Her kiss was deep and devouring as we pushed into the bedroom of the apartment, slamming the door behind us. She pinned me to the wall, continuing the kiss with all its fervor as her knee worked its way between my legs, causing the skirt to ride up and reveal nothing beneath. I took just a second to take in the room. There were lit candles on the nightstand, and the wall lighting had been dimmed. Someone had worked to set things up here… and it wasn’t me. I didn’t need the lights… but it set the mood.

“You aren’t wearing any panties?” she asked, gulping down breaths of air as I fiddled with the buttons of her blazer. It soon found it’s way to the floor.

“Let’s just say you weren’t the only one hoping for things to go horizontal tonight..” I said as she lifted the top over my head, as my breasts settled against her bra.

“Those look delish…” she whispered as she stepped back, grabbing my left breast in her trembling hand. She leaned down, slurping the taut and aching nipple into her mouth, jerking a gasping moan from my lips. My hands found her breasts, quickly finding the front hook, and relieving April of her bosom’s restraint.

As she moved to my right breast, my hands kneaded hers, letting her large- areolaed nipples take some teasing torment from my fingernails. This had her shivering, and I used that to seize a little control.. pushing her breasts together. I was barely able to take both of her nipples into my mouth, but I did it… and instantly had her moaning.

I then took my left hand and opened the fly of her slacks. Into her pants I probed, sliding past her panties to find a moistened crevice that begged to be explored.

“No.. no.. Oh GOD!” she yelled, as the moisture felt like a river, as she ground her hips against my hand. I clamped my teeth down on her nipples, causing more moaning to escape from her lips, as she panted for air. She placed both arms on my shoulders to keep her footing.

She stepped out of her shoes as I led her to the bed, yanking off her slacks and panties as she flopped down, her eyes fighting not to cross. “Looks like I get dessert,” I purred as I stood over her, wearing nothing but my skirt and sandals, which were promptly removed as she watched. Her groin, as I had suspected as I started, was devoid of hair, as I stalked to the bed, nestling my head between her opened legs.. just for a quick taste. The smells of musk and honey bombarded my nose as I slowly drew my tongue across the hidden opening, finding out that she did taste as good as she smelled.

Some probing with my tongue led me deeper, finding a fleshy nub that pulsed to her heartbeat. I teased it with my lips, drawing it into my mouth, as a floodgate of juices drenched my face. To torment just a tad, I stopped completely, and knelt on the edge of the bed, looking at her. “You have had this need for some time, huh….”

“Uh huh…” she panted, with a longing look on her face. “Way too long…” she reached towards me in desperation, her body still quaking from the effects of her second climax.

I laid down beside her, as I started nibbling on her neck from the side. I reached down, sliding one finger into her depths, and then another… flexing my wrist like a machine.. slowly getting faster and faster.

“Oh Jackie… keep that up…right there….” she hissed as I moved from her neck to her ear. The moisture around my fingers increased, but not enough to my liking. I slid back down, keeping the fingers in motion, but teasing her clitoris with my other hand. She quaked hard enough to shake the bed as I kept up my onslaught, pushing her orgasm for as long as I could. After several long moments.. she stopped shaking, save for some slight trembling.

“Wow,” I said, laying my head on her groin, watching her squirm at the sensations as I gently blew across her skin. “You are so receptive…”

“I haven’t been with someone who could hit my spots that well in years… that was…unbelievable.”

“I hope I didn’t wear you out…” I said, sticking my lip out in a feigned pout.

She shook her head as she moved, grabbing her purse from the far corner of the bed. When did she do that? I didn’t even remember her bringing it in with her. I guess we were having too much fun.

I scooted up so I had a pillow under my head, as I watched her intently. From my view I couldn’t see what she had in purse, as that soon became the furthest thought from my mind. “Are you a screamer or a moaner?” she asked, her face mere inches from my groin.

Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

“A growler,” I replied as I watched her face disappear between my thighs. A tongue across my flower sent sparks all the way to my nipples, which tightened up in response. My hands drifted there… as I massaged my breasts.. letting the sensations trickle across my skin.

A buzzing sound piqued my attention as a vibrator of sorts found the entrance to my depths. She moved it slowly up and down, as the thousands of micro-sensations had my pleasure building. I threw my head back as I heard a chuckle, and the vibrations became more intense and more focused. I had experienced an artificial phallus before, but this motorized toy was totally new to me, and my body didn’t initially didn’t know how to react to it.

