The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

[The_PG]

It took several moments for Pratt's brain to catch up with his body after he had tipped over into the warm grasp of oblivion that met him at the apex of his pleasure. He was cumming before he knew it and the pleasure made him numb enough to continue to ignore what would soon become an unbearably amazing sensation along his dick. The first thing he felt was the numbness, but it was not a dullness, rather a sort of overbearing and impossible wave of so much feeling that he simply could not conceivably grasp it all. The second thing was the rush of acute pleasure that raced through his urethra in time with his heartbeat. It was his seed rushing forth that began to chip away at the numbness that combined all the feeling into one and allowed him to enjoy individually each incredible pulse of pleasure. The very next excitement was the rubbing of his rapidly intensifying pleasure as the throbbing head of his cock expanded with each contraction of internal muscles to make sure all of his virulent seed was firmly implanted deep within Esther. A rapid acknowledgement of this feeling led to the fact that he was still moving, dragging his enlarged and quite sensitive head over and through the quivering folds of her body, it was hard to imagine that he was still moving. In fact, if he hadn't felt it, and known it, he would have hardly believed it. An orgasm was not something Pratt was unaccustomed to and nearly all of his had left him frozen as just his insides worked, but here he was still moving and it was incredible.

Incredible, just like the screams that were finally reaching his ears.

Immediately a smile broke out over his face as each screamed seemed to also be in time with his thrusts which were in sync with each explosion from his dick, which in turn were also equally timed with his heartbeats. It was all incredible. A shudder finally twisted up Pratt's body from his toes, finally bringing a bit of normality to the incredible situation by slowing and then stopping his movements. He finished with his entire frame pressed firmly against Esther, breathing heavily into her neck, and a groan traveling just underneath the breathing. Pratt's cock, finally finished performing was screaming with so much pleasure and so much sensitivity that when a corresponding shudder ran through Esther, his breathing hitched and the experience was enough for him to close his eyes as another shudder ran through his body. After a few seconds it happened again, and Pratt decided that much like a bandage he would rather not continue sending so much feeling racing through his body like that. With a regretting moan he slid his hips down so that he came free. The movement came with it's own incredible rush of sensation, and it was almost too much, but once free of such a delightful torture he was able to breath steadily for a few moments and collect just enough of himself to open his eyes.

Smiling at the sight that greeted him, he raised a tired hand and brushed his knuckles against Esther's cheek.

"Dat was lovely, luv," He breathed, before kissing her lightly on the chin.

Delicately he moved to help Esther into a more comfortable position. It ended with Pratt's back against the arm of the chair, and Esther sitting next to him but reclining into his chest. A few more minutes passed in this lazily comfortable position before he felt the need to do anything else. Just a portion of Esther's red glowing rear was visible where it rested partially on his thigh, reaching out gingerly and carefully, though neither as softly or gently as he wished, he rubbed the irritated area smoothly. Through the fogginess of post coital bliss and only the earliest clearing of alcohol Pratt was able to ponder whether or not he had taken liberties a bit too hard with Esther, but just as lethargically he remembered how she had virtually begged for the attention he had beaten her cheeks with. The thought made him smile somewhat, and also forced him to realize that Esther was probably looking at him by now. Women did have the annoying habit of being able to recover much more quickly from sex. Certainly not like a robot might, but certainly much faster then med would ever be able to. Glancing over he noticed quickly an almost equally glazed look coating her eyes. The grin on his face brightened into a smile as he leaned over for another gentle kiss, not realizing that nearly all of his words lately had been proceeded or followed by such a sign of affection. Thankfully it was working, so it did not really matter.

"Notin too much, eh?" He asked almost breathlessly, as the exertion seemed to once again have been remembered by his brain. "Yer, you, m'God, yer quite da sultry one ain'tcha? I aven't been'ta fook nearly dat fookin grand since... Well, ever. We's gonna need ta be doin dat again... Soon," Pratt groaned then though, as soreness began creeping through bliss, "But'n not too soon, eh?"

