“No. Don’t lean forward.Back.”
I lean back.
“Good. Now start humping it, babe,” Josh says. “Move your hips like you’re on top of me, fucking the shit out of me, trying to get yourself off.”
I comply, and it’s like I’ve been struck by lightning. My body begins squeezing and clenching fiercely, winding tighter and tighter.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Josh says. He’s begun stroking himself with his free hand. “Oh my God. So hot. Just like that, babe.”
I look at Josh, the way he’s jerking himself off, the totally perverted look on his face, and my entire body bursts into a ball of flames.
I move my hips forward and back with increased enthusiasm, imagining I’m fucking him, and he growls his approval. “Nice,” he says, his hand stroking his shaft fervently. “Oh, Kat. You’re killing me right now. You’re so fucking hot.”
The movement of my hips, combined with the rotation of the dildo and the sight of Josh jacking off—and especially the look on his face—are all conspiring to turn me into something inhuman. Oh, jeez, I’m about to turn into a freaking werewolf. I’m sweating. My skin is rippling all over. My heart is leaping out of my chest.
Josh twists the dial again.
Swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe,the machine says, a perfect frenzy of precise stimulation.
Holy shitballs. Jesus fucking Christ. Oh my God.
I make a sound like a wild boar that’s just been struck by a hunter’s crossbow.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. The pleasure is too much to bear. I have to relieve the pressure somehow. I lean back and fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples and throw my head back, grinding my hips voraciously into the machine, growling like a maimed beast. I’m completely swept away by the outrageous sensation inside my body. I literally bite my fingers, my knuckles, grab at my hair, claw at my face, looking for relief from the painful pleasure.
“I’m pushing it higher,” Josh chokes out, and the machine buzzes louder.
The dildo is raging inside me now, whacking the shit out of me from the inside. I look down, expecting to see my abdomen visibly zigging and zagging and lurching with the insane rotation of the dildo inside me, like how that alien bursts out of that guy inAlien,but all I see is my usual belly and pelvis.
“Oh, Jesus,” I whimper.
I’m howling like a trapped animal, fucking the shit out of the machine, sweating like a pig. I’m in pain now. Horrible, brutal pain. And it feels so good.
The entirety of my skin suddenly pricks with goose bumps, exactly like I’m about to throw up—and a strange numbing feeling overtakes my feet. That’s something new. What the hell is that? “Oh, shit,” I say. “I’m gonna come.” I roar. “Oh fuck. It’s coming.” I dry heave. Whoa, that’s new, too.
My toes curl and I let out a weird screeching sound.
“I’m turning on the vibe now, along with the rotation,” Josh whispers, his hand working his shaft furiously.
A low vibration hits my clit and, instantly, my body hurtles into some sort of a seizure, warping and clenching and twisting so violently, I feel like I’m gonna lose control of my bowels. My eyelids flutter and my eyeballs roll into the back of my head. I dry heave again.
I shriek. “Oh my fucking...fuck!”
My entire body wracks with the most intense orgasm of my life. It’s indescribable. I feel like I’m being possessed by a fucking demon.
But rather than give me relief, Josh increases the vibration on my clit.
I can’t control myself. I feel like I’m being electrocuted.
I begin releasing strangled expletives at the top of my lungs asmy body is slammed by orgasm after orgasm without reprieve. Is this one long, continuous, unending climax, or multiple ones stacked one on top of each other? I can’t tell. The pleasure doesn’t end. My body’s in some sort of trance, warping and wrenching, buckling and undulating, over and over, without relief. I feel like I’m gonna barf or burst into tears or piss all over myself. Or all of the above.
I make yet another sound I’ve never heard myself make before, and, all of a sudden, I feel warm fluid gushing out of me and pooling underneath me in the saddle. Was that pee? Well, if it was, I don’t even care. I just keep humping the saddle furiously, shrieking, my head thrown back, sweat pouring down my face and trickling down my breasts, my body creating a loud slapping noise as my flesh pounds furiously into the wet saddle over and over.
I manage a glance at Josh and he looks enraptured.
The vibe and rotation both increase together and I shriek.
I run my hands over my face, through my hair, bite my fingers, moaning with pleasure and pain. All of a sudden, I feel Josh’s lips on my hard nipples, sucking me. He’s licking up the sweat off my neck, kissing me furiously.
