Fucked to death

Fucked to death

The first 15 minutes was in the shower. It was the greatest, most erotic, incredibly sensual shower of my life. A year ago I could not possibly have imagined that I'd ever be doing such things with any woman. But she's not just any woman. I'm doing this with my perfect little DS.

Great as the shower is though, and as easily as I could cum, this doesn't t seem to be quite doing it for her. I know her so well. So intimately. And she needs something more. So I reluctantly suggest that we dry off and get in bed. We dry each other, and she runs to bed and jumps under the covers. The a/c is cold! I jump in with her and make some heat with friction.

We are soon warm and I go to work. I want to worship her body. I start with the perfect mounds and adore them. But she's impatient. She wants to cum. She's done being the object of worship. So she pulls me to her face and says "I want you inside me." She says this not as a request but as a demand. A demand that no heterosexual male could possibly deny. There is no time to worship her breasts tonight. There is no flexibility in technique. I will fuck her. Now.

I start with vagina worship. This involves taking the little head and rubbing him the length of her slit. Back and forth, top to bottom. At the opening I pause to stick the head in briefly, teasingly, before moving on. 60 seconds and she won't stand for any more of this. She grabs my dick and sticks it inside her. She's little and tight but wet, so I get in easily.

At first she just spreads her legs a little. Strangely it seems she doesn't want me very far inside her. Ok. I'll take whatever depth I can get. So for a couple minutes I just stick in the first inch or so. I rub it around, thrust but keep it shallow, and just explore paradise. But then suddenly, inexplicably to me, she decides she wants more. Much much more.

She spreads her legs wide. So wide she looks like a gymnast. I plunge in. All the way in. I fuck her so deep. I pull the little head to the opening, and then all the way back in. Deeper each time. This is so awesome that soon I'm going even deeper, I don't know how it's possible but I've grown at least an inch in length. I've never been this deep before.

Afterwards she told me this. She said that I was fucking her in just the perfect spot. She said it was amazing, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. I'm not positive but we were at a kind of a strange angle and I thought at the time that the tip of my penis should be rubbing against her g spot. Not positive that this is what happened, but that was sure what it seemed like. I've been searching for that thing for a while, and I think I finally found the little fucker. She has cum many times from fucking but this is different. She is even more into it than usual, and she's clearly going to cum much more quickly than usual. It usually takes more fucking to get her this intense and focused.

This feels so good that I'm quickly fucking her even faster. Much faster. But apparently not fast enough. She moves her hips back and forth in rhythm with me. She tries to spread her legs even wider. "Faster babe." I love it when she calls me babe during sex. "go faster babe. Oh god. Yes. Keep going. Yes." So I try to go even faster. That's kinda like telling Dale Jr to drive faster when he's already circling the track at 210 mph. But I give it my all.

I fuck her like my life depends totally upon how intense I am. I thrust as hard, as long, as fast, as intensely as I am capable. I never fucked any woman quite this hard before. At that moment there is no other woman in the world for me. I am exactly where I'm supposed to be. It's so hot. So fast. So deep. Damn. Sweat is pouring into my eyes. I wipe it every 30 seconds or so. My heart is beating so fast. I wonder how long can the little head keep this up. He may be getting older but he's got this. He stood straight, he stood tall, and he got the fucking job done. I've never been prouder of him. He keeps fucking and fucking and won't stop. I went in and out faster than I ever have before. Fastest, hottest, most intense fucking of my entire life.

As I'm fucking her with abandon, I looked down and studied her body, her moans, the pleasure that was clearly coursing through her body, quickly building to a climax. She was perfect. In every way that matters. Perfect. I could not possibly construct a more gorgeous woman or a more erotic lover. And the best part? It was my dick alone that was giving this amazing young woman such intense pleasure. Just me rubbing against the walls of her vagina was doing this for her. And for me. At that moment I simply could not fathom how incredible this all was. It was all too grand for me to fully grasp. So I put an end to the psychobabble going on my head and went back to focusing upon driving faster than 210.

All of this also made me quickly ready to cum. I slowed down briefly so that I could last just a little while longer for her. She practically jumped out of her skin when I did that. "NO!" She bemoaned. "Don't stop," she commanded. "Go faster. Go deep babe." Somehow she seemed to spread even wider. I feel like my dick is gonna reach her throat. I'm so far inside her. But I need to warn her. "This is gonna make be cum beautiful, I can't stop." "cum sweetheart, I'm right there. Lets cum toooggeethhheeeer."

Just as "together" was fading, I felt the walls of her vagina contract and pulsate. She's so small and tight that when this happens I feel it all. As soon as I feel her orgasm begins I explode inside her. Did I mention how deep I went? I hit the back wall of her womb that time. No doubt about it.

This happens so often. I think we've peaked, the sex can't get any better, and we're finally going to reach a plateau. But I'm wrong. Again. Instead, once again, we just carried it to a new, more intense level. This was an awesome level. I've never enjoyed an orgasm quite like I did that one. Mutual, simultaneous orgasms are definitely the best. It's so intense, so intimate, so close, so joint. Two becoming one. That's in the Bible by the way. But of course the Bible is talking about fucking your wife. Yeah right. Maybe seaboard has a wife who fucks like this, but not me. Not most guys. You gotta find a dream stripper to have this.

When we were both spent, I'd withdrawn, and she'd hoped up to get tissues from the bathroom, I became seriously concerned. My heart was beating faster than ever in my life. It literally felt like it was going to leap out of my chest like the creatures in the Alien movies. And the veins in my head were pulsing. I could feel the veins in my head and they also felt like they were going to explode. If I had a blood pressure cuff I bet it would've read 300/150. I had a headache. And I was still sweating. I think it might have been this way during sex but the pleasure kept me from fully realizing it. It seriously crossed my mind at this point that I was going to have a heart attack and die. This must be what it feels like just before you have a heart attack. I wouldn't have been a bit surprised if the beating had stopped, I had a piercing pain in my chest, and I saw a bright light.

To answer what some of you are now thinking, no I did not take Molly. Or any other drug. Besides weed of course. But that's not really a drug. It's just a plant. But back to the story.
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I didn't snuggle her when she came back to bed because I didn't want her to feel my heart beat. She would have thought that I was having a heart attack. I thought I might be having a heart attack. Then she'd be afraid to fuck me like that again. Can't have that. So we don't snuggle like usual. Instead we just lay separately. We don't talk cause I can't talk. I just lay there wondering if I'm gonna live or I'm gonna die. But slowly, very slowly, I recover. I finally get back to normal, and we are back in each other's arms. I guess I didn't have a heart attack after all.

In hindsight, I don't think this heart beat thing was any big deal. I just had a complete physical a few days earlier, and doc said everything was great. But even if it had been a fatal heart attack, so what? I've thought about it, and I can't think of a more perfect way to die. Seriously, you gotta go some day, and how could the last minutes of my life possibly be any better than this? She'd be upset at first, but I think upon reflection she'd know that I'd be cool with it. Cause she would've literally fucked me to death. If that don't make you the baddest damn bitch in the club , nothing will. And it definitely makes her my DS.

So if one day I stop posting, you'll know what happened. Most likely it'll mean that she fucked me to death. But don't be sad. Just keep the story of John Smith and his DS alive for future generations. Tell the newbies the story behind the DS. Tell them to keep clubbing, to keep searching, so that one day maybe they too can be fucked to death. It'll be a great way to go.