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First, she’d had me strip for her, slowly, leaving my briefs on. She
made me flex my muscles and pose for her while she touched and
stroked me. Her eyes glistened as she pushed down my briefs.
When she saw my erect penis – she insisted that it must be called
a ‘penis’ and never some four-letter vulgarism – she’d drawn a
quick breath and reached out tentatively to touch it. She shed her
nightgown, held me by the waist and stroked me very slowly until
I gasped, “I don’t think you want me going off this soon.”
She stopped stroking, and said, “Tim, I don’t intend to let you go
off at all. Will you let me get away with that? I wonder if it will
excite you half as much as it excites me?”
I turned to whisper in her ear, “You can do anything with me that
you want, and you know it.”
“Yes, I can, can’t I?”
“Oh!” she cried, grabbing at my hand and pulling it between her
legs. “Touch me! Touch me! Quick!” I grasped clumsily at her.
She shook and panted and gripped my shoulder as if her legs were
going to give out.
She rested her head on my chest for a moment. “That was
unexpected, Tim, but I expect it’s only going to be my first of the
evening. Do you see how much you excite me? Especially when
you’re so willing to sacrifice yourself for my sake.”
“I don’t understand.”
“A man who’ll let himself be teased and tormented, but will give
me all the pleasure I want, whenever I want it, is the most
exciting thing in the world.”
Her soft words excited me in spite of myself. I was about as close
as I’d ever been without actually coming. “You’d better leave me
alone for a while,” I said, “or we’re both going to be disappointed.”
“That’s too bad. I was looking forward to a long tease. In the
meantime, I’d love another one of your award-winning tongue
baths. You can start with my breasts. They’re a little sweaty and
damp.” She stretched out on her couch while I kneeled on the
floor beside her.
She guided my slow oral journey over her body so that the whole
event lasted nearly an hour. I tasted the sweat of her day’s work
on her sacred skin. It thrilled me that she allowed me to lick it
from her and absorb it into my own body. I sucked and licked her
nipples until her back arched and she muttered Lagalero words at
the ceiling. Under her arms, thin tufts of hair retained the sharp
tang. She encouraged me to nuzzle them and savor the special
odor that gathered there.
As before, when I kissed near the scar at the fringe of her pussy,
she made me move down and kiss her feet. I spent a very long
time on her inner thighs. She held me in place with her hands,
even as her intimate fragrance lured me upward. Finally, she
relented and let me settle my mouth into her black thicket. It
seemed like home to me already, the folds and ridges so familiar
to my lips and tongue, but no less thrilling than the first time I
explored them.
She came quickly, and clamped my head firmly in place until she
was ready for another, less frantic round. When she’d recovered
from that, she made me get up and sit on the couch, while she
kneeled on the carpet in front of me. She took my penis gently in
her fingers.
“I’m still close to coming,” I whispered.
“I can keep you from doing anything silly. Has any girl ever tried
this with you?”
She gripped me with a strong hand, driving her thumb into the
underside near the base. She lowered her mouth over me, sliding
her soft, hot lips up and down the shaft, flicking it with her
tongue. I knew I was about to climax, but discovered I could only
reach a certain point and no further. I felt like a roller coaster
stuck at the last instant before plunging down the big drop.
“This is so wonderful and so awful,” I begged. “Please let me
come.”
She chuckled in the back of her throat, but kept her mouth
moving, driving me into sweet agony, and licking the
supersensitive underside until I thought I’d go insane. Finally, she
raised her head but did not release the pressure of her thumb.
“Are you frustrated?”
“You know I am.” I was gasping for breath.
“I’m deliberately tormenting you because it excites me. Are you
angry with me?”
“I could never be angry with you,” I said. “Star, your thumb is
hurting me.”
“I have to hold it for a minute, or you might come anyway, and
that would frustrate us both. But I’m extremely excited and I’m
going to need your mouth again right away.”
She gradually eased the pressure until she was satisfied there
wouldn’t be an accident. She led me to the bedroom, where she lay
me on my back and climbed on top. In the dim light, I watched
the thick black bush descend on me, and opened my mouth to
welcome it.
The alarm beeped, and the memory replaying in my head abruptly
vanished. Crap. It was 6:15 already. I threw on my clothes and
headed to the cafeteria to get Star’s breakfast.
