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Under my cries, Tommy reaches forward with one hand and grasps my clit. Something I had all but forgotten existed, let alone was tender, amid my roiling-magma pussy and growing tightness. As Tommy grips my clit and begins to rub my nub vigorously, I squeal. I grit down on it, just as Tommy steals my moan, and lets it out of his own throat. It’s more of a shivering “oooh” sound, then the one I was making. But it doesn’t matter, his sound, with the way he’s driving me into a sea of maddening, unending beads of pleasure, makes me tighten again.
I feel the muscles in my pussy and ass lift up, curl up on themselves, and start shooting me toward orgasm. At the same time this is happening, my clit also feels like it’s getting ready to cum. And shoot out a rare squirt.
Feeling this really start to happen, I nearly collapse entirely. My legs, my ass —everything. But, right as that’s about to happen, Tommy pulls my hips up and to him with the one free hand he has, continuing to squeeze and rub my clit for everything it’s worth. He’s rubbing so fast, it feels like it’s on fire. But not in a bad way. Just in a warm, intense, relentless sort of way.
I Ben down on it, allowing myself to grope and moan. Anything to release some of the tension building in my body. My pussy feels like it’s about to release everything it has. And I’m not prepared to face such an explosion of fluids.
Unfortunately for me, though, my embarrassment — my impending fear about just exactly what I’ll end up releasing when I cum — that only makes my climax come faster. The very second I think about what that kind of control would do to me, that’s the second my clit throbs. My pussy shutters, shooting some bits of warm liquid around Tommy’s shaft, and all over the couch.
As the cramping, full feeling in my pussy increases so does my feeling of overflow. It gets to such a point that I actually start to fear what happens when I release fully. I say as much to Tommy.
“I’m going to lose everything!” I say worriedly, squealing over those words, almost feeling like I have let a bit of something go. “Maybe you should stop, Tommy!” I breathe quickly and shallowly, feeling my pussy muscles threatening to push him out, and then some. My clit gets to a whole another level of “stiff”, and I actually scream in pleasure and fear.
“You’re just squirting, pet,” he observes. “And you’re doing so beautifully.”
The moment he says that, I feel my pussy tighten and quake around Tommy’s cock and then release again in another spray. I cry out, feeling myself let go on both ends. It’s actually such a strong orgasm, my knees crumble underneath me.
Tommy’s cries of pleasure are not far after, and although he’s wearing a condom, I swear I feel several strong, short pulses go through me from his dick. Those shots and pulses quickly echo through me, from one end to the other. Even as Tommy continues to lightly pump me, light squirts of cum out of my pussy.
At least, until I realize it’s getting all over the couch.
“Oh no,” I murmur, sounding drunk to my own ears, “I’m getting it all over the couch.”
Tommy, slumped over on me and trying to catch his breath, gives my ass a halfhearted slab. “Oh, pet, it doesn’t matter. We will just buy you a new one.” Breathless with exhaustion, Tommy sounds deeper and manlier than he usually does.
We rest on each other for a moment, not saying anything. Mostly just trying to keep a hold of each other, and come down from our individual and collective orgasms.
Then, “Don’t ever be sorry, pet. Even if you had made a mess, even if you had done everything you were afraid of when you came, I wouldn’t have gotten after you. I would’ve run a nice bath for my girlfriend, cleaned her all up myself, and then put her in her cozy bed and wrapped her up like my little crêpe,” murmurs Tommy. “Judgment has no place here. Or anywhere where two lovers claim to be.”
I rotate my head, pulling his toward me. I plant a kiss on his full, kissable lips. As I kiss him deeply and longingly, my heart and soul well up with happiness. With disbelief. You have a girlfriend, Tommy, I think to myself. After years of heartache and loneliness, of believing you would be invisible and never given a chance by anyone, you have a girlfriend! At these thoughts, tears spring to my closed eyes to get stuck on the lashes. I don’t wipe them away. I let their warmth remind me of what a life-changing experience I’ve just gone through.
