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Why Should I Help Her? Part 2
Why Should I Help Her: Part 2
Is anyone keeping track of the
favors owed?
Based on a post by Millsy,
in 2 parts. Listen to the
► Podcast at Connected.
"Oh fuck!" I groaned as she sucked harder,
her tongue lapping at the underside of my thrusting cock inside her
mouth, her teeth raking at the firm, taut flesh near the swinging
balls that slapped against her chin with each inward lunge.
More drool spilled out of her mouth, falling from her
chin and splashing onto the floor. My cock was spasming inside her
mouth, my balls were contracting, almost pulsing as I struggled to
stop the dam from bursting.
Normally, when I know there's a chance –
however remote – of getting my leg over, I prepare myself for
just such an opportunity. Usually that means popping one of the
little blue helpers that turn you from a red faced premature
ejaculator if you haven't been laid for a while, to a virtual demigod
between the sheets. I think it must be an age thing. Under forty;
you'll probably be fine. But over forty, like I was; you might find
that a little insurance sometimes pays dividends when it comes to
getting invited back for a return bout of energetic sheet rumpling.
The preparation is a two-stage process. The night
before the big date you have to carefully 'edge' using your favorite
method of arousal – usually internet chat where I'm concerned.
Edging, incidentally, is where you repeatedly take yourself to the
brink of ejaculation and then back off which makes it much more
intense when you do eventually need the Kleenex.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking – that you'll
most likely end up jerking off with some fat, nineteen stone hairy
and sweat-stinking trucker from Wisconsin; pretending his name is
Britney or Paula or something equally androgynous.
You probably are, as most such chat site users are
male. But the trick is to put this out of your mind, immerse yourself
in the roleplay, and quickly disconnect after you've come before the
transgendered asshole who has just made a passable attempt at
femininity laughs at you; and tells you his name is actually Brian or
Paul; and you've just been cyber-raped.
This means that your excess of stored semen has been
flushed, and your body is not so easily aroused next time around. The
result of which is that you'll probably be able to last a while
longer when you're in the company of a member of the opposite sex.
The downside is that the sudden shock of ejaculation can leave you
feeling drained and fatigued for a day or two, depending on your age;
which means there's the potential for the horrors of going flaccid
while on the job the next night.
When you get to my age, which is 44 incidentally; and
you still have a normal build, all your hair, and youthful features,
your date might not be expecting it, and get mightily pissed off with
you going all soft on her.
Enter Viagra.
I absolutely love the stuff. Forget first night
performance anxiety. Forget the worries of blowing your load before
your date is ready for it. Forget any sexual hang-ups you might have.
After popping a bluey, wait an hour and then just throw yourself into
the act. Don't worry about it not working, as worrying about it not
working usually leads to it not working anyway, and just make sure
you give the girl a damn good time. It's not unusual for me to able
to keep it rock hard and banging away for over an hour with proper
preparation, and while £7 a night (buy from a reputable
supplier, folks!, cut a 100mg tab in half so you get 8 hits for £60)
might sound expensive for a date, when you think about it it's an
absolute fucking bargain. No pun intended. And even if you do finish
too soon, you're ready to go again in next to no time. The trouble
is, Viagra has specific requirements that you have to factor into
your preparation.
First there's the wait of at least thirty minutes,
perhaps longer, before the stuff kicks in, and then there's the
relatively short duration that the stuff is active for. On the tin it
says you can get 4-5 hours of fun on one tab, so you have to time
your ingestion accordingly. If you're going out on a date at seven in
the evening, and you're not expecting to get back to her place until
near midnight, or even later if you're heading to a club, then you're
cutting it fine. Make a visit to the loo about an hour before you
expect to be heading home and then pop the pill. An additional
benefit of this approach is that if the date is turning into a
disaster then you can save the tab for the next time and leave it in
your pocket.
Secondly, if you set aside the risk of sudden
instantaneous death that the leaflet inside the box tells you might
be a 'side-effect', there's the rather irritating fact that Viagra
does not seem to work on a full stomach, or if you've been eating
fatty foods. The reason for that is that the vitamin V sits on the
food in your stomach, or floats on the greasy deposits, and does not
get absorbed into the lining of your stomach and from there into your
bloodstream. Another negative is that consuming alcohol inhibits its
effects. So if your date is a dinner, or drinks, or both, then
Viagra's not a great deal of use to you. If I'd had any inking that
Jo would be slobbering all over my balls tonight then I wouldn't have
taken Viagra anyway and instead gone for something a little more
versatile.