[End of excerpt]
made me flex my muscles and pose for her while she touched and
stroked me. Her eyes glistened as she pushed down my briefs.
When she saw my erect penis – she insisted that it must be called
a ‘penis’ and never some four-letter vulgarism – she’d drawn a
quick breath and reached out tentatively to touch it. She shed her
nightgown, held me by the waist and stroked me very slowly until
I gasped, “I don’t think you want me going off this soon.”
She stopped stroking, and said, “Tim, I don’t intend to let you go
off at all. Will you let me get away with that? I wonder if it will
excite you half as much as it excites me?”
I turned to whisper in her ear, “You can do anything with me that
you want, and you know it.”
“Yes, I can, can’t I?”
“Oh!” she cried, grabbing at my hand and pulling it between her
legs. “Touch me! Touch me! Quick!” I grasped clumsily at her.
She shook and panted and gripped my shoulder as if her legs were
going to give out.
She rested her head on my chest for a moment. “That was
unexpected, Tim, but I expect it’s only going to be my first of the
evening. Do you see how much you excite me? Especially when
you’re so willing to sacrifice yourself for my sake.”
“I don’t understand.”
“A man who’ll let himself be teased and tormented, but will give
me all the pleasure I want, whenever I want it, is the most
exciting thing in the world.”
Her soft words excited me in spite of myself. I was about as close
as I’d ever been without actually coming. “You’d better leave me
alone for a while,” I said, “or we’re both going to be disappointed.”
“That’s too bad. I was looking forward to a long tease. In the
meantime, I’d love another one of your award-winning tongue
baths. You can start with my breasts. They’re a little sweaty and
damp.” She stretched out on her couch while I kneeled on the
floor beside her.
She guided my slow oral journey over her body so that the whole
event lasted nearly an hour. I tasted the sweat of her day’s work
on her sacred skin. It thrilled me that she allowed me to lick it
from her and absorb it into my own body. I sucked and licked her
nipples until her back arched and she muttered Lagalero words at
the ceiling. Under her arms, thin tufts of hair retained the sharp
tang. She encouraged me to nuzzle them and savor the special
odor that gathered there.
As before, when I kissed near the scar at the fringe of her pussy,
she made me move down and kiss her feet. I spent a very long
time on her inner thighs. She held me in place with her hands,
even as her intimate fragrance lured me upward. Finally, she
relented and let me settle my mouth into her black thicket. It
seemed like home to me already, the folds and ridges so familiar
to my lips and tongue, but no less thrilling than the first time I
explored them.
She came quickly, and clamped my head firmly in place until she
was ready for another, less frantic round. When she’d recovered
from that, she made me get up and sit on the couch, while she
kneeled on the carpet in front of me. She took my penis gently in
her fingers.
“I’m still close to coming,” I whispered.
“I can keep you from doing anything silly. Has any girl ever tried
this with you?”
She gripped me with a strong hand, driving her thumb into the
underside near the base. She lowered her mouth over me, sliding
her soft, hot lips up and down the shaft, flicking it with her
tongue. I knew I was about to climax, but discovered I could only
reach a certain point and no further. I felt like a roller coaster
stuck at the last instant before plunging down the big drop.
“This is so wonderful and so awful,” I begged. “Please let me
come.”
She chuckled in the back of her throat, but kept her mouth
moving, driving me into sweet agony, and licking the
supersensitive underside until I thought I’d go insane. Finally, she
raised her head but did not release the pressure of her thumb.
“Are you frustrated?”
“You know I am.” I was gasping for breath.
“I’m deliberately tormenting you because it excites me. Are you
angry with me?”
“I could never be angry with you,” I said. “Star, your thumb is
hurting me.”
“I have to hold it for a minute, or you might come anyway, and
that would frustrate us both. But I’m extremely excited and I’m
going to need your mouth again right away.”
She gradually eased the pressure until she was satisfied there
wouldn’t be an accident. She led me to the bedroom, where she lay
me on my back and climbed on top. In the dim light, I watched
the thick black bush descend on me, and opened my mouth to
welcome it.
The alarm beeped, and the memory replaying in my head abruptly
vanished. Crap. It was 6:15 already. I threw on my clothes and
headed to the cafeteria to get Star’s breakfast.
[End of excerpt]
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