Photograph property of Breath-Takers. Of course.
Mai comes and I don’t hardly acknowledge it at all. I keep thrusting. I keep at her tits. And I keep talking.
”Attracted by the excitement, other forest dwellers occupy ringside seats near this fierce contest. Although Orion is a popular personality, Taurus, too, has his fans and supporters. These include a strange and wonderful mythical creature who finds his way through the crowd and settles down between the hunting dogs, close to Orion's side. Monoceros, the unicorn, anxiously awaits the outcome. Will Taurus overcome the dreaded Hunter that bragged there was no animal that existed he could not be defeat?Nearby stand two young men whose deeds are celebrated in the ancient world of sports, Pollux and Castor. The famous twins known as Gemini rest from their own busy conquests while they observe the unfolding battle.”
Mai is all stares. She’s with me, but her head’s inclined up, she’s focused her attention on what I’m yammering on about, and so seems there...but not. The most I get from her in terms of participation is the way she pulses her vaginal coombe on me. Each micro-thrust is met with a micro-snag, providing a lovely give-and-take between us.
”Attracted by the excitement, other forest dwellers occupy ringside seats near this fierce contest. Although Orion is a popular personality, Taurus, too, has his fans and supporters. These include a strange and wonderful mythical creature who finds his way through the crowd and settles down between the hunting dogs, close to Orion's side. Monoceros, the unicorn, anxiously awaits the outcome. Will Taurus overcome the dreaded Hunter that bragged there was no animal that existed he could not be defeat?Nearby stand two young men whose deeds are celebrated in the ancient world of sports, Pollux and Castor. The famous twins known as Gemini rest from their own busy conquests while they observe the unfolding battle.”
Mai is all stares. She’s with me, but her head’s inclined up, she’s focused her attention on what I’m yammering on about, and so seems there...but not. The most I get from her in terms of participation is the way she pulses her vaginal coombe on me. Each micro-thrust is met with a micro-snag, providing a lovely give-and-take between us.
“Cheering Taurus on to victory are the Seven Sisters known as the Pleiades. For years, the Great Hunter pursued the seven beautiful daughters of the Titan Atlas and the Oceanid Pleione with ill intent, until Zeus turned them into a cluster of seven stars to save them from Orion's intentions. To this day, Orion still continues his hot but hopeless pursuit, rising after the Pleiades in the eastern skies and following them across the heavens.”
And so here we are, fixed in place. My gentle thrusting. Mai’s clenching and un-clenching. The dedication of attention to her tits.
And Mai’s orgasms.
It’s not far along that Mai begins to cry. There have been several releases, ones that have her collapsing back onto me, wracking her body from top to bottom...and then back again. As there’s no real ‘sprint’ from me, no real demarcation of effort, there is no real respite. At least the respite decreases to a point where it’s hard to tell when the ‘payoff’ is imminent.
With everything both focused and diffused, she craves a different way to deal with the intensity, and so tears come.
There’s no sobbing. She doesn’t ‘break down’ and lose it entirely. It’s just Mai crying. Weeping, actually.
No, I don’t pause, or otherwise change what I’m doing at either her cunt or her tits. It all remains much the same.
In fact, here’s a reference that might help: we’re meditating.
We’re meditating on the wonders of sexual connection against the wonders of the universe.
So while Mai contends with being overwhelmed, the stars keep twinkling.
I guess you also need to understand that while this interlude stretches on and on, it’s not as if we’re involved in a marathon frenzy-fucking session.
It’s very much as I’ve described: ‘gentle’.
With narrative and weeping thrown in for good measure.
“I want-”
Mai has to stop and clear her throat. Several times.
“I want you in my bum,” she finally declares.
And with this, she’s up onto her tippy-toes, reaching behind her, pulling away, finding a way to extricate herself (because I provide her no assistance whatever), and then she’s off me, then she’s re-directing me, then she’s got me, then she’s lowering herself, then she’s flat-footed once again, and I’m in her, I’m fucking her ass, I’m in her bum.
“Oh, blimey...” she groans, falling back into me. “I think I’m going to be able to come this way, too!” She doesn’t go for her clit, as I’d expected. She keeps her hands behind her, fingers pressed against my groin, feeling the movement there. “Fuck me a little harder...?”
To do so, I have to release Mai’s tits.
When I do, when I finally cease contact with them, there’s an audible gasp from her.
But this soon turns to melodic murmuring as I enfold her with my arms, a big hug, a suitably galactic hug, keeping her in place while I plough her back-passage ‘a little harder’.
In due course, the effect is the same as before. Mai is taken to another state entirely. And it’s clear she knows it with the way she offers up a simple ‘Oh’.
