We were sprawled on the bed, lounging. To be honest, I was so drained from our previous encounters that I didn’t think we would be having sex again. But she looked so good lying there, stretched out on her back. It started with me idly stroking her thigh, drawing my fingertips along the soft flesh high and inside. She shifted her thighs open a little, but otherwise deigned not to notice my attentions. I moved my hand up a little further and started lightly stroking her pussy. I noticed how puffy and swollen her lips were from the earlier sex, and how wet she was, whether from her own flow or from the last remnants of my own cum slowly leaking forth, I did not know. Her lips were open and protruding already, and I used my fingers to paint everything slickly wet and smooth. My finger slipped freely between her folds, riding up and down her crease, and when I looked up at her eyes again, this time I had her full attention and she watched me, half-lidded and intoxicated with arousal.

I was still reclining back, and wasn’t even completely convinced I was doing more than teasing her a bit. But for some reason I pulled at her hip and rolled her over onto her belly. I rolled a little onto my side and slid one hand under M’s hips and stretched to reach her clit. With my other hand I reached between her legs and slid a thumb into her wet pussy. I was getting her from both sides, my thumb rocking in and out of her pussy, rubbing along the corrugated ridges of her g-spot, while my other hand was sliding her clit inside the folds of her hood. This was far past teasing now, and her hips humped up and down on the bed and she rose into her latest orgasm.

Still face down, M lifted her near leg and draped it over mine, so that my hand under her had a little more freedom to move. I continued my dual assault, sometimes alternating attention, stroking her clit until she was writhing, then holding my fingers still and firm against her clit while my thumb took over, reaming her pussy open. She twisted and writhed into two more orgasms, moaning into the pillows and cursing quietly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again! I can’t take any more, I can’t… fuck!…” It drives me wild when she looses control like that, and I can’t resist trying to push her past what she thinks she can take. Her cries, her writhing motions and the heavy musk in the air worked their spell on me and I found myself stiff and throbbing again. I continued to plunge my thumb in and out of her, spreading a little more moisture around her lips.

I pulled my hands free from her gasping pussy, and then pulled her over me just a little more, until my cock was close enough that I could just begin to move my cock head between her lips. I don’t recall ever trying a position quite like this before. I was face up, only slightly rolled to my side. M was face down, and turned at a 45 degree angle from me, one thigh between my legs and the other draped over me. When my fat cock head nudged into her, M started pushing back, eager to help, eager to take the shaft inside her. She worked backwards, I twisted and arched forwards and soon we were both thrusting blindly. It was wet, fast, anonymous sex. There was no eye contact, no warm familiar body leaning over me, no whispered words of encouragement. There was just the humping, flailing of my hips, pistoning into a hole that had found its way into my lap. And M was in much the same state, no body under her to lean down on, no hands behind her to support her. She was just face down on the bed, her hips sprawled obscenely open, getting fucked by a prick, by a man she couldn’t even see. All she could do was try to press back into it and accept what came.

I rolled onto my side a little more, hungry to get more of my cock buried into this drenched pussy, trying to find more purchase to push harder, faster, deeper. M cried incoherently into the bed as I used her pussy roughly, my cock moving at unfamiliar angles, pulling at the sides of her lips as I pushed in and out. I clamped one palm over her ass cheek and pulled it roughly open, parting her thighs just a little more, letting me push just a fraction of an inch deeper into her. M’s voice was ragged, panting out half-formed oaths and pleas, while I felt fluid from her pussy collect at the base of my cock and trickle down my balls. I pushed and pushed, and just when I thought I wouldn’t come again this night, I felt the familiar constriction in my scrotum and I raced towards the end, urgently pushing into her again and again, arching my hips up, twitching back and forth, trying to maintain the pace until I finally arched, spasmed, and held my position as deep inside M’s cunt as I could reach. Her pussy walls twitched and pulled at my cock, milking hungrily at me. When I finally released my grasp the barest bit, we fell apart, exhausted, flat on the bed and panting.