The Commuter Pt. 02

But my Latina Woman came through in the end, for once she relaxed somewhat in her fears, her body became aware again of the cockhead in her pussy and the slight bumping at her loins every minute or so.

Her next thrill, or panic, came when the lubrication built up enough, and the dildo had worked its way deeply enough, that the first cycle of the beads ring took the ring inside her pussy. It was then that she realized what was happening, and she practically lifted off the bed.

Her mind was overdrive. This was an entirely new sensation, in a place in her body that she was sure before this had no secrets left. The sensations were so new, so different, the device so mysterious, and the control so much out of her reach, her body was panicking more than her mind. It bucked at each unfamiliar sensation, and this served only to help the process of penetration along. It wasn’t more than another five minutes before she was taken from me and off to a land of lustful fulfillment I could only begin to imagine.

I watched as her face relaxed from fear and tensed up again in ecstasy. A smile was trying to emerge around the mini-dildo in her mouth. Her neck muscles revealed she was sucking and licking on the device more eagerly now.

I watched as her hips began to move in unison with the pumping action of the assembly, begging for more penetration, though not aggressively. She was enjoying the action between and strapped to her legs immensely. Before long, the first of another string of orgasms hit her and I smiled, stroking my rock hard shaft as I watched.

I saw her close her eyes and fall deeper and deeper into this new relationship she had with my machine. I hadn’t considered being worried about it replacing me. We had nothing to begin with. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel the slightest pang of resentment.

It was all I needed for my next action, which was to attempt to emulate the same dame action on her ass, that my perfect fucking machine was performing on her cunt. I knew I could not run a ring of beads up and down my cock, but I had something else in mind.

With little effort to be gentle, I picked up what pillows I could find and propped them up under her butt. This raised her off the bed, tilted her legs slightly past the vertical toward her head, and made room for me to assume my position on my knees. I mounted the bed.

At first, I was going to simply shove my dry cock right up her chute. She deserved it the way she was smiling around that dildo in her mouth, breathing heavily through its piss hole and her nose, and moving her hips against my machine. But I changed my mind and decided to try something else.

I slowly moved the head of my cock to her crack where it met my dildo in her pussy. There was plenty of juice gathering there and the stuff felt immediately warm and slick. Just as I was about to pull away however, the beads made their rounds and bumped my cockhead as they passed.

It wasn’t a particularly sexy bump, but it was sensuous all the same. Perhaps it was the thought of its mechanical nature, or the fact that I had created it. My Latina Woman was looking up again, trying to get a glimpse of what I was doing. On the one hand, she wanted to see, but on the other hand, she didn’t want the blissful state she was in interrupted. Even though it was me who surmised all this, I took some resentment from it and brought my cock back and rammed its head into her asshole.

She bucked her hips up a foot off the pillows. I held her legs in my arms as if hugging them, and prevented her from ejecting me. My head was in, and I was already feeling the action in her other hole. As slight as the extension and contraction of the dong in her cunt was, it made itself known through the membranes separating us. I couldn’t help but wonder instantly what it was going to be like to have that ring of beads ripple along me as well.

I didn’t have to work more than two more plunges before my cock suddenly surged forward and bottomed in her ass. I froze there, holding her legs, and not letting anything move.

As hard as I tried however, the one thing I could not prevent moving, my device in her pussy, pushed on relentlessly. I felt the cock extend along mine, then contract. As it expanded deeper once again, the ring of beads followed and rippled down the entire length of my cock and back, taking a full minute to do so.

I leaned my head back and let out a long, low groan. This repeated a couple more times before I could lift my head back to normal and look down at my lovely Latina. She nodded her head affirmatively, mouth stuffed with gel, and both lower holes filled with hot, moving cock. There was no doubt in my mind I had struck the ultimate chord. She was truly in another world, and loving every second of it.

I reached down and pulled the Velcro straps on her wrists. To my surprise, she immediately reached up with her hands, and ran them slowly down the sides of my face while she cocked her head affectionately to one side. Then her eyes bulged once again, and her hands raced behind me and around my ass, and she pulled me into her as if trying to pull me all the way up her ass.

We held this position for several minutes while we let my machine work us over, bringing us closer and closer to the ultimate orgasm. Then finally, with all control lost and total abandon, we fucked each other and the devices with everything we had. Our bodies splurged in bliss and surged on each other’s. We could not get enough, yet got more than either of us ever had before. We racked emotionally against and within each other as that huge wave overtook us and carried us beyond our comprehension.

Our orgasms lasted longer than either of us could ever begin to imagine. The intimate and ultimate contact outside of and within our bodies was so maximized we were feeling like one and the same immensely satisfied person. Our bodies drifted from the planet as we merged closer and closer together in sheer delight and warmth. We were one.

Epilogue

On the train the next morning, I looked out the window as we passed by the motel. My groin still ached with that day-after blissful pain. I could hardly believe the previous day had been real. After years of watching, staring, even longing for that beautiful Latina Woman, we finally not only met in lust, but challenged each other beyond any limits we could have imagined. Fantasies we’d never had had been fulfilled.

I wondered if I would see her again. After our time yesterday, we hadn’t spoken more than a few words, mostly in “goodbyes.” It was as if we’d come together like two planets colliding, commingled all our resources, and then separated and regained our original trajectories. I only hoped that it wouldn’t be another gazillion years before we collided once again.