[Indystudpaul]

...not deep enough. That was the problem. This position made for a tight penetration, but not a deep one. I needed to change my angle. I needed to get a hold of those tantalizing round breasts. Pausing my motion, breathing short and fast through my nose, My hands suddenly shaking in repressed tension, I pulled her hips toward me as I dropped first one knee and then the other to the bed, pushing her feet and knees into the right position (turning her toes inward to lay atop my ankles as I knelt behind her) as she breathed deeply and hard-limp and compliant. I pulled her up onto all fours, her hair mostly loose now and spilling to one side as her head came up. I pulled her onto me, rather than thrusting into her, and held her tight against me as felt the tip of my penis brush against the ribbed folds of her cervix. She moaned and trembled, her legs shaking like jelly as I pushed into and pulled her waist into me.

As I started to thrust slowly and deeply, my once-again hard penis curving upward against the back of her open, relaxed channel, she shuddered and sobbed with pleasure. As I thrust a little faster, still smooth and deep, the muscles in her pelvis began to squeeze around me then release and the noises she made became less coherent, more primal or animal.

I felt like I could thrust for an hour in this new position and I settled in to a medium-fast rhythm, not slapping anymore, reaching forward to cup her dangling breasts as she shuddered and sobbed into what I hoped was a long, lingering orgasm. Her thighs trembled and her hips seemed to vibrate up and down with a fast, uneven frequency. Her arms were shaking at yet a third frequency as I caressed her chest and slid deep with each motion.

She reached for my left hand and stuffed three fingers of it into her mouth, sucking them as her tongue played quickly back and forth and in and out against my finger tips. She would suck in on my fingers as Imdrew myself backward, then bite down (not too hard) as I thrust; short, high pitched gasps escaping through her clenched jaw.

As I was straightening up to an upright position, I had felt a fresh breeze gusting against my sweat-soaked chest and shoulders. Now I noticed that the thin, filmy curtain was blowing, billowing into the room. The window was open. Now that I thought about it, I had heard noises from outside: wind chimes and passing vehicles...voices? Was that why she buried her face in the pillow? Was that why she was clenching her teeth around my fingers? Had she noticed the open window while laying on her back? It was a sunny, Saturday afternoon in July. The temperature was in the low seventies, cooler than it had been in a week. Neighbors would be on their porches. Their own windows would be open. It wasn’t just that smiling photograph of her husband watching us. The outside world might hear us.

By this point, I could feel the fizz inside my throbbing organ, but the fuse wasn’t burning down. I could feel pressure inside me-like a full bladder that had been too full for too long so that I couldn’t quite start emptying upon command-that third orgasm was welling up with too much pressure to find an easy release.

I pulled my hand free. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, feeling her strong muscles tighten around me and squeeze with steady pressure as I held full penetration. Then I started to thrust hard. Slap, slap, slap. Her hair was swaying back and forth, trailing against the pillow. Her breasts were bouncing. Her shuddering was more controlled, all in one frequency. And she started to moan. “Come on,” I said, “don’t hold back.” Then louder: “come on Sarah. Let it out. Louder!”

She started to moan aloud now; followed by loud cries of pleasure. Her back arched and her trembling stopped and head came back. She was clenching me hard as I thrust faster inside her. I realized that I was making strange noises too, just as my name rang out, just once, loud and clear: “Paul! Yes. Yes! Oooooh, yes!” My name almost stopped me in my tracks and she called out, head still back and her hips continuing the fast thrusting Imhad paused, “don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I was suddenly relaxed. My head was clear. The tension in my pelvis was gone and I realized that I could finish at will at the moment of my choosing. I started to thrust again, hard but slow. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” She said, louder than before. “Yes,” I said softly, “yes, don’t hold back.” Then, almost in a whisper I said, “who’s fucking you Sarah?” “Yes, Yes!” was the reply, Almost screaming now. Still quietly and gently I repeated, “Who’s fucking You Sarah?” “Paul! Paul! Oh yes, Paul!”

That was it, I was all in, grunting and sweating and slinging my hips as fast as could-thrusting like some 16 year jockafter the Prom. The bed was hitting the wall harder! “Thump, thump, thump.” Her tits were slapping softly against her ribs, “plump, plump, plump. That round, plump ass was slapping wetlands against me, “slap, slap, slap.” ...and her voice was now nearly screaming, “Paul! Paul! PAUL!” Her voice only came in gasps as the thrust went home, deep inside her, but with each thrust my name got louder: “thump, slap, PAUL!”

Our two connected bodies were now swaying back and forth madly on the wildly gyrating bed like an out of control train careening toward a spectacular crash. Now more in control, she turned her head as best she could to look at me as best she could and shouted in a loud, commanding tone, “fuck me! Fuck me, Paul!” I leaned forward. Her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress, still on her knees, still jerking her hips up and down as fast as she could, her palms on the bed, her chest pressed flat, her head turned sideways, my cheek against her shoulder as I painted and thrust, letting go of all the pent up orgasm.

As she said said it a second time, in a softer but more urgent tone, “fuck me, Paul!” I let it all go, feeling the hot load-more than a few drops, even though it was the third-pumping into her over the course of 5 or 6 full-speed slapping thrusts as I heard myself shout something like “aaaaaa-aaaaaaa-aaaaaa- Yes!”

We were both panting, more or less, cheek to cheek, as the combined motion of both of our hips coasted down to a long slow stop, like the churning, spinning drive shaft and fly wheel of that derailed locomotive; panting, whistling sighs escaping from us like clouds of steam from the piled up wreckage.

Then it took us a few awkward, fumbling moments to disentangle ourselves and find a way to stretch out. I spooned up behind her as she rolled on her side and she drew me by the arms against her, lifting up her left leg to let my still stiff penis settle between her thighs. We lay there for long moments, both breathing deeply, my hands cupped around her breasts and her hands cupped around mine. Our skins stuck together with sweat, we curled up, my knees pressed behind hers and my limp, wet penis squeezed tight between her thighs.