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

There was something always so naughty and just downright sexy about a guy cumming deep inside of her. Even if he been totally horrible in bed the entire time, if he decided that he was going to cum inside of her instead of on her or in her mouth or goodness forbid, in that wretched condom, it was like the night and the entire experience had been salvaged. She always thought it so sexy. To be filled with his mutant seed…Esther always found it so naughty, so dirty, and even so intimate. Not to say that every man she had slept with, she had the cum inside of her. No. None of them were that special or worth it or good enough to be afforded that privilege. She didn’t give it up to just any guy, especially since in her experience, there were hardly men who could do anything delicious or anything for more than their own pleasure.

Pratt was a new exception. As were the one or two other men she had slept with but even they didn’t compare to Pratt. He was something else, something completely out of this world and for that moment, Esther lost her sense of anything. She was so floored at how amazing it was, how each spank had reddened her ass so much and turned her on even more, that she hadn’t ever been so wet. Even before, with the one or two guys before Pratt, she wasn’t sure if she had been so wet, ever came this hard or ever felt a pleasure like this. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe she was bias because Pratt was this gorgeous Adonis of a man with an even sexier accent that made her wet panties drop and she so ready to spread her legs to his every whim.

Pratt made her want to be naughtiest girl ever and give into her most wildest and unlived fantasies and desires. This could be either really good or really bad. Depending on how one would want to look at it.

Her body relaxed into the love seat, her pussy was deliciously filled with his mutant seed and there was this gorgeous hunk of Irish sexiness behind her and pushing her body into her furniture with his own strong body. Her pussy still clenched around him, his cock still made shudders run through her and she knew the affect it was having on him. She could hear it by the increase of his breathing or the way his body seemed to take in the entire affect. It was so sexy. So hot. Her soul was deeply satisfied.

She turned her head back to look up at his handsome features. Her eyes were glazed still, a little from the alcohol but mostly from the post-coital bliss. She smiled tiredly at him and then her eyes closed. Her body was his to do with as he pleased. She learned he only changed their position so she was tucked in between his legs and resting back against his chest. She lay partially on her side and for the life of her, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She hadn’t felt this good in years. She was going to have to do something mighty to properly thank him. Maybe wake him up in a very special way or so in the morning. Or seduce him all over again. If she had any seduction left in her at all.

“Nothing too much.” Her hand slid over his that was gently rubbing her rear. She didn’t mean to stop him but her fingers decided to lace with his and she smiled a gentle smile that seemed to be genuine and real. She hadn’t felt this good with a guy in so long. Comfortable and actually safe, or as if she felt safe. Maybe it was just his arms or maybe she really was that delusional. Whatever the reason was…she didn’t want it to end. “Don’t worry Mr. Pratt, we won’t go again too soon. I might be insatiable but I am no evil succubus.”

Just as she had promised, Esther didn’t make him go again right away. No, she succumbed to a nap, feeling so comfortable and safe in his arms it was so easy to fall asleep in them. He roused her later and they went into the bedroom. By that point, she was awake again and it seemed too fitting and too difficult to shy away from another go. It was a lot more gentle than the first go. She lay on her back the entire time but her nails scratched his back deeply, her legs were wrapped around his hips and her own hips pushed into his the entire time. At one point, it was like he read her mind when he pushed her knees into her chest and took her a lot less gently towards that very end. It was the perfect way to end the night, feeling so deliciously satisfied, she couldn’t remember any other time before Pratt.

That next morning, she was so thankful it was a Saturday because she slept well way past the time she would have normally woken up. It was a quarter to eleven in the morning when her eyes opened and there was this pressing need to go to the bathroom. She got up and it wasn’t until she was in the bathroom that her legs nearly gave out and she was reminded of what happened last night. Every vivid image swarmed in her head and by the time she came out of the bathroom, a really big tired smile was on her face. Yeah, last night was pretty awesome.

She walked back into her room and saw Pratt still lying there. Moving closer, she looked at his back and she could still see the scratches she left there. She’d have to apologize for that later. But she didn’t want to wake him. As much as every part of her was telling her to push him onto his back and do something to wake him up that she heard was proven to be very successful for men, Esther instead pulled on a very long and big t-shirt and walked out of her room. She needed some coffee, a lot of water and couple of ibuprofens when it became clear she did have a bit of a headache from last night’s drinking escapades. Even more, Esther was deliciously sore and tender in between her legs and her bottom was sore as well. It was all so wonderful. She knew she would have to come back to reality at some point but today was Saturday. No need for reality yet. No, that’s exactly what the weekends weren’t for. Reality. The weekends were an escape from that.