2 comments/ 14468 views/ 1 favorites Loving Honey By: still_goin Sex just keeps getting better. That is not to say that it isn’t true what they say about old age not being for sissies, it just means that along with all the aches, pains and blown joints, there are compensations for those who keep working on their relationships. On personal terms, I mean the sexual relationship between my wife, Honey, and me. I can honestly say that every year, I have enjoyed sex with my sweet companion more. This is not something that happened accidentally. It is something that we have both worked at. There have been bumps in the road and rough patches aplenty, but through it all, we have communicated and through communication, we have resolved our conflicts and problems, and emerged committed more deeply and in more meaningful ways. If you are just beginning your trip toward eternity, be aware that change is the one great constant–a delightful paradox, if you will. Everything around you is in flux and as a result, you must ever be ready to change your ways, to adjust to the ever-changing realities around you, for example, children. Enough said. Don’t worry, I’m not going there, and I’m neither am I going to gross you out by describing our sagging flesh and bulging rolls of fat. The truth of the matter is that the ego that looks out through my eyes– the same ego and libido that is behind the controls when I close my eyes during sexual intercourse–is the same me as forty-five years ago when I first sampled the joys of sex, but much more skillful. Intercourse! There’s an interesting word. When I was younger the word had a loaded overtone, even without the prefix, sexual, appended to it. It was one of those taboo words that were frowned upon in polite society. How things have changed! It was much later that I realized that ‘intercourse’ is a great word to describe the defining quality of sex. It correctly identifies give and take (as in conversation), between two or more persons as the key quality of coition. So even without the specific application of coitus, it is already a word that tells you what is the most important quality to be promoted when exchanging sexual favors. And as with conversation, the equation between giving and taking is implicit. Only by giving can you take. If you’re clear on that point, then you’re on the way to being a good cocksman or cuntlady. If you are young, you might not believe that. The ardor of youth is easily satisfied. Young men think nothing of slaking their lust without consideration of their partners’ needs. But that is only marginally better than masturbation. As delicious as it is, something much better awaits those who can imagine an even better experience, hard as it may be to believe. So cut to the chase. No, not yet. There is still one important point to make. For the best experience that sex has to offer, youth may actually be a disqualifying condition. It will remain to the young reader to prove me wrong, to take my insight and prove that a young man can reach the same heights. Imagine, young man, that you are lying in bed, as I was this afternoon, with the sun streaming in through the window. The room is warm. I am lying on top of the bedding inhaling cognac fumes as the alcoholic spirits evaporate off my tongue. Honey lies beside me rubbing my feet and I am reciprocating, waiting for the rush of a pipe-full of marijuana to do its magic. Occasionally she runs a hand up my leg toward my groin. Once or twice I lift one of her legs for a peak at her pussy. A CD sets the mood—classical for us, but that’s a matter of taste. Slowly my penis is becoming turgid. This is quite different from the way it was even ten years ago when my penis stood erect from the moment I entered a room where she awaited me, coming in from the bath. Now it takes a while for my cock to awake. That’s okay because this is quality time. Why be in a hurry to get it over with? This is a time when we can concentrate on sharing what we’re thinking about at a deeper level than everyday talk. It’s also a time for back scratching, massage, foot rubs, and for me, having the hair on my stomach and balls lightly stroked by warm hands. It’s not quite yet time for muff diving or tit chewing, though that time is near. It’s time to allow the world to recede leaving us together in a bubble apart from the world. The ringer on the phone is tuned off, the doors are locked, the children are grown up and away from home. We are our only distractions. Before beginning oral activity, I like to sniff the wonderful odor of Honey’s cunt. This is like shifting from third to second going into a curve and then accelerating into the straight stretch. It causes a change in attitude. The atmosphere in the bubble becomes purposeful. I might, in the process, stroke her labia and clitoris lightly with my nose–just enough to take her with me as I accelerate. Then I crawl my way up, biding awhile with my tongue at her navel and breasts along the way. My cock is like a bologna, tapered at both ends but still hanging down. Later it will become rigid like an iron bar but now is hangs down and swings back and forth with my balls to brush against honey’s legs and stomach depending upon where I am on her. Our noses meet and I explore her face with mine before our lips meet. Our mood today is languid, for the while, so I kiss her sweetly and explore her mouth with