That's where Cialis comes in. Cialis is a step up
from Viagra in that Cialis lets you eat and drink (in moderation of
course) and still get a raging hard on afterwards. Your erection is
not quite as powerful as a Viagra enhanced one, so you don't tend to
be able to hammer the nail home for quite so long before ejaculating,
but it’s good enough to make your performance between the
sheets significantly better than if you just trusted in nature. And
it lasts for a day and a half which is great for weekends, so your
second ride is even better than the first, your third time in the
saddle is even better than the second, and so on until your heart
eventually explodes from the non-stop strain and you die with a great
big smile on your face when your final ejaculation detonates your
brain and your aorta simultaneously. While sudden instantaneous death
isn't a side effect stated on the leaflet inside a box of Cialis,
don't let that omission fool you as it’s easy to get carried
away when you're in God mode between the sheets.
Levitra I haven't yet tried but fully intend to
because it is reportedly less susceptible to stomach content and
alcohol intake and also lasts for around 24 hours. Again the erection
quality isn't quite up there in comparison with Viagra, so I have
read, but I reckon it should be good enough to do the job for me as I
take it for performance enhancement rather than for rigidity
restoration, if you get my drift.
However, my problem today was that I had been
completely unprepared for the mind blowing blowjob that Joanne was
giving me. I had assumed since the day I had taken her and her sister
to the hospital that she was not in the least bit interested in me
physically. Maybe she wasn't and this was just a particularly unusual
but certainly welcome method of repayment and I was merely worrying
myself over nothing because she wouldn't be expecting me to shag her
arse off afterwards anyway. This was just a blow and go. She feeds me
dinner, I feed her a protein shake, then get shown the door. I win
regardless. Twice, in fact.
As such I found that I couldn't hold myself back once
the familiar sensations started to build in my loins. I tried doing
what Frankie says and relaxing, but that didn't stem the tide at all.
I tried clenching my PC muscle, but that just seemed to make things
worse. In the end I just threw back my head, gritted my teeth, felt
my toes curl up as the cum pump kicked in and let the tide sweep me
away.
Joanne intensified her cock sucking, her cheeks
hollowing with the power of the suction that she was torturing me
with.
She tightened her fist around the thick root of my
twitching prick and urgently began to stroke my thick, veiny shaft
firmly, quickly tugging at the tautly wrapped skin in synchronization
with the suction of her lips and the frenzied thrusts of my hips.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, figuring that it was
only fair that I give her advanced warning of what I was about to do
so that she could act accordingly depending on her personal
preferences. "I'm gonna cum!"
My cock stiffened even further in her mouth, the grip
of my fingers in her hair undoubtedly painful, then I cried out as
the first spurt of jizz exploded out of the tip of my knob and
splattered against the roof of her mouth. She stopped sucking and
just held me there inside her mouth, her right hand frantically
jacking off my cock to get every last drop of cum out of my rapidly
draining balls.
Thick ropes of greasy semen sprayed everywhere inside
her mouth, each shot heralded with another guttural cry of ecstasy as
it seared its way up my shaft before it fountained into the dark,
damp, welcoming cavern of her mouth where she swallowed it all down
without making any noise at all.
I felt like I had ejaculated a river into Jo's
suckling mouth.
I slumped back in the chair as she separated her
mouth from my cock with a final tender kiss, my eyes partially
unfocussed as she emerged from under the table, wiping her lips with
the back of her hand. "Jesus Christ, Jo." I stammered.
"That was unexpected."
"But good?"
"Holy shit yes. Unbelievable." I said as
she stood beside me and settled herself sideways down on my lap, her
arms snaking around my neck. My arms slid around her back, fingers
finding the seam where the zipper ran down her spine. I ran my
fingers up to the top. "That was so good I think I'm going to
have to thank you in the same kind of way." I breathed as I
began to unzip her dress.
