Chronicles of Meridiana — excerpt #5

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Chronicles of Meridiana — excerpt #5Sick of writing cute intros. Here’s the next part: My lust had finally faded to a dull ache, and a little energy had returned. I flipped the butt away, grabbed one of the unopened bottles of soda, the pack of smokes and my stash box and headed back into the unknown, for more of the mind-twisting pleasures these two girls were bringing to me. They were locked in a sixty-nine on the bed when I came back in, and it looked like they were on the road to a big finish. Each was kind of on her side so no one was on top or bottom, their heads curled into the space between the other’s thighs. Their noises were a****listic, almost roaring openmouthed into each other’s squirming quims, their movements urgent but rhythmic and totally synced to one another. It was like some kind of mad scientist’s perpetual fuck machine and I was back up to full mast within seconds of walking through the door. I had to carefully take my pants back off to avoid stimulating myself too much and in dismay I realized that despite my taking a little break, I wasn’t really going to be able to do much without blowing another load almost immediately. They took no notice of me at all as they moved ever closer to spending themselves onto each other. Their bodies were shiny with sweat and their pussy juices, and I was struck at how different and yet how complementary their bodies were. Diana was rounded, soft, voluptutous, smooth, a tiny gyrating package of slippery pink sweetness. Her pussy was shaved bald and her plump labia engulfed Sabrina’s entire mouth; Sabrina’s cheeks puffed and hollowed as she sucked and worked with her tongue. Her whole body was lean and hard, just as I had imagined, muscles flexing and standing out rigid along her ribs and bony back, her pussy concealed beneath a dark muff of matted, damp hair. I could see Diana’s long pink tongue snaking through it over and over again, and she was jamming a few of her fingers in rapidly next to her tongue. Her other hand gripped one of Sabrina’s flexing ass cheeks. I couldn’t even think about touching my cock as I moved closer, dropping the shit I was carrying onto the desk beside the lamp. It felt like a heavy iron bar attached to me, arching up then curving down like a rainbow– the wide purple mushroom head must have been the pot of gold, I mused to myself, almost bringing out a laugh. I shouldn’t even have looked at it, really, as its size and angry, veiny, bulging girth was inflaming even to me. It sure looked ready to do some work. Slimy, watery precum dripped steadily off the tip as it throbbed, tasting the air, seeking the soft, damp places that squirmed erotically before me. I desperately wanted to fuck, but I knew I wouldn’t get five strokes before the inevitable. Mr. Willy didn’t care about that– but I did. These two deserved nothing less than my best. I had impressions to make. Sabrina was going to get hers first, it seemed. She abruptly raised up from Diana’s crotch, pushing her arms straight and locking her elbows, her mouth shiny with saliva and other juices, starting to grunt deeply and purposefully in time with her body’s movements, eyes rolling back and closing. She shifted her position a little until she was kneeling right over Diana’s head, and Diana responded by reaching up to grasp her around the hips to pull her down harder on her mouth. Diana’s hips still humped the air as she buried her face in Sabrina’s soaking cunt. Sabrina’s face turned pouty, then expectant, made that little face like she were going to cry for a moment, the expression quickly degenerating into her facial muscles twitching and eyes closing out of sync with each other, her cries pitching up to a keening wail, starting to work her hips hard in tight circles, grinding herself down onto her lover. She was breathing so hard I thought she might hyperventilate. I took a couple of steps closer, intending to get more familiar tuzla escort bayan with Diana’s delicious plump, oozing pink while she finished her partner off but Sabrina caught sight of me then, which seemed to startle her for a moment; she gasped and stiffened and looked at me for a second with wild eyes, devoid of recognition or even basic humanity. But her surprise quickly gave way to the pleasure again, and her head went back down and her eyes shut tight and she shuddered strongly under Diana’s deep, insistent probing, goosebumps crawling all over her extremities again. She was holding her breath between gasps now, tightening her body in quivering, agonized silence, then urgently grinding again as she gulped in great sucking breaths between the keening sounds coming from deep in her throat. I realized that the periods of her silent straining were coming quicker and closer together and that was the sign of her looming orgasm. The way she was losing control of herself, her fleeting, asymmetrical facial expressions and the rampant shuddering that wracked her indicated that it was to be monstrous. I can’t say why I just stepped right in front of her so that my cock pointed directly at her, resting my thighs against the edge of the bed, close enough for my cockhead to nearly touch the matted hair that concealed her face as