my tongue with my lips just barely brushing hers; licking her lips, her teeth, twirling around her tongue. Somewhere along the way my cock ceases to brush against Honey; it has reached readiness and now is angled up. It is hard and rigid but it will get harder and more rigid. While kissing her with more passion, I take my place kneeling between her legs and lift her heels into the air, so I can crawl forward and lay the bottom of my cock in the groove that bridges the gap between her mons venerus and anus. I push my cock down into the groove and I wiggle my hips back and forth and then back up and look at the strands of precum tying my cock to her clitoris. Holding her legs like this, I can see her open vagina clearly and the moistness that is beginning to flow shines in the sunlight. Where all the plains of her limbs come together the moistness looks like cream with little curds and my mouth begins to water with anticipation. Yes, I can see that she is well along the way to being ready to proceed. But there is no hurry. I take a couple of small steps backward with my knees and bend down for just a taste. “You taste exceptionally good, today, Honey.” “She’s feels quite ready.” “Yes, she is ready. But I’m not.” “Oh. Would you like me to see how you taste?” “Ummmm.” I roll over onto my back. Honey takes up position between my legs and takes my sex into her hands, as if weighing a fish at the seafood counter. Then she commences brushing my crotch with her hair, which is short enough to be electric in its effect. I can’t help but to arch my back in an attempt to expose the bottom of my balls and she gives them a couple of brushes, but quickly moves on up the bottom of my cock toward the bulb at the end–the glans penis–the bottom of which is the most sensitive point of my apparatus. I am trying to push against her by thrusting my hips toward her, but she is teasing me and the more I push myself forward, the more she backs off, leaving me both delighted and frustrated. I cannot keep it up and after a couple of shivers, I settle down into the bed. If she’s going to tease me, I’m going to make her come to me. Now that I’ve surrendered, Honey allows me to win. Resting her forehead on my stomach she begins to lick the head of my cock. My butt muscles clench involuntarily and again my hips thrust up, but her head keeps me from pushing into her mouth with my cock. She takes pity, though and begins to fuck my cock with her mouth and I can’t help opening my eyes to watch my cock disappear between her lips, only to reappear glistening with precum and spit. The most devastating thing she does with oral sex is licking the length of my urethra from my balls to the glans penis, especially in the little ‘V’ where the glans meets the shaft of my cock. At this point, I wish to digress a moment. One of the things we’ve had to work through lately is the effect of age on my libido. Part of the solution has been testosterone shots but more important has been coming to an understanding that age has turned the tables on us. It used to be that I had to work hard to arouse Honey to the point where she would get the most out of sex, and I had to find a way to contain my excitement. Now the situation is the exact opposite. My cock has been hard enough to enter Honey for some time now, but beginning to fuck too soon would make for a lackluster experience for me because my cock would never appreciate the fucking like it does when I reach a higher level of arousal. By arousing me to a point of nearly ejaculating, Honey can start me from a plateau. It’s like taking off for space from a mountaintop. The joy of age is that once I reach this plateau of excitement, I can prolong it for an extended period. It’s like taking the exact moment when earlier I would have begun ejaculating and keeping that wonderful feeling for another hour or so. Toward this end, Honey is tonguing the soft lip of my glans where the ‘V’ comes together–until, that is, I tell her it is time to stop. She climbs off me and I jump up and place a pillow on the side of the bed for her to sit on, legs draped over the edge. Standing before her, looming above her, I look down at my cock. Now it is not only hard and rigid, but also ardent with precum hanging down like a spider’s silk, with globules running down and disappearing out of sight. Holding my balls I offer my cock to her for a final suck before kneeling to worship at the temple of Venus. Her legs, the twin columns of her temple, frame my head as I bow before her. Her sweet vagina looks so delicious, my mouth waters in anticipation. But first I run my nose up and down a couple of times just to let the odor permeate my nostrils. Honey’s legs are taking on a life of their own as she tries to press her sex upon my nose but it is my turn to tease her a little. What goes around comes around. Clearly, I could enter Honey at any time now, but what’s the hurry. One thing I can’t do now that I could as a teenager is to come again, so before I come, I intend to make the most of it. Holding her nether lips apart with my fingers I begin to lick up from her anus to her clit with light strokes. She sighs with each pass. I pull the hood back from her clitoris and carefully suck it into my mouth. She holds her breath. I suck it in and out a couple of times. Then I move to another theater of operation. I begin to put pressure on her perineum, the