"Oh goody, that's my favorite thing." She
smiled, her eyes sparkling as our gazes locked.
"You said that was your sister's idea?" I
asked, puzzled.
Jo started giggling manically. "When we were in
the car driving to the hospital the day after my car broke down, she
whispered to me that if I didn't give you a blowjob as a thank you
then she would. I saw you glance in the mirror then and thought you'd
heard her."
"No." I said, shaking my head wryly. "I
didn't hear a thing." Boy, did I grasp the wrong end of the
stick that day. A sudden pang of regret for a wasted fortnight of
non-stop fucking and sucking hit me hard.
"Bedroom or sofa?" I eventually asked, not
wanting to waste any more precious going down time.
"Up to you." She shrugged as the zip
stopped at her waist and my fingers glided up her bare back to worry
the catch of her bra.
"I'm wondering if I should just carry on eating
at the table." I grinned up at her.
She glanced behind her, an eyebrow raised. "That'll
be different." She laughed. "And it's so uncivilized eating
on the sofa, anyway."
"Breakfast in bed sounds good, though."
"Don't push your luck, mister." Joanne
laughed. "We've both got work tomorrow."
"I was thinking more along the lines of having
you for breakfast. I tend to have a very firm sausage when I wake
up."
"I look forward to tasting it." She quipped
back. God, she was turning me on so much just talking that I could
feel myself getting hard already, and that's without the aid of a
comprehensive insurance policy provided by vitamin-v. The thought of
burying my face between her thighs was also helping to restore my
rigidity. Eating cunt always does that to me. I don't know if it's
the taste, the smell, the liquid feel or merely the thought of
swirling my tongue inside a hot, wet cunt that turns me on so much.
What I do know is that if I were a woman I'd be one very, very giving
lesbian.
I picked her up and carefully lowered her down onto
the table on her back. It felt sturdy enough – no creaking or
swaying as I settled her down upon it. She looked absolutely stunning
lying on her back in that black dress, legs parted and hanging off
the edge of the table to either side of me. The hem of her skirt had
already ridden halfway up her thighs from when she had been sat on my
lap, and her shoulders were bare because the dress was by this time
fully unzipped at the back. Her skin was pale, smooth, unblemished,
and I noted that she'd kicked off her shoes when she'd been under the
table sucking me off. All she was wearing were three items of
clothing – bra, panties and dress, and it was my next target to
make it just two garments. Those panties weren't going to be hiding
her twat much longer. Her ass was right on the edge of the table. It
was going to be easy to divest her of those. One quick tug and they
would be on the floor.
But that was too easy. Too fast. I wanted to make
this last. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her calves, tracing a
figure of eight around her knees, my lips lightly brushing the
insides of her thighs. Joanne moaned, and a hand tangled in my hair,
encouraging me to take things further. My fringe touched the hem of
her skirt and I quickly brought my hands up to Joanne's flanks,
easing the skirt up around her waist. She lifted her ass up off the
table, helping me to expose her skimpy satin black briefs.
I kissed the smooth fabric, halfway between her navel
and her twat, and heard her sigh softly, dreamily, as my hands
continued on upward, palms brushing over the dress where it concealed
the swell of her breasts. I felt one of her hands close over one of
mine, crushing it down upon her right tit. I squeezed the boob
firmly, my kisses moving downwards, lips pressing just as insistently
upon the hot, already damp patch where her cunt juices had seeped
into her panties. I love that taste.
She moved my hand up her body, used my fingers to
pull her dress down to expose her impressive rack, the dress little
more now than a scrap of black fabric wrapped around her waist, and I
hooked my fingers in the cup of her bra and pulled it down to reveal
a hardened nipple that I then mercilessly tweaked with my fingertips,
making Jo gasp.
My hand closed over Jo's right breast, fingers
squeezing it, thumb stroking the nub of the teat. I leaned over her,
studying the swell of her tits while she gazed up at me dreamily, my
fingers now caressing the nipple that I had just pinched as if I were
soothing it.
My mouth descended into the broad valley between the
twin mounds, then I turned my head to the left and flicked out my
tongue, coating a portion of the nipple with my warm saliva. Jo
shivered beneath me, then gasped as she felt my teeth raking across
the bud. My tongue flicked between my teeth over the tiny teat,
circling it wetly, swirling around it, lapping at it, all the while
squeezing the heavy, fleshy mound firmly with my left hand.
