The Third Orgasm

The Third Orgasm

"Aw, gawd, darling, darling," I yelled into the morning air. I could feel another climax building up from the depths of my being. He was fucking me like an expert musician playing his instrument. I had in fact become an instrument at his hands.

We had started talking about him fulfilling my urgent need some weeks earlier. Somehow I had quickly lost my inhibitions, and let him see my hunger. I was amazed at how he had manoeuvred me into that position of admitting that I wanted him, almost more than food. Our long and troubled history somehow dissolved, allowing us to talk about each other like real, live human beings instead of the highly stylised way we had previously spoken to each other.

Two weeks earlier he had just appeared at my door as if he knew how much I longed to see him. Maybe I had given him enough clues. He walked in, grabbed me in a bear hug causing my nipples to harden and a tingling to set up in my lower belly. "How does that make you feel?" he asked quite as if he could see under my clothes. Then he bent to kiss me. In the six years since we had parted nobody had made me feel what I felt in that moment. I tried pretending that nothing at all had happened, but I don't think he was deceived. My emotions were a riot, my body in a slow boil. Somehow we sank onto a dining chair, my legs astride his. I had no idea how he had managed to get me to do that.

His hands explored my hungry body as if no time had passed. Within no time my vagina was wet with wild desire. 'What is this man doing to me,' I wondered. But then I felt his finger on my hairy lips exploring that wetness. He inserted two joints into me and I could not prevent my self exploding in violent orgasm. I abandoned all my restraints and opened his zipper to find him very hard. "Hard for me," I said softly, making him chuckle. When his organ entered me it was just like good old times. I rode him like a wild horse for only a short moment before exploding again, pouring my juices all over his thighs and his trousers. I am almost ashamed to admit I did not leave the house that day, but I don't care what you think.

And this morning he had arrived at his wickedly early hour to find me still in my bedclothes. He simply dragged me back to my bedroom and undressed himself so fast that I wondered if there were some garments he had omitted. My robe was thrown aside without ceremony before he reached down to lift my nightdress over my head and cast it carelessly into a corner. Then he pushed me back onto my bed. The sight of his rampant cock caused shivers to run through my body; I had not seen one in a long time.

To my surprise his head went between my legs and his lips were on my lips. My legs opened up to him of their own accord. He lashed my vagina with his long tongue throwing me into a paroxysm of delight. I tried not to come wanting to have him inside me when I did. But he had other ideas. He licked furiously fast driving me to the very edge, before flattening his tongue against my clit. I practically fell apart. Legs thrashing wildly I screamed, my body completely out of control. He slowed down a little only to insert the tip of the tongue into my hole, tongue-fucking me before I had fully recovered from the orgasm that had hit me shortly before. I felt that tongue increasing its speed, bringing me to the brink yet again. I could not believe he had managed such a feat. I tried begging him to stop but I suspect my voice was so weak that he decided he could not take me seriously. Pulling out of my hole he advanced along my lips licking all the way. When he reached the clit, he bit it sending a violent bolt coursing through me. Legs went on a kicking spree as I felt my stomach muscles clench hard as I tumbled into that vortex again. I was panting heavily as he lay his head against my thigh.

In an almost leisurely manner he lifted himself over my body bringing his mouth to mine. I tasted my own juices on his lips even as I felt the head of his cock nosing for my cunt. I stretched my hand between our bodies, grabbing it. Gosh, was it hard, thick, and hot! But I guided it to my wet slippery entrance.

Swinging his hips gently he entered me, sliding so very slowly, filling me, opening me up anew. It took me back many years when he had taken me for the first time as a young girl. Presently I felt him all the way into my channel, my muscles clenching and unclenching from this invasion. Those wicked hips kept up the swinging sending that cock from side to the other side, entering and sliding out at different angles. I could not remember a fucking like this in my whole life. Despite having given me two orgasms in short order, now the third was building up. I no longer cared what anybody thought but I was not going to let this lover out of my clutches again; he had been only a high school leaver in matters of lovemaking when I had last seen him but now he seemed to have obtained two degrees and was working towards a doctorate from the University of Erotic Arts. I started trembling as if I had a fever, but pleasure filled every part of my being. A scream built in the back of my throat but could not be expelled.