Final Chapter

“Oh… oh fuck…” I murmured, not even recognizing my own voice. “I’m… I’m gonna cum…”

She felt it. And she drove even deeper into me, solid, present, gripping my hips like she knew exactly what she was unleashing. My whole body shook, my legs stiffening before spreading even wider, wide open, taking it all in.

The orgasm hit like a hot wave, crashing over me. It started deep in my core and spread through my limbs, shooting up my spine, exploding in my chest and making me gasp, scream, writhe under her. I came hard, intense, soaking wet, spilling from inside and out, my body clenching tight around her cock, feeling every spasm like an electric jolt of pure bliss.

She didn’t stop. Kept the rhythm going, buried in me, drawing it out, letting me melt beneath her, moaning, laughing, maybe even crying a little — from relief, from ecstasy, from the shock of living through it all. When the wave finally started to ebb, I sank into the couch, spent and satisfied, my legs still quivering, feeling her inside me, hot, hard, right there.

When the pace of our bodies finally gave way to exhaustion, she lay down beside me, both of us panting, slick with sweat, still connected by spots of lingering heat. My entire body throbbed with pleasure. I was limp, drained, but with a smile on my lips, like I’d just stumbled into a whole new world — and loved every damn thing about it.

That experience was something way outside anything I’d known. Strange and magical at the same time. A woman with a cock. It stirred something deep inside me, something I couldn’t name, but it was there, pulsing, alive, vibrating between my thighs even after I’d cum harder than ever.

I turned my face to her, breath still ragged, and asked:

“You wanna cum now?”

She let out a soft laugh, glancing at me sideways, her eyes still gleaming with lust, like she’d been waiting for me to say it.

“You wanna make me cum?”

“Of course I do,” I replied, leaning in closer, my fingers trailing over her belly, feeling the muscles still taut under her warm skin. “Want me to ride you?”

She shook her head, smiling, and leaned toward the bag tossed in the corner of the room. She rummaged for a few seconds before pulling out a small bottle of lube, waving it in the air like it was the key to a whole new game.

“No… I want something else,” she said, lying back down, but with that provocative spark in her eyes. “Since you’re trying new things tonight… let’s go all in.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart racing again. “You want me to fuck you? I don’t have a strap-on here…”

She laughed, dragging the tips of her fingers along my waist.

“No, babe. I want you to massage my prostate… while you suck me off.”

I went quiet for a few seconds, trying to wrap my head around it. Fingering someone’s ass was something I’d never done. Honestly, I’d always thought it was kinda gross, too invasive… but that night, with her right there, open, asking, looking at me that way — I just couldn’t say no.

“Okay… but I don’t know how.”

She leaned in, giving me a calm, wet kiss, and whispered in that gentle tone that sent shivers down my spine:

“I’ll show you.”

She pulled me close with a tenderness and took her place on the couch, lying on her back, spreading her legs slow, with that effortless mix of sensuality and confidence only she had. The position laid everything bare: her semi-hard cock, her smooth balls, and that spot between them and her ass, where I’d never dared to touch anyone. She propped her arms behind her head and smiled, relaxed, like she was totally at ease with her body — and with me.

“Come here,” she called, her voice deeper and sweeter, guiding me with her gaze. “Lie between my legs… yeah, like that. Now grab my cock with one hand, nice and slow. That’s it, babe… just like that.”

I did as she said, my fingers a little shaky at first, but curious. Her cock was warm, heavy, alive. I started stroking her slow, feeling the skin slide under my fingers, the blood pulsing, filling her up more and more. I leaned in and let the tip of my tongue touch the head, which was already glistening with precum. The taste was subtle, and the rush of seeing her react to my touch hit me right away. She let out a rough moan, arching her hips just a bit.

“That’s it, girl… now suck it,” she said, her eyes half-closed, her body relaxed but tense with pleasure.

I wrapped my lips around the head of her cock and started sucking, slow at first, then deeper, feeling it stiffen in my mouth. At the same time, my hands slid to her balls — round, soft, smooth as silk. I caressed them gently, not sure if I was doing it right, but following her breathing, which grew heavier by the second.

“Now, slide your hand between my balls… right there, yeah…” she murmured, her hips responding to every new touch.

My fingers glided delicately over the spot between her balls and her ass, which clenched a little, reacting to the contact. I hesitated for a second, but she opened her eyes, met my gaze, and smiled sweetly.

“Grab the lube,” she said, nodding to the bottle nearby.

I squirted some onto my fingers, still sucking her cock with more confidence now, licking the full length with my tongue, feeling every vein, every twitch. Meanwhile, my other hand moved down to her ass, where I circled the entrance with the tip of my finger, slow and light.

“Like that, babe… first just tease around it, make it want you…” she whispered, between sighs and low moans.

I followed her lead. Calmly, I slid the lubed finger around the rim, which was less tense now, more relaxed under my touch. I kept sucking her cock, feeling it swell even more, while my fingers explored carefully.

“Now go in… real slow, just the tip. Feel it…” she guided, moaning louder now, her hips moving in sync with my mouth and hand.

And I did. The finger slipped in, tight, hot, until I felt a subtle shift in texture inside, like a soft, firm ridge.

“There… right there… massage it, little circles…” her voice broke, and I knew I’d hit it.

I kept going, feeling her body vibrate beneath me. My mouth took her cock deeper now, more committed, my fingers working inside and out, in perfect rhythm. She gasped, squirmed, muttered things through gritted teeth that I could barely make out.

She was totally lost in it, moaning low, her whole body humming under my touches. My finger massaged that spot she’d shown me with precision, and with every small circle, I felt her ass clench, almost pulling me deeper. My other hand kept gripping her cock, which throbbed hard, pulsing, but I wasn’t stroking it directly — and still, the arousal just kept building.

“That’s it… that’s it… more…” she whispered through clenched teeth, eyes shut, head thrown back, her body tense and goosebumped all over.

I leaned in again, more sure now, and took her balls in my mouth, licking and sucking hungrily, feeling the smooth skin and the heat pouring off them. My fingers moved faster, sliding in and out with rhythm, stimulating her prostate just like she’d taught me. And the more I sped up, the more she twisted, gasped, moaned low with that rough, urgent sound full of need and bliss.

What came next was a show.

She arched her hips suddenly, the muscles in her thighs clenching hard, and let out a deep, ragged moan from the back of her throat — like thunder about to break. And then it hit: she came.

The hot jets shot out in waves, strong, intense, splattering her own abs and dripping down to her groin. Her cock pulsed wildly, long, endless spasms, while my finger kept massaging inside, not letting up. It was like every press triggered another surge, another shiver, another moan. And she came… and came… like she was unraveling from the inside out.

I stopped sucking and just watched, mesmerized, hypnotized by the scene unfolding. Seeing her cum like that, deep, raw, vulnerable yet so powerful, stirred something in me I couldn’t explain. Yeah, it was lust. But it was also awe. Like witnessing a rare, intimate secret, something precious.

She trembled, chest heaving, body easing bit by bit, still flushed with pleasure, and her eyes opened slow, finding mine.

I was there on my knees, finger still inside her, breath caught in my chest, and all I could whisper was:

“Oh my God…”

And she smiled, lips glossy, eyes sparkling, and said in that sweet, naughty tone:

“That study duo was really something!”