Jo arched her back, pushing her breast up at my
hungry mouth, and felt her nipple become trapped between a thumb and
a forefinger, felt those fingers rolling the bud between them,
pulling at it, stretching her breast from a flattened circle to a
pointed cone.
"Ah" She breathed, then cried out again
louder; as my fingers were replaced with teeth that maintained the
tension.
The hand that had been crushing her tit and pinching
the nipple deftly unclasped her bra, then slid down her flanks to her
hips, then glided lightly inward. My teeth released the teat, but I
then crushed as much of the breast into my mouth and began to suck
hard on the red, swollen boob, my tongue lashing roughly against the
trapped bud.
While my left hand lazily traced circles on Jo's
taut, flat stomach, my right hand moved up to her left breast and
began to treat it in the same manner as I had earlier done with the
other boob. First I pushed the unfastened bra aside, then I caressed
the entire breast lovingly, then I began to pull upon it with my
fingers while slurping, nibbling and chewing upon the nipple of the
one that was still locked inside my mouth. I could feel the heat and
the wetness of Jo's cunt against my hardening cock as she squirmed
and writhed beneath me. The woman was bucking her crotch against my
recovering cock, almost humping the solidifying flesh that pressed
against her silk covered pubis, moaning loudly and spreading her
thighs even wider, reveling in the pressure that she was feeling
against her warm, wet cunt. One firm, fluid movement that brought
naught but a sharp intake of breath from Joanne and the black satin
panties lay on the floor.
Jo smiled in anticipation as she watched me move down
between her legs. She felt a pair of hands grab hold of the insides
of her thighs and wrench them as far apart as they could go. She
trembled despite, or perhaps because of, the warm breath washing over
her cunt as I studied the smooth contours of her freshly shaved fanny
intently.
I dipped my face between Jo's thighs, hands sliding
around to grab her ass cheeks roughly and open her cunt to my tongue.
I swept my tongue over Jo's clit and instantly Jo arched her back
high and gurgled dreamily.
My hands held tightly onto her ass cheeks when she
bucked them up off the tablecloth and adjust her position slightly
for the tongue that then snaked out from my parted lips and speared
between the lips of her cunt hole.
I slid a finger between Jo's cunt lips and rubbed her
clitoral hood with firm, quick, minimal movements of my fingertip.
Joanne moaned into her fist as the rapid-fire vibrations against her
clit thundered through her body and mind, making her shudder
uncontrollably from head to toe, her body racked by sheer delight.
"Jesus!" Jo gasped, shivering in delight as
I furiously diddled her clit, the soaking wet cunt sliding back and
fore over my face as she squirmed beneath me.
"You like that?" I breathed, now sliding my
finger in and out of the gaping gash that opened beneath my touch
like a pink flower. "You like having your hot, wet cunt
finger-fucked?"
"Oh fuck," was all Jo could reply as she
shuddered beneath my touch.
"Answer me!" I snapped, slapping my palm
hard against Jo's bald cunt, the noise echoing around the room,
drowning out the sounds of Robbie Williams crooning through some
inane pop song. "Are you deaf? Answer me, Jo!" I hissed
again, giving the denuded snatch another short, sharp, stinging
smack.
"Yes!" Jo hissed back. I grinned, focusing
all my attention on the bubbling clitoral hood beneath my fingers,
making Jo shake and shudder, her legs scissoring wildly. I bent my
head back down to the object of my desire, my warm breath washing
over the damp, sweating cunt that twitched and vibrated beneath my
touch.
I pressed my tongue flatly against her pubic mound,
sweeping my tongue in a circle near the fingertip that maintained its
relentless high-speed rubbing.
"Hmm" She moaned. "Open me up with
your fingers and tongue fuck me."
Not one to argue with a lady, un
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"Oh fuck!" I groaned as she sucked harder,
her tongue lapping at the underside of my thrusting cock inside her
mouth, her teeth raking at the firm, taut flesh near the swinging
balls that slapped against her chin with each inward lunge.