tight flesh between the vagina and anus. Moving right along, I begin to rim the circumference of her vagina, pushing my tongue in as far as it will go. Now it’s important to understand that all of this is done in symphony with Honey’s response. Like me, what delights one moment, palls in the next moment, and good pressure becomes too much pressure in an instant. But by paying attention, one can avoid these pitfalls. It’s like rolling a hoop with a stick. You have to pay attention to the stick and the hoop or it falls flat. Except for sucking it into my mouth a couple of times, I have not devoted much attention to Honey’s clitoris up to this point. It has been my experience that if I try to excite her clitoris too soon, it has the opposite effect from what I want. It took me years to understand this. If you look at XXX videos, the porn stars tend to go right after it, but the actresses have been prepped before the filming begins, so you can’t judge reality from what you see in the movies. After you have come to know a woman well, you can begin to tell when a porno queen is really aroused and when she is acting. Watch the clitoris. If it is extended and pokes out from between its lips, she’s excited. If she is yelling and screaming, “oh, oh, oh, etc.,” but her clitoris is lying inside her lips, she’s faking it. Also look to see if her chest reddens and if her heels start to kick against the man’s legs. Back to the cockpit. Honey’s pussy lips are swollen and her clit has begun to emerge. I carefully lick up one side of the clitoris and down the other side. I turn my head and flick it back and forth a little. I am being careful not to put too much pressure on the little man in the boat yet. Everything I read says the 11:00 o’clock spot it the hottest for most women. For Honey, the hottest spot is where the clitoris splits on either side of the urethra. But it takes great care to excite her orally because the urethra entrance is quite tender. Honey has to be almost out of her mind before she can take direct stimulation here. It always works better if we’ve been fucking for a while first. Still, I can tease her clitoris, both at the entrance to the urethra and around the little man in the boat and when she finally comes, as she almost always does, that is my signal to proceed to the next step. Something else she loves is when I stick my tongue as far in her vagina as it will reach and then suck her clitoris into my mouth and purse my lips around it. I could bite it off if such a thought occurred to me—perish the thought. All this cunt work is interactive. I read her response and make adjustments. And my psychology is such that her response is what excites me most. I know when the time is ripe by her readiness which creates my readiness. To kneel between her legs, to make room on the edge of the bed, I have to push her legs up and back toward her head. This leaves me kneeling on the edge of the bed, looking down at my cock. which is all smeared with precum and about to explode. Something about the smell and taste of pussy does that to him. He will never be bigger and harder than he is now. Yes, we both think of my cock as he and Honey’s pussy as she. I take him in my hand and run the head up and down Honey’s groove a couple of times. Yes! Sometimes I will just lean on him and follow him down to the bottom and then stay there, locked in the most intimate embrace, feeling the warmth radiate through my cock, up into my guts, and out the top of my head. Today, however, I’m in the mood to dick around a little bit, excuse the expression. I hold her feet in my hands and put the meatus of my cock against her clit and use my hips to push the head of my cock down the groove toward her open vagina. But I don’t enter. I pull back. Honey’s hips are going crazy. She wants me in. No way, José! Instead, I hunker down so my cock is pointed up at her clitoris and push the head up against the top of the vestibule. A wiggle one way and the cock will slip up and out of the entranceway and pluck the clitoris as it springs free. A wiggle the other way and the bulb will boink into her cunt like a grape or a watermelon seed, squeezed between two slippery fingers. Wiggle enough and you have a crazy lady under you, pulling on your ass cheeks to get you in where you belong. You can only resist such entreaties so long, then it would be churlish to refuse a lady what she wants. I’m not that kind of guy so I allow her to pull me in. Nice of me, eh? If you do this right, and it’s nature’s way that you can’t do it every time, but if you do it right, just coming in will be enough to give her an orgasm. Not the end all orgasm that a good fuck culminates in, but a nice, along the way orgasm. Skillful fucking will take that initial orgasm and build on it so that while there may be a few dips, the trend is ever up and up. I slide in so wonderfully that the feeling seizes me. Warmth radiates from my cock, suffixing my balls and spreading to my face. My ears glow. It is exactly the feeling of my first orgasm at age fifteen, minus the ejaculation. I will have several orgasms today before I ejaculate, and when I finally do cum, it will be because I have worked at it. I will expend so much of my hormonal load with these wonderful ‘dry’ orgasms that I will have to work for release in the end. But my cock will feel like it is just on the verge of coming the