It figured it out really quickly as I felt my head explode suddenly. Growling like a wild animal, I pushed against the vibe, riding out the climax and yearning for another. Before I could catch my breath, another wave of pleasure crashed into me, almost pulling me off the bed. My eyes flew open as I moaned this time… grasping the bed-sheets for dear life.

It was then I felt this vibration stop, as she stood up on her knees. She had the vibrator, a phallus-shaped device, still in her hand. She retrieved a harness of sorts, fastening it to her like a pair of panties, then attached the vibe to it. Before I could question what she was doing, she scooped my legs up with her arms, and leaned forward, slipping the still buzzing vibrator into me.

What had started as a intimate session was quickly turning into an unbridled fuck, and I didn’t care. The strap-on was not as big as some I’ve had… but it was bigger than I was expecting, and I gasped as she buried it deep. Her hips went into motion as I growled.. the vibrations flowing through my depths… taking my pleasure to the skies again. This time, when the orgasm hit me.. it didn’t want to stop. Wave after wave crashed into me. The lighting was hazy as the sights of the pink artificial cock pistoning into me and sweat dripping heavily from April’s face had me enraptured.

“Roll me over,” I growled, as she started to slow down, and I lost my climax chain. She obliged with a nod, mounting up and thrusting into me once more… this time, much deeper.

It had been a century or better since I had been with anyone large enough to bump my cervix. It was a sensation I had come to enjoy on occasion… but this dragon had been so long without. When she bumped it the first time, it threw me into the orgasmic abyss again, and I started thrusting my hips against her to keep it going.

She struggled to keep a grip of my hips as the slapping sound of skin against skin filled the room. My tussled hair fell off of my head by my right shoulder. There were two things I wanted tonight. Jeriel was too small for it, but April wasn’t.

“I can’t keep a grip on your hips,” she said frustratingly as I looked back to her.

“I know.. let me show you how to make it work,” I growled, as the pleasure I wanted I wasn’t getting. “Take my hair, and wrap it around your wrists, Trust me, it’s long enough, and you won’t pull it out.” I flipped the long mass of hair onto my sweat-mottled back and she did as instructed.

My head was yanked back as the pain on my scalp was mild, but was exquisite. I reached back with my right arm. “Take my wrist!” I ordered, and she did so diligently. When I reached back with my left, she grabbed it too, and started thrusting her hips once more.

April pulled tightly against my arms and hair, pulling my chest off the bed as she was able to find a hard and fast rhythm again. My breasts swayed, my swollen nipples rubbing against the linen as they moved, adding more to this pleasure cocktail. It seemed to take forever for my climax to build back up, but when I found release, it left me shaking in her grip. I found myself thrashing against her grasp… moaning, “More…More…” as April was happy to oblige.

After another mind-numbing orgasm, April dropped my arms and hair, collapsing on my back. “I can’t keep up, anymore…” she panted, slipping the vibe out of me. I flipped over, and crawled to her, paying close attention to how the harness was attached to her. I removed it, putting it on myself, and then took the crumpled up top-sheet and attempted to dry her and me off.

“My turn…” I said, looking at her. She was shaking her head, before she could open her mouth in objection, I moved to the head of the bed, bringing her with me. I leaned against the headboard, pulling her into my lap. I lifted her up enough to penetrate her with the dildo, but instead of bouncing her against my lap, I flexed my hips, having her grind against the straps and me.

She kissed me softly as her hips got the idea, as I watched her stomach muscles move her body against mine. It was slow, powerful, sensual. I held her, using my right hand to massage her breasts as I nibbled on her neck, from her larynx to the bottom of her chin. Soft moans and gasps escaped her lips as she seemed to melt in my arms.

I felt her body tense up as she sighed softly, tremoring as one final climax flowed through her. She then collapsed into my embrace, closing her eyes and panting quietly. I laid down with her, sliding the now non-vibrating piece of soft plastic from her, as she lazily poised her head on my breasts.

“I finally understand what the Cutting Crew meant…” she said, barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?” I asked, stroking my fingers through her now tacky hair.

“I just died in your arms tonight, she whispered, closing her eyes again. Her breathing slowed into rhythmical pattern of someone sleeping, as I closed my own eyes.