Battle Of Wills - page 2

10 months ago 29th Dec 11:00

Sarah pulled her knees up toward her shoulders, her feet in the air. The slick, sucking sounds of her pussy were exquisite. Still she beat away at herself, just as quick and as hard as she could. She pulled her fingers out and slapped her cunt, then slapped it again, even harder. He had never seen her do this before. It was amazing.

After a few more quick smacks, she put all her fingers together, and slipped them into the opening of her pussy. She strained and arched her back as she pushed her fingers farther and deeper. Her hips turned toward him for a moment and he could see that she was slowly forcing her entire hand into her cunt. Her face was contorted with effort and pain. Why was she doing this to herself?

She rolled back and with one last effort buried her hand up to her wrist in her cunt hole. She writhed and rocked, humping her hand with a look of pure ecstasy now on her face. Oh my god, Jack had never been as turned on by her as I was at that moment.

Her other hand was now down there as well. Her fingers pressed against her clit as she rubbed it fast and hard. She emitted a series of sharp gasps. She was close to coming. She frigged herself more and more aggressively, lifting her ass up off the sofa and thrusting violently. Jack could see every muscle in her body convulse and tighten at once and she struggled to noiselessly ride out what had to be the most intense orgasm he had ever witnessed.

At that same moment Jacks balls clenched. He looked down and watched the head of his cock swell just before a spurt of cum shot out. He hunched over his other hand and filled his palm with hot semen. Jack looked up and saw that she had collapsed back onto the sofa. Her hand was no longer crammed in her cunt, but still it lingered down there.

She continued to finger herself lightly as Jack watched her body quiver as she almost casually coaxed one delicate orgasm after another from her abused pussy. Finally she relaxed, spent and limp. Jack crept back to the bedroom with his hand full of spunk. He pulled a shirt out of the hamper and wiped himself clean, then slid into bed. It was several minutes before she returned to the room and climbed in next to him.

They were both silent, each intimately aware of the other’s wakefulness. Jack resisted, but as the images of her punishing her pussy played over and over again in my head, something inside him caved. He turned, and cautiously wrapped his arm around her, feeling her body tense with the unexpected touch, and for a moment he thought she would reject his apologetic gesture.

After a moment, she took his hand and raised it to her nose and sniffed. There where the scent of my spent load was fresh and strong. She relaxed then, knowing she had won. Her tongue glided across the palm of Jack's hand, and she followed this with a soft kiss where minutes ago he had held a pool of his own cum. She nestled his sticky hand on her breast, as Jack settled in against her back, matching the contours of his body against hers.

That night they slept no longer angry.