whole time and considering that this is going to last an hour or so, that’s pretty good. I hold my cock tight into the depths of Honey’s pussy while the feeling rolls over me–and Honey, too, for that matter. She feels my ecstasy and responds to it with her own, because we are one. This is just indescribable, so why am I even trying to describe? Because, even if I can’t describe the feeling, I can describe the process and tell you how worthwhile it is to work toward the goal of multi-orgasms, male style. Since experiencing multi-orgasms myself, I have looked on the World Wide Web and discovered that it is a known phenomenon. Look under Kegel exercises for more about it. You’ll be glad you did. So here I am buried in Honey’s pussy and the feeling is beginning to dissipate, and the music on the CD is proceeding at a brisk pace, so I take up the beat and start to piston in and out with vigor. I am in a modified missionary position. The old fashioned missionary never did much for me. It was too hard to get deep penetration. But this gives me all the leverage I need. I kneel between Honey’s legs and hook her legs with my arms from below, lifting her knees up and pulling her ass toward me, at the same time pulling her pussy up tight against my cock and pubic bone. When I am through, her legs are resting on my legs in the bend of my hips, her pussy is canted at just the right angle for me to penetrate her to the bottom of her vagina, and I have available several angles from which I can thrust into her. If I crawl toward her, I can angle the tip of my prick up into her ‘g’ spot. Increase that angle a little more and I can ‘miss’ her vagina and slide up through her vestibule and over her clit, strumming it like a banjo with my cock head. Conversely, if I back off a bit I can slide the top of my cock down her groove and push against her perineum from the inside. Tonight I alternate pushing against her ‘g’ spot and stubbing the taught sphincter at the top of her vagina with each stroke. This soon has her panting audibly. “Do you like this, Honey?” I ask. She answers by humping up her pussy so that I penetrate fully despite my position and it feels wonderful. So wonderful that I begin to extend the same stroke from outside the entrance of her pussy to the farthest depth I can reach in long slow strokes. The music’s tempo has picked up and I fuck her to the tempo. Since my cock feels so good, it is a real pleasure to vary these long strokes by putting pressure on a different facet of my cock each time. I do this by swaying my hips, but when Honey’s motion makes it difficult for me to control, I take back the initiative by grabbing her heels and holding them in my hands and spreading them apart as far as they will reach. Now there is almost no ‘V’ formed by her legs, just a little ‘O’ where her vulva breaks the plain of her legs. If she were vertical, she’d be doing the splits. Now I “stand” upright on my knees, back straight, instead of hunched over her as before. Now I become a bow, my cock an arrow, as I arch my back forward and back while pushing and pulling on her heels. By bouncing a little on my knees, I soon set the bedsprings to bouncing in sympathy with my bowing motion. Soon my pubis is slapping against Honey’s mons venerus with an audible slap slap slap, competing with the keening of Honey as she cries out in delight. Suddenly the music becomes adagio again and I immediately slow down to a near stop. The only contact between Honey and me now is my hands on her heels and my lignum in her yoni. I move my cock slowly around her pussy like a pestle in a mortise. All the feeling in the world is now concentrated in my penis and it responds by having another orgasm without ejaculating. I lean forward, sliding all the way in again, and pause as the waves of pleasure roll over me. Loving Honey Honey’s vulva has become so swollen that bottoming out is like landing on the air bumper after a pole vault. I take advantage. I grind my pubic bone into this swollen tissue. I do it carefully. Too much pressure is a turn off for her, but light pressure fans her flames. What I am trying to do now is to minimize the sliding in and out while I maximize the manipulation of her clitoris and labia with the base of my cock. Nowhere in all the web pages on male anatomy is the base of the cock treated as a subject, but I suspect I am not unique in having a swelling there. It’s not very noticeable except when I masturbate or fuck. Along with the glans, it is one of the two triggers for an ejaculation when I am beating off. Now I am using it to squish around the swollen tissues of Honey’s sex, and at the same time, my glans is getting a treat of its own. But, be aware, women don’t have any nerves in the depths of their vaginas. The nerves are all at the entrance. This subtle manipulation is hardly any manipulation at all, yet it is all that is necessary to bring to Honey to a new plateau of excitement and I respond with yet another orgasm, and shooting a little more semen into my bladder where it will perfume my urine with a fishy odor all week, reminding me what else the cock in my hand is for when I pee. Honey reaches up, elbows locked, and holds my chest away from her to increase the pressure my hips are putting on her vulva and vagina. This pulls her ass up into the air and my fucking is now straight up and down into her ever more steamy