Orgasm Takes Control
Orgasm Took Control
The juice from my pussy was
flooding and as I caressed my newly smoothed softness I found
there was nothing to compare with my own silky cream. My fingers
found their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste and lick
the passion from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I
felt a strange and freighting feeling begin to rise within my
body. The palm of my hand pressed against my clitoris as my
fingers slipped between my lips and into the depths of my
vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs
came back as the other hand sought my now swollen lips and
clitoris.
My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between
slow and fast became meaningless as I began to lose control. The
feeling within my pelvis had taken over. My heart ached from its
pounding and I had to gasp for air because I forgot to breathe.
Two, three, then four of my fingers found their way into my
pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
odor mixed with the smell of perfume and my own body became a
stimulant to my senses as my mind exploded with sensations.
Then, within me, I felt the inner ridges of my vagina smoothed
out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and
ecstasy, trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and
realized it was my own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub
and spread them over my body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I
put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
used my tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of
my body. I was insane with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had
taken complete control of my mind and body. I was its prisoner,
it was my lover and I responded in any way it demanded.
