And then the pleasure slowly ebbed, taking the last remnants of displeasure with it. I came back to the world, my mind fuzzy and at ease, a silly smile plastered on my face. I first became aware that I was lying down now. I was actually lying on top of Michele, my head resting carefully on her generous breast. I must’ve pulled out of her ass, I felt my cock against her hip (just as I felt hers against mine).
“What happened?” I asked when I could summon the strength.
“I don’t know, I kind of lost it there for a moment,” she said, “That was…”
“Indescribable,” I said and she giggled. I rolled over a little and felt sticky. I realized I’d laid on her body, which had been covered in her cum. Now it was on me as well.
“Sorry about that,” she said, running her hand along my belly where the cum had left a streak. Her hand still felt lovely.
“Don’t be,” I said, “I love it.”
“Plus, I guess that just evened us up,” she said. I looked at her, confused.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You fill me up completely. I didn’t know anyone could cum that much! It’s still leaking out of me onto the bed!” she said. I don’t know what, but that made me feel so good. To have filled her, to have eliminated a void. I leaned forward and kissed her once.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” I said. It was true. This was the moment, a moment after sex in the arms of someone with real affection, that I’d wanted my entire life.
“You don’t have to thank me,” she blushed, “That was everything I ever wanted.” Suddenly her face brightened, “But…”
“What?”
“Well, if you wanted to thank me, I do have one idea,” she said coyly. Despite the fact that I’d just cum, something about the way she said that made my body stir.
“What?” I asked, in a more sultry voice now.
“Well, I knew we had a connection at that place where we met,” she explained, blushing, “But I was still a little disappointed. I mean, not with what we did, it was amazing. But, I wanted it to be more… I wanted it to…” she started and it was clear she didn’t know what she wanted to say. She decided to just act.
She quickly got up on her knees on the bed. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at her. Her body glistened from our cum and also from her natural lightness. I felt closer her now, if that was even possible. I didn’t know what she was up to, but Michele quickly threw one leg over my body. Now she was straddling me, her knees almost at my armpits. I moved my arms so that they went over her calves. Her round, beautiful ass (indeed dripping with cum) was now looking me in the face. I felt the tip of her cock against the top of my breast. Michele bent forward quickly her hands moving to my thighs.
“What…” I started, but then I gasped. I felt Michele’s hands moved around the shaft of my penis. It was rapidly becoming hard again. I felt her beautiful lips, so familiar now, press up against the tip of my cock.
“Wait,” I said, realizing what was about to happen, “That was in…” I was going to say her asshole.
“Me. It was in me before and I wanted it again,” Michele said, “And, this is exactly what I wanted to do with you in the bathroom stall. I wanted me to be in you and you to be in me. I wanted us to give and receive pleasure at the same time.” And with that her mouth quickly slipped over my cock. It was even better than before. Her tongue was just as nimble but now seemed to know exactly what I liked.
But I wanted what she wanted. I needed to keep my end of the bargain. I got one of my hands underneath her body and found her now still cock against my neck and breast. Michele lifted her hips now, driving my cock deep into her warm throat but also exposing her cock to me. Her smooth balls were around eye level and her shaft was reddened slightly and very hard. With my hand I guided it back. Michele moved her hips slightly, accommodating me as I moved into position.
Within a few seconds I was lips to tip with her cock. I’d never sucked a cock before, in fact my face had never been in the close to another person’s dick before. But Michele’s cock was just as beautiful as the rest of her body. I wanted it inside of me so badly. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I felt Michele’s body shuddered (and her throat close around my cock) as I did so. She tasted salty and smooth. It opened my mouth wider and slid her cock into me. It felt strange, but wonderful to have her inside of my mouth. Her skin was hot and I could feel the strong, hard muscle just below the surface. I bathed Michele’s cock with my tongue. My eyes watered as it pushed into my throat.
Now we were exactly where Michele had wanted us. Our heads bobbing up and down in the same rhythm. My cock was sliding in and out of her mouth and her cock was sliding in and out of mine. My breasts were pressed against her stomach and her breasts were pressed against mine. The room filled with the smell of our arousal and the sounds of slurping and moaning. Our sensations, our sounds, our smells, and our emotions rolled together in one. Her pleasure was my pleasure and vice versa. It built together as we sucked one another’s hard cocks.
It did not take very long. We were too inflamed with sexual desire and too synched with one another’s needs. I could feel the orgasm building inside of me. I put my feet on the bed and thrust my hips up into Michele’s mouth. She thrust down with the same force, driving her cock deep into my throat and making me gag. As I gagged, my throat closed around her cock (just as she had done for me a week before). Feeling me gag, she seemed to know what was going to happen, and pushed my cock farther into her own throat, gagging as well. Now both of our throats were squeezing on another’s hard cocks.
Michele’s body went rigid and I heard her moan though it was muffled around my cock. I felt her cock seem to expand inside of my mouth and then I felt her hot, salty liquid spraying into my throat. I moved my head back so the rest of her delectable seed landed in my mouth, filling it rapidly and coating my teeth. This sensation, coupled with the fact that I felt Michele’s fingers teasing my scrotum and fiddling with my testicles, put me over the edge. The orgasm wasn’t the same transcendental event I’d felt the first time. But it was magical in a different way. I just felt the waves of my own pleasure spread out from my own body and sort of run into the pleasure in Michele’s. Our bodies writhed together, the great release of tension expanding and flowing as once. Our pleasures melding in a single pleasure, just as Michelle had wished.