cunt. When she can no longer hold me, I return to my knees and squat on my heels. My cock is rigid enough to pry up on her vagina with its tip. It puts pressure directly on her ‘G’ spot, and she loves it. Yet another plateau. Her keening is now loud enough to alarm the neighbors. Lucky they are hard of hearing. I reach up and take some spit from my mouth to lubricate my fingers. My saliva is still sticky from eating honey, I mean Honey. I pull most of the way out and stroke my exposed cock, mingling the spit with the pussy juice covering it, and then put my fingers and thumb on either side of her clitoris, pressing it down on my cock through her swollen flesh as I slowly slide my cock in, getting off on the increased sensation. When my penis just about to emerge, my fingers press the tail of her clitoris, where is splits around her pisshole, against the corona of the glans and then I slowly frig my cock in and out just an inch or so, to palpitate her clit in this manner. I pinch my fingers and thumb closer together so I am holding her clitoris between them and then fuck my cock up against it from below. She screams in ecstasy. I begin slow long strokes, alternating between stroking into her pussy and stroking up against her clitoris, then I begin to allow my fingers to stroke against her clitoris while my cock strokes in and in and in, and suddenly it is almost impossible to stay in the saddle. The mare is bucking and it’s all I can do to keep my seat. But I don’t lose my rhythm, and my fingers continue to do their magic. Beware, young men. Be sure you stop doing this before the first sign of inadequate lubrication or everything good will cease in no uncertain terms. Fingers aren’t as smooth as a cock. Honey’s heels are kicking the backs of my legs in rhythm with her grunts; her neck is bent back; she looks like she’s in agony; the tendons of her neck stand out like twisted steel cables. She is coming and this orgasm is destroying her. This time it is a true purgation of emotions and leaves her drained. I respond with another orgasm, but I still don’t ejaculate. I hunker over her, penis as fully inserted as I can make it, and kiss her, loving the taste of my precum, which is still in her mouth from our foreplay. My hand finds her breasts and rubs her nipples in a circular motion. My balls are buzzing and my cock feels like a million dollars. Honey opens her eyes and looks up at me, “I love you.” “I love you, Honey. All the time. Not just when we’re fucking, oops, making love.” This is a tease. She normally doesn’t like to fuck, but always likes to make love. She also doesn’t like it if I only say I love her during sex. I make it a point to say, I love you every night when I come to bed. “How about you get on top for a while, Honey?” I have found a sure-fire way to get Honey positioned in exactly the right place when she’s riding me on top. (No, I don’t allow her to wear spurs.) My description probably won’t be adequate for your mind’s eye to imagine this, but if you try it I think you’ll figure it out and it’s well worth it, especially for the woman on top. What I do is make a lap while lying on my back, by pulling my knees up toward my head. It started with me making a lap to hold Honey away from my cock so she wouldn’t wipe her pussy juice off it. If you let that happen it can cool your lady’s ardor just when you don’t’ want to. The ‘V’ of my lap is a sharper angle than the ‘V’ of her pubis and she is held off, away from me. Now I arch my back pushing the tip of my cock up toward her pussy, unbending only enough so my cock can push against her vestibule, but not enough to slide in. Now Honey has to move around until she can get my cock started in. At that point, she’s situated exactly right. The beauty of it is that now, I can fuck her clitoris and we both have equal control over how much pressure to bring to bear and how much motion. Similarly, I can fuck her clitoris on the way to a full stroke up and into her. Many times Honey has thought her last orgasm was the last orgasm, only to have this technique prove her wrong. Soon she is coming again and to keep her coming, I slow down and become a minimalist, working my glans around her vestibule, and enjoying the popping in and out of my glans which puts direct pressure on the frenulum, the absolutely most sensitive part of the cock, bar none, unless you count the clitoris. (It’s funny. I can beat off the day after having sex with Honey and come in about five minutes by manipulating the bottom of the glans lips and the little web of skin that extends up into the ‘V.’) It just so happens that concentrating on Honey’s needs during the last while has allowed my cock to lose some of it hardness. This manipulation of my frenulum with Honey’s clitoris, soon restores my cock to it solid state, though I hasten to add it isn’t as hard as when I entered. Rather, it is more tapered at both ends and can actually bend in the middle. Surprisingly, this makes it even more sensitive and makes some of the positions in the Kama Sutra possible that I had thought impossible when I was younger and harder. My erection re-established, I begin some serious fucking, encouraged by the music, which is now rather dramatic. Although Honey is on top and in control, I can do wonders grabbing her love handles and it’s not something she is loath to have me do. When Honey’s on top, here are some of