she hung it down towards the bed again to endure another convulsion, but as soon as she snapped her head back up to toss the hair away from her face and gasp for air again, it was the first thing she saw, and her eyes locked onto it. She vocalized, something like “oh” but it sounded more like a cat trying to talk. She craned her head forward, neck tendons straining, eyes fixed on my aching erection, her humping becoming more jerky and erratic, a long cry starting up in her throat. She flailed out with one hand, finding purchase at my hip, gripped it tight enough to hurt. All at once her cry ramped up into a powerful, ululating scream and she thrust herself forward, smashing her messy face into my pelvis right beside my cock, yelling her pleasure out right into the base of my manhood as it hung beside her distended jaw. Finally, she fell away, still clutching and spasming, falling back to the bed and fully curling into the fetal positon, still softly sobbing and whining, her eyes closed tight, twitching, hips still rocking a little bit. “Damn, Diana you brought her OFF.” I said, duly impressed. Diana’s face was flushed bright red and slimy all over as she sat up. She was still gasping from being smothered beneath Sabrina but that smile was still there. “I eat pussy almost as good as I suck a dick.” “Better,” groaned Sabrina softly without moving. I kind of chuckled but now here I was all dressed up with nowhere to go. I was still harder than I thought I could ever get, and although Sabrina’s gigantic orgasm had been seriously arousing, it hadn’t been quite enough to get me spraying. I was feeling that ache deep inside that I knew to be the first sign of blue balls, which could make this evening much less fun than it could be; I knew once that condition set in that I could still perform somewhat, but it would hurt for hours no matter how much cum I shot after. “How you feeling, Mike?” Diana asked dreamily, absently touching herself beside Sabrina’s unmoving body, still balled up on the end of the bed. “Uh… I think I might be getting blue balls, baby… I got too hot… should’ve let it go.” I kind of grabbed the base of my penis and shook it a couple of times to show just how rigid it was. My nuts felt as heavy as bowling balls. “Well I’m the cure for that.” She stirred to life, rising to her knees. “Where?” “I… I almost don’t care– I just really need to get this out. I think it’s another big one. It fucking hurts.” “You could do it in my pussy. You still haven’t fucked me, you know, and I need it, too.” “I won’t last. I gotta get it tuzla escort bayan out.” “I wanna see it,” chimed in Sabrina, starting to uncoil from her position. “I thought it was nasty.” I teased half heartedly, but I was so ready to show her nonetheless. “You wanna get it out or not?” She asked, smiling a bit as she slid off the bed to stand beside me. “Uh huh…” I said it so plaintively and with such pain in my voice that both girls immediately responded to it. “My poor baby,” cooed Diana, moving close and embracing me. She gave me a tender kiss and ran her hands lightly across my chest and stomach. “We’ll make it better.” She gingerly cupped one hand around my balls, lifting them a bit which actually helped. “Just tell us what you want.” “I– ugh– I want to spray both of your hot bodies,” I groaned. “I want to show you how fucking beautiful you both are. But I know that Sabrina…” “Sabrina,” she cut me off, coming up behind me and lightly stroking my upper arm and bottom, “is in a pretty fucking good mood right now and about to take a shower anyway and she can get over a little mess, especially for a hot guy in such obvious distress.” She started to softly kiss my shoulder, moved closer so her body touched mine from my back all the way down. Her flesh was slick and a little clammy. “Ohhh.” It came out of me as a pained whine. My balls ached so bad now. I almost couldn’t feel my cock anymore– it was strangely numb. Diana took my face in both her hands and kissed me tenderly again. I could taste Sabrina’s pussy on her lips and tongue. She continued to my neck, one soft hand delicately exploring my chest and side, dandying one of my nipples while the other one went back to cupping my throbbing nuts. Sabrina was also caressing me from behind, wrapping one sinuous arm around my neck and stroking softly up the side of my face, pushing my hair over the other shoulder so she could plant soft kisses on the nape of my neck. She had to be on her tiptoes to reach that far. The tender, affectionate attention from both sides got me tingling all over, and I started getting a little dizzy. I stood there swaying and groaning, accepting soft kisses and caresses until I didn’t know or care who was doing what; it just felt like the place I had always been searching for but never found. I didn’t know how much time passed but finally I became aware of my cock again, someone’s hand was rubbing on it softly and evenly, and I knew my relief was coming soon. “Oh god, girls. Oh God, you fucking sweethearts. Please, God. I need this.” I was starting to get the shakes again. “Tell us what you want.” Diana breathed it so softly right in my ear. Her warm, damp breath was maddening. “I want you to kiss while I fucking defile you,” I gasped at last. “I want to paint you angels