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It was exquisite, intense and very localised like I had been on the edge all day and finally let it go in a rapid flood that was over all too soon.
The warmth disappeared from between my legs and after a few moments I opened my eyes to see Emma wondering in the garden. I closed my eyes again and tried to conjure up the sensations of orgasm.
I sensed rather than felt Emma at the end of the lounger, I was expecting her to go down on me again so when she re-positioned my legs to spread me wide I was just a little eager to feel her tongue. She spread my pussy lips and then a gentle stroking – OH FUCK – JEEZ – FUCKING HELL – I was on fire – I had been stung. AGHHHHH – I was cumming - SHITTTT. Something’s stung my clit - I was cumming. My clitoris was burning - I was cumming – my clit was swelling, burning, intense agony - I was cumming – JEEZ it hurt, the pain made me cum and the cum intensified the pain making me cum more, chain reaction. The pain would not stop, the orgasm just kept on building, growing, exploding. Wave after continuous wave of pain / pleasure, of agony / ecstasy. And then again, AGHhhh OhhHHHHH FUCK WILL THIS EVER END. And on and on with unremitting pain, uninterrupted rapture, never ending orgasm, I struggled to get up but just could not move. I was helpless, held down by muscles that just could not respond to anything other than the insistent commands bursting from my clitoris with one everlasting orgasm raking my body.
I don't know how long that ecstatic torture went on. I lost track of time and realty. In the distant past or the far future or now or never I was in my garden with orgasm tearing my body apart. When the pain / ecstasy didn't peak again but oh so slowly receded in waves radiating from my clit throughout my body I stopped writhing and let those pulses course through me. I felt a hot breath on my clitoris and I burst into orgasm again, one gentle stoke of a finger or tongue and I exploded in my own enclosed world of rapture. Emma put her lips to my burning, swollen clitoris, and sucked. It felt like the universe was draining away through my clit, like every sensation my body had ever felt was being sucked through my clitoris and out of me. She moved her face away, and rubbed me with delicate fingers while she slid up my body.
She kissed me with an intense passion and whispered "That was my thanks for inviting me Sammy. I hope you liked it as much as I do. Thanks for everything I really have had the most wonderful time of my life. I've got to go now, I'd like to meet again, do all this again with you and Lissa and Paul and Ahmeed, most specially with Ahmeed. I'll phone you." I'll let you know how things go."
As she stood she placed her hand on her lower stomach and said again "I'll let you know how things go."
I began to pull myself up to see her to her car but she lowered herself to kiss my sex, I lay back and closed my eyes and felt a brushing against my clitoris and I exploded into more shuddering, pain induced, unending orgasm. Whatever she did before, she’d done again. As the quivering pulsations of exquisitely painful rapture slowly ebbed from my body, leaving me totally exhausted I thought, 'I hope she tells me the fuck she does that'.
When I was eventually able to stand, the slightest movement sent pulses of delight bursting from my clitoris. I looked around, there was no sign of Emma but there was a small pile of stinging nettles on the floor and a single nettle lying on the lounger not far from where she had stroked me with it. Gingerly because the orgasmic spasms brought on when trying to move any faster brought me to my knees. I haltingly made my way to the front of the house, stopping every few steps to steady myself as orgasm racked my. I was naked and it was dark so the security lights came on. I looked around the pool of bright light. Emmas car had gone, the driveway was empty, I was alone. An owl hooted.
I still had to shower and get dressed, drive 50 miles for tonights gig and dance my heart out for an hour and a half. If this burning pleasure in my clit doesn’t subside by then, it's going to be one hell of a hot show.
Notes:
The trick with the nettles! Don't try this at home folks
Unless you really are into pain induced orgasm. I tried it on Paul the following Thursday. I told him what to expect and he was well up for it. I knelt before him and stroked a (gloved) handful of nettles along his shaft and glans. Instantly his already hard dick stood up more, swelled and stiffened, quickly followed by the rest of his body. The glans swelled and he shot a load straight into my face. He collapsed to his knees, a steady trickle of semen dripping from him. The trickle continued in various degrees for some minutes. Just blowing on the glans made him gush, touching his throbbing dick took him into raptures. He was desperate for a fuck, when he entered me I can honestly say I have not felt him so big and hard before. Unfortunately he shot a load within a few strokes. Fortunately that was not the end, we finished a long time later and I was absolutely sopping, with semen flowing from my vagina.
Was Emma Impregnated with Black Mans Semen?
I'd tried to phone Emma three or four times since the May Day Holiday. There was another holiday at the end of the month and I wanted to invite her again. I was also desperate to know if she had conceived. Each time I phoned I left a message on her answering service. I arrived home from work at 3:30AM this morning to be told by Paul that she had phoned up around midnight, in tears. I phoned back, she was still tearful, and sobbed that she was sure that she was pregnant but her period had started yesterday evening, almost a month late. And do I think that Ahmeed would be willing to sire her a child, would I ask him to phone her? I was actually relieved because I know that Paul does not want to bring kids into this madhouse world. I'm not sure about Ahmeed, but I would think that he'd like the opportunity to have some say in the decision. Well, now she can at least do the decent thing and ask.
Why is Paul answering my Phone at Midnight?
That’s simple, Last Saturday he moved in with me. I agonised for days when he asked. I argued back and forth tossing my independence (Paul is so easy going he won't interfere). Mens propensity for jealousy (Paul is so easy going it just won't happen). Should I fancy someone else (Paul is so easy going he'd want to help and willingly join in). Should I have sex with other men (Paul loves fucking me when I am slack and sloppy with other mens semen). What happens when I leave this shit hole of a country, (I'm planning of moving to southern France within the next 5 years, he'll either come with me [doubtful], commute and keep a place her in the UK [possible], or – well 5 years is a long time, let's just see). Basically, every argument but one that I could come up with against, Pauls personality shot that argument down. The one argument that I couldn’t resolve was. Do I love him? The answer, I don't know – I like him, I'm comfortable with him, and he's good for me and to me. He actively encourages my lifestyle. But if I loved him, would I still be eyeing up other men, would I be having sex with other men (or women for that matter). So I decided, what the fuck has love got to do with it? Have fun while I can!
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