the things that drive us wild. If I hump my hips the right way, my cock comes out of her vagina and up against her clitoris at the end of the stroke. When I do this, meatus ends up against her clitoris and the bottom of my cock (which is on top now) lies embedded parallel to her vulva while my balls are nestled up against her vagina. If you don’t think that feels good, you’ve got another think coming. If I hump another way my cock slides back in and if I keep pushing the head comes out at the other end of her groove, pointed at her asshole. Try it. It’s hard to describe but the feeling when you get it going is sublime. To visualize the above, stick your index finger up and then bend your wrist up and down so your finger turns a 90 degree turn. This is what my cock was doing inside Honey’s pussy. A caution: doing this expands her vagina almost to child birthing size and if you need the feeling of a tight pussy in order to come, this may be contraindicated. On the other hand if you want to reduce your honey to jelly, this is a good way to do it. My very favorite thing in this position and the most likely to make both of us come, is put my cock all the way in and then fuck her clitoris with the base of my cock, in a way that is similar to the way I made her come when I was on top, just before we changed positions. I usually put my arms on her shoulders and push down on them. She swivels her hips so the pressure I’m putting on her is directed toward her clitoris and bingo! Looking at her vagina while I do this, I can see her clitoris draped over either side of my cock, brushing against it as it moves in and out. It’s a sight to marvel to. I decide it’s time for me to build up to a crescendo. “Let’s try dead bug. I’m ready to take control for the climax. Is that okay?” Honey rolls off me and lies on her back with her legs sticking up like a dead bug, belly up. I position a pillow under my head and lie on my side at 90 degrees to her body. I put my top leg between her legs,. and grasping my cock wiggle my hips into position to insert it. Since I’d be a fool to hurry things, I pause to allow my fingers and cock to work together to make sure Honey’s pussy is still as hot as it can be. This is a great position from which to put a clitoris between your cock and fingers and make your woman go crazy. It’s also a good position to give your balls some loving or for your partner to tickle your balls while your cock tickles her cunt. By the way, this is a good position for stout people. Not tonight, but on other occasions I like to fuck her with both legs above my top leg. I prop a pillow under my butt so I don’t have to hold myself up to her with my muscles and then I let her take control; but not tonight. Tonight I push my cock in as far as it will go and then I push, push, push with my hips until I have her pussy pointing straight up, my ass facing the sky, and my cock pointing straight down. Now I slowly pleasure each face of my cock with pressure against Honey’s pussy using long slow strokes until she is with me. The cigar-like taper of my cock makes this a wonderful feeling. Then we begin on themes and variations, all tending toward greater passion. If she comes before me, we start over, slow to fast, poco a poco to vivaci. Now I have a sense that the end game has arrived. My breath is coming in gasps and I am conscious that my purpose is to damn well fuck her once and for all. I am concentrating on my own pleasure and it’s cool because giving myself pleasure is what Honey wants to do now. I am whistling under my breath and she is harmonizing with me in song as well as thrust for thrust. I can feel roiling up, the tide of my desire and it is good. Soon I am coming and I can sense my semen collecting, waiting for the moment. What takes place is impossible to describe but yet I will try. When a person ejaculates, the muscles clench in, analogous to breathing in. It’s the same muscular action that keeps you from peeing when you need to pee. Then, analogous to breathing out or peeing, the muscles contract to expel the semen. This is what you do not do when you have an orgasm without ejaculating. But now I want to ejaculate and yet, the pressure is not adequate yet and I must work harder. My hips are wild and frenzied things, working to pound my rigid prick in and out with fury. My cock is not longer half hard, but is enormous, hard, arching upward as it swives into Honey’s sweet pussy. The glans is swollen all out of proportion and deep purple. I am thrashing back and forth putting pressure on my penis from every angle and a faster and faster pace. My heart must be healthy because this is quite the aerobic workout. My breath is coming in gasps and I can feel the semen on its way, yet my muscles are holding it off, making me work yet harder. Honey is coming now too. It is a sympathetic thing and as she comes, she pulls me into her harder and harder, fingernails scoring my ass cheeks while I strain to push my penis up into her thorax. Suddenly my muscles freeze, cock extended to the fullest. I’M COMING. I’M COMING. Oceans of semen are flowing and I spasm once and lock my back and hips not allowing my cock to retreat an inch and then I’m screaming as I pull my cock back to the entrance and push soundly in again and spasm again, and thrice and four times, before collapsing into Honey’s extended arms, where I am taken to her breast.