The Trip

"That's good honey, that's good,” he whispered

Chris started pumping faster and his pressure on my prostate made me feel like I was going to burst.

"Please…please...quick...can't hold on..." My statements were jagged.

My breath was heavy. My body was starting to shake from the exertion and the pleasure. I felt muscle twitches all over my body and second after prolonged second, I tried to hold on until I could go no further.

I couldn’t believe it as I came all over my stomach. Chris started grunting louder and louder, he came with a bed-shaking, toe-curling orgasm. My mouth was open as I tried to breathe under the pressure. My hips bucked as Chris spurted jet after jet of cum into my ass. After he was done, we lay there for minute after minute, trying to breathe and recover our spent energies. Finally he spoke.

"So...was it good for you?” Chris Said

I laughed. I didn't mean to. I never thought I would. But I did. I giggled and said

"Yes."



"See what can happen when you just relax?" he added

I could see the smile on his face as he spoke. Slowly, he let go of my hand and began to trace the outline of my body with his finger. I shivered at his touch, but I longed for more.

"Kara, honey, that was fantastic” he said

I lay there on the bed, embraced in his big strong arms, before the tiredness overtook me and I dozed off.