The CFNM Brunch Society - Final Chapter


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"Oh, yes, Miss Amy!"

Encouraged, she pressed harder, the dildo slowly disappearing into his ass until she could go no further, and she thrilled to the feeling of his ass cheeks against her naked hips. Her pussy was dripping, her nipples hard as pebbles, her breasts drawn up so tight they hurt. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, she began to thrust into his ass, discovering that the harness was cleverly designed to stimulate her clit as she reached the end of each stroke. That was something of a problem; she wanted this first time to last for both of them. While she wondered what to do, she found herself panting harder, the waves of pleasure from her clit building.

Without warning, she plunged her cock deep into his ass as her orgasm surged from nowhere to overwhelm her. She screamed, a wordlessly cry of mindless pleasure, wave after wave rolling through her until she collapsed over his back, spent, all thought fled.

Minutes later, she shakily righted herself. Her legs were wobbly, and she put both hands on Tom's ass to steady herself. Astonishingly, the dildo was still deep inside him. Equally astonishing, her cunt still felt like it was on fire, and she wanted nothing more than to experience that incredible pleasure again. Without a word, she began to pound his ass ruthlessly, the firsts jolts of sensation to her clit almost painful, then settling into a growing warmth that spread quickly into her belly. She was vaguely aware of liquid running down both her legs but dismissed it as she slammed into him again and again, the sound of the flesh smacking together loud in the stillness.

"I'm fucking your ass, Tom," she gasped. "I just came in your ass and I'm going to cum again."

His response was a wordless growl of hunger and he thrust his hips back to meet each of her savage thrusts. As her pleasure grew, promised bliss coming closer and closer, Amy's vision went black; she didn't know whether she'd closed her eyes or whether sight had failed.

And that was where, from her cocoon of darkness, she heard Tom gasp, "Fuck me, Miss Amy! Please! Fuck my ass hard!"

Never, never had she felt anything like that orgasm. For long moments she seemed totally disconnected from her body, awash in a river of pure pleasure. She collapsed on him again, screaming over and over, but this time her legs failed; she was dimly aware of sliding down his back and ass to land in a heap on the carpet.

This time it was even longer before Amy came back to herself. Sliding over the sofa, she clawed her way to her feet, swaying slightly. She reached out, caressed his ass. Slipping her hand to his cock, she discovered that he was still rock-hard. She stroked him slowly as she leaned in and whispered, "You didn't cum. You're such a good boy." Before he could reply, she released him and pushed at his shaking legs to close them. She tugged on his shoulder. With her help, he straightened, and she balanced him briefly before leading him around the sofa, guiding him to sit. She wanted to cuddle him, but there were things she had to do, first.

She leaned down and gently kissed his lips, and whispered, "I'll be right back." Stripping off the harness and dildo, she took them into the bathroom. After carefully removing the well-used condom, she separated the dildo with no little effort—there was probably a trick to it that she hadn't learned yet—and laid it in the sink for Tom to clean later. A warm washcloth cleaned her sticky legs but she nearly came again as she wiped her dripping pussy.

"Un-fucking-believable," Amy muttered. "My God, is this what I've been missing all my life?" Shaking her head, she made her way to the kitchen, returning to the living room with a tall glass of cold water. Carefully, she tilted the glass against Tom's lips (he was still erect, she noted with pride) as he sat hooded and blindfolded on the sofa, and watched him gulp again and again. Finally, he drew his head back slightly. She slaked her own thirst and set the glass aside.

Settling in beside him, she hugged him close, her naked thigh pressed against his. "Are you OK?"

"I'm OK, Miss Amy."

She caught something in his tone. "And what are you not telling me?" she asked, abruptly worried.

"I'm incredibly fucking horny, Miss Amy."

She couldn't help herself; she laughed, long and full-throated. "You poor baby! You've been teased half to death today, haven't you?"

He hesitated. "And yesterday. It was all I could do not to jack off when I got home."

It was her turn to hesitate. "So, why didn't you?"

"I was... saving it for you, Miss Amy."

She felt tears come to her eyes. "You know, Tom, I'm not sure I'm good enough for you." She hugged him fiercely.

"I'm sure."

And just like that her passion was back, insistent, demanding. She pushed back, leaned over him and took his swollen cock deep into her mouth. Licking and sucking, her cupped his balls with her left hand, then forced herself to stop. Sitting up again, she said hoarsely, "I want you."

He was silent, then answered, "You just had me, Miss Amy."

