yourself nice and comfortable."
"Shhhh, someone will hear you!"
"Who cares? It's a bit late to worry about that now."
The sensation as his cock brushed against the upper inner parts of my thighs, it felt far too big, even though it wasn't. The rounded swell of the small muscles on either side of my pussy, sensitive to his touch were ticklish in a pleasant way, and I felt myself widening as he pushed his helmet against my inner vaginal lips. They opened, curling outwards to receive his thrust. His penis ran between them, and missed my entrance, the tip catching my clitoris as it passed beneath me. Trying again, this time successfully, he moved slowly into my warm wetness. He still found me a bit tight, but pressing in determinedly, the whole shaft sinking into me and his belly pressing hard up against my firm buttocks. Recoiling slightly as he filled me, entering more deeply from behind, I inhaled audibly feeling some pain as my entrance was stretched.
Steadying himself on his feet, he began a deliciously slow rhythmic hip movement, making quiet utterances as he went in and out, using almost the entire length of his penis. I couldn't believe he was so well recovered from our previous exertions. Hooking my toes around the back of his thighs, just under the cheeks of his behind I pulled in tightly. Very conscious that the buckles of my shoes were digging into his flesh, I applied them mercilessly, their sharpness causing him quite some discomfort, and spurring both he and I to greater heights of the sensations we were jointly undergoing.
I could feel his helmet passing under my pubic bone, hitting the spongy, ridged and highly tender patch of tissue, my g-spot, almost perfectly, exquisite each time he made contact with it. I was overcome by the persistent tapping with each of his slow, firm thrusts. Digging my shoe buckles in even harder, he began to increase his rate, making the sloping counter bang and rattle under my knees. I winced in a little discomfort as I felt him piercing me deeper and deeper, and felt my innards churning, and tensing under his penile onslaught.
Sensing he was near to the end, I pushed my bum up and back into his belly, feeling the roughness of his pubic hair against my skin. He rammed into me, hard and fast, with so much power that he lifted my knees off the sloping counter, the paper covers of the magazines under me rustling and tearing with the movement of my shins across their serried layers. The draught excluder protecting my knees, dropped to the floor with a dull thud. I was dribbling fluid down past the edge of the shelf, and it was pooling on the wooden floor, melding with our previous discharges.
Grunting loudly, he tensed behind me pushing in as deeply as he could, his fingers gripping my hips and pulling me back, forcing my round bottom firmly against his pubis. His penis stiffened and swelled, he groaned loudly with a gutteral tone. Jerking violently as he strained hard to ejaculate, having spent most of his semen during our first coupling, he sounded as though he was somewhere between, pain and exquisitely sharp pleasure. His penis jerked inside me, and I felt the hot flush of his ejaculate pouring down his shaft and out of me, over his sac, adding to the long viscous strings, heavy and slippery a blend of our essences, slowly oozing down to the floor.
Slowly, carefully withdrawing from me, the sensation for me as his swollen helmet and flared rim, pulled through those most tender few inches just inside my vaginal entrance was almost unbearable. A searing tingle, that went to the roots of my hair, and jolted my nipples like a sharp series of electric shocks, The feeling so strong, that I jetted liquid from my urethra and skene's, squirting in a long powerful stream, soaking the front of his trouser legs again. The thin clear fluids ran in a trickle down the back of my legs, over the back of my knees to my ankles. I was so overcome that I almost fainted, slumping forwards, only saved from falling by his strong manly arms around my waist.
Releasing the grip of my toes on his legs, pulling my shoes away from his thighs, I looked back at him, seeing that I'd drawn blood with the sharp edge of the buckles, strangely feeling an element of satisfaction that I'd cut him, making him bleed. Standing back from me, he struggled to regain his breath, leaning himself against the shelf under the shutter. Towards the end of our furious copulating, I'd noticed through the haze of pleasure, the sound of several people's footsteps before they came to a halt outside the kiosk, there was a low puzzled murmuring, a few seconds of silence followed by the footsteps continuing on their way.
My legs having regained some strength, I stood and then bent down to pick up my handbag. Taking some tissues out, I wiped myself clean, finishing off with a scented wet wipe. Handing him some clean squares, I watched as he mopped himself, scrubbing the mixed fluid residue from his front. Handing him a wet wipe to freshen himself, I busied myself, rearranging my clothing. I unwound my knickers from my left ankle, placing my other foot back into the leg, and slowly pulled them back up until they were seated properly over my bottom. I put my fingers in between my thighs, and straightened the gusset of the panties, making sure they were comfortable.
Repositioning my bra, placing my breasts into the webbing cradle, hissing slightly through my teeth, as the sensitivity of my nipples were agitated by the movement of the webbing when I guided them over the padded under band, settling them both, snugly, in the cups. Untucking my skirt and slip from my waistband, I shook them down and ran my fingers around the waist of the skirt, undid the side zip, and tucked my blouse in, before re fastening the zip, and buttoning up the waistband.
Taking my wind cheater, I pulled it on, fastening the front, as he finished pulling his trousers and pants back up, making himself presentable. His shirt stuck to his body, the cotton clinging to his chest and ribs as his perspiration formed in a light sheen across his skin, he looked tired, and I suppose it wasn't a surprise given how much effort he'd expended. He sprayed air freshener around, and tidied up the magazines, placing the soiled ones underneath their respective piles. I looked at the stain on the wooden floorboards.