in my cum.” “Mmm that’s what I’m talking about. ‘Brina?” Diana was crawling back up onto the bed, arms held out. Sabrina didn’t answer with words. She came slowly around from behind me, giving me a lingering caress from my neck down and climbed up to join Diana on the bed. Their embrace was joyful, romantic– they looked into each other’s eyes and touched each other’s faces gently and let their hands roam all over one another, alternately stealing mischievous glances back at me as I stood there taking it in. First a couple of soft pecks, then their mouths opened and their tongues started to duel and their quiet sighs intensified as their bodies squirmed closer together. My genitals felt stretched tight, like the skin around the whole area had shrunk. Their mouths were making such wet sounds together. Almost with trepidation, reverently, I took an unsteady step forwards, closer to them. Their mingled musk filled my nostrils. Another step, and I got one knee on the bed. I thought I could feel every fiber in the bedspread as my cockhead dragged across it. The whole dick was dark red now. It didn’t even wobble escort tuzla as I moved. My angels let themselves fall back together, partially facing one another but their bodies also opened up to me, their legs intertwining, hands still busy smoothing each other’s heated skin, hungry, fleeting, flirty kisses passing back and forth as I drew up over them. They were still stealing glances at me and my aching sex, both of them smiling with anticipation. Sabrina pushed Diana’s tits up towards her face and both of them lashed their tongues over her stiff pink nipples. Her smile was beatific, ecstatic. I gripped myself then, knowing I probably wouldn’t even need to stroke– what with the all the beauty and the raw, natural sensuality on display before me– but I was hurting and impatient and feeling that string pull tight inside again was welcome– even though it hurt enough to make me wince this time. I beat off over them, slowly, enduring that now-familiar sensation of pleasure so intense that it was tough to feel the orgasm coming on, fighting to keep my eyes on them, to prevent my back arching and taking my gaze to the ceiling. But I was as surprised as they at the sudden sprinkling stream that splattered out across their linked legs, followed by several more thin, watery streams that preceded a single thick dribble of sperm that dolloped out to the covers between my legs. They cooed and Diana tasted it as she had before but it was nowhere near what I was expecting, nor had I had an identifiable climax to go with the ejaculation. It was still all hot, crackling pleasure, but there was no blissful respite to be had. No crushing wave. The release was… insufficient. Incomplete. My need had definitely lessened, though, and the ache in my balls became more like just “sore”, but my heart rate was still up and I felt… Well– I felt unsatisfied. Two incredibly hot girls making out for me, over an hour of buildup and that was what I had given them. They were still sweet and gracious, and they continued to playfully fuck around with each other, but the moment was anticlimactic in terms of intensity and soon enough Sabrina made good on her threat to shower and Diana wanted to go out to smoke. She just toweled the s**ttered drops of semen off her legs and started to dress. “Wanna smoke?” she asked, trying to turn her shirt right-side out. “Yeah, I guess. Really don’t wanna get up.” She swayed over to where I now lay, stood there looking at me with those bright eyes, the ghost of her sweet little smile still haunting her face. “You said it yourself, sometimes you end up lunch, right?” “What do you mean?” “You’re gloomy is what I mean. Not what a person would expect from a guy in your situation.” “What makes you think I’m not just… tired?” “Because that’s different from gloomy.” She said, breezing out the door with both my pack of smokes and what I realized was my stash box in her hand. I thought briefly about sneaking into the bathroom to watch Sabrina in the shower. Unlike Diana, she was probably currently naked, but with the somewhat malfunctioning state of my apparatus I thought it might be best to just let it reset itself or something, and I resolved to try and let my dick get completely limp and be totally relaxed before trying to mess around again. My stomach hurt deep inside, like a gas bubble or something, and I knew it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Diana was right, I was kind of fucked up about that last encounter, as it should have been some kind of Mt. Everest summit of my life, one of my longest-held and unlikeliest fantasies from the midnight fever dreams of boys 14 to 100 fully realized. Two girls. But there had been no climax. The fuse just wouldn’t stay lit. No grand finale. Now, letting that little mishap ruin all the amazing things that had come to pass before was just dumb enough to be my style, and I knew that. The only way to stop that from happening, to not come out of this with more regrets than gladness, was to get another opportunity to make it right, and whether or not my getting-too-old-for-this-shit body or my aching, abused testicles complained, I was going to do just that, if I could.

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