"And that was incredible, and I want to do that again. I want to do that lots more, in fact. But I want your cock, too. Inside me." Dammit, she was dripping again.

Tom shrugged, jingled his cuffs. "I, uh, seem to be a bit—hampered—right now, Miss Amy."

Which provoked another laugh. "Silly boy!" she said. "We're going to do this my way, of course!"

He sighed. "Of course, Miss Amy."

She wondered if he thought she was going to tease him again and not allow him to cum. Thinking back on everything he'd been through that day, she decided not to torment him any further. Or, at least, not to deny him orgasm. She put her lips next to his ear and whispered, "I promise that you're going to cum with your cock inside my pussy. No more teasing."

Tom relaxed visibly. "Thank you, Miss Amy! I enjoy being frustrated, but like I said yesterday—"

"Only up to a certain point," she finished. "Well, that point's been passed. Give me a second." Rising, she located Valerie's bag (she didn't remember tossing it that far away) and fished out another condom. Ripping it open, she kissed the tip of his straining cock and swiftly unrolled it over his shaft.

"Good," she said. "Now, scoot your ass this way." After he slid to the center of the sofa, she straddled his thighs. Leaning down, she kissed and nibbled one nipple while her hand tormented the other. Raising her head, she gave him a deep, open-mouthed kiss, feeling his mouth open in return. Their tongues dueled for a moment, and he sighed into her mouth.

She was so hot she felt like would melt. Reaching between then, she grabbed his cock and held it in position. "I'm straddling you, naked, and I'm going to fuck you, now. But you're not going to see a thing, and you can only touch—what? My knees? Poor thing. That's going to be so frustrating for you."

Wordlessly, he nodded.

"But I'm not a total bitch. I got so fucking horny watching you in the mall, watching your helplessness, watching you finger Valerie and Jill that I came twice just fucking your ass. And I'm still so fucking horny from fucking your ass that I'm going to cum again like a shot. So, you have my permission to cum just as soon as I do." And with that, she impaled herself to the hilt.

Tom's head flew back, and his mouth opened but no sound emerged. Amy began working her hips back and forth, his hard cock riding her slit as she bent forward. She curled one hand around the back of his head, pulling it forward and shoved her breast into his face. His lips worked at her eagerly, licking and sucking, the bare edge of his teeth scraping over her sensitive flesh causing her to shiver and the heat in her pussy to redouble. She braced her hands on the back of the sofa and began slamming herself down on his cock, feeling him rise to meet her. His lips never left her nipple, now exquisitely sensitive. Without warning, he bit down, the merest nip, and she exploded, seizing the back of his head with both hands, pulling him tighter into her breast as she came, and came, and came.

Moments later, she distantly heard a muffled shout and Tom bucked beneath her, again and again, his body straining with the force of his long-denied release. Each movement sent new waves of pleasure washing through her, and Amy thought desperately that she'd never stop cumming, that she would die from sheer ecstasy. Finally, though, her body relented, and she collapsed onto him, panting. He wriggled his head to one side so he could breathe, and that simple touch threatened to set her off again. With the last of her strength she pushed away and collapsed on the sofa beside him.

An unknowable time later, she came back to herself. Tom sat motionless, his mouth gaping slightly open. She kissed him quickly, stripped the condom off his now-limp cock. She thought it might have been the first time in two days that he hadn't been at least somewhat hard. Carefully tying a knot in the condom's end, she hurried off to the bathroom.

This time, her pussy didn't threaten to send her into another spiral of ecstasy as she wiped it. Disposing of the condom, she moved back to the living room and found that Tom still hadn't moved. She found her skirt and tank top and pulled them on. Moving to the back of the sofa, she gently unlaced the hood and pulled it off. Tom's hair was matted with sweat; a few strands stuck up wildly. Amy leaned over and fondly smoothed them back into place, then kissed the top of his head.

Moving to the front, she said, "Can you sit up?" His eyes opened, and his expression fell at finding her clothed again. "Uh, uh. You'll have to earn that, buddy. Now, sit up." She quickly unbuckled his cuffs and belt, sliding them from behind him. Tossing them on the floor, she snuggled beside him, loving the feel of his bare skin and the strength of his arms as he held her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, more content than she could ever recall being.

Much later, she heard him say drowsily, "Amy? You remember yesterday when I said there are two stages to a relationship, before and after?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"I like our after."

"Me too, lover. Now, sleep." And they did.