More drool spilled out of her mouth, falling from her
chin and splashing onto the floor. My cock was spasming inside her
mouth, my balls were contracting, almost pulsing as I struggled to
stop the dam from bursting.
Normally, when I know there's a chance –
however remote – of getting my leg over, I prepare myself for
just such an opportunity. Usually that means popping one of the
little blue helpers that turn you from a red faced premature
ejaculator if you haven't been laid for a while, to a virtual demigod
between the sheets. I think it must be an age thing. Under forty;
you'll probably be fine. But over forty, like I was; you might find
that a little insurance sometimes pays dividends when it comes to
getting invited back for a return bout of energetic sheet rumpling.
The preparation is a two-stage process. The night
before the big date you have to carefully 'edge' using your favorite
method of arousal – usually internet chat where I'm concerned.
Edging, incidentally, is where you repeatedly take yourself to the
brink of ejaculation and then back off which makes it much more
intense when you do eventually need the Kleenex.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking – that you'll
most likely end up jerking off with some fat, nineteen stone hairy
and sweat-stinking trucker from Wisconsin; pretending his name is
Britney or Paula or something equally androgynous.
You probably are, as most such chat site users are
male. But the trick is to put this out of your mind, immerse yourself
in the roleplay, and quickly disconnect after you've come before the
transgendered asshole who has just made a passable attempt at
femininity laughs at you; and tells you his name is actually Brian or
Paul; and you've just been cyber-raped.
This means that your excess of stored semen has been
flushed, and your body is not so easily aroused next time around. The
result of which is that you'll probably be able to last a while
longer when you're in the company of a member of the opposite sex.
The downside is that the sudden shock of ejaculation can leave you
feeling drained and fatigued for a day or two, depending on your age;
which means there's the potential for the horrors of going flaccid
while on the job the next night.
When you get to my age, which is 44 incidentally; and
you still have a normal build, all your hair, and youthful features,
your date might not be expecting it, and get mightily pissed off with
you going all soft on her.
Enter Viagra.
I absolutely love the stuff. Forget first night
performance anxiety. Forget the worries of blowing your load before
your date is ready for it. Forget any sexual hang-ups you might have.
After popping a bluey, wait an hour and then just throw yourself into
the act. Don't worry about it not working, as worrying about it not
working usually leads to it not working anyway, and just make sure
you give the girl a damn good time. It's not unusual for me to able
to keep it rock hard and banging away for over an hour with proper
preparation, and while £7 a night (buy from a reputable
supplier, folks!, cut a 100mg tab in half so you get 8 hits for £60)
might sound expensive for a date, when you think about it it's an
absolute fucking bargain. No pun intended. And even if you do finish
too soon, you're ready to go again in next to no time. The trouble
is, Viagra has specific requirements that you have to factor into
your preparation.
First there's the wait of at least thirty minutes,
perhaps longer, before the stuff kicks in, and then there's the
relatively short duration that the stuff is active for. On the tin it
says you can get 4-5 hours of fun on one tab, so you have to time
your ingestion accordingly. If you're going out on a date at seven in
the evening, and you're not expecting to get back to her place until
near midnight, or even later if you're heading to a club, then you're
cutting it fine. Make a visit to the loo about an hour before you
expect to be heading home and then pop the pill. An additional
benefit of this approach is that if the date is turning into a
disaster then you can save the tab for the next time and leave it in
your pocket.
Secondly, if you set aside the risk of sudden
instantaneous death that the leaflet inside the box tells you might
be a 'side-effect', there's the rather irritating fact that Viagra
does not seem to work on a full stomach, or if you've been eating
fatty foods. The reason for that is that the vitamin V sits on the
food in your stomach, or floats on the greasy deposits, and does not
get absorbed into the lining of your stomach and from there into your
bloodstream. Another negative is that consuming alcohol inhibits its
effects. So if your date is a dinner, or drinks, or both, then
Viagra's not a great deal of use to you. If I'd had any inking that
Jo would be slobbering all over my balls tonight then I wouldn't have
taken Viagra anyway and instead gone for something a little more
versatile.
That's where Cialis comes in. Cialis is a step up
from Viagra in that Cialis lets you eat and drink (in moderation of
course) and still get a raging hard on afterwards. Your erection is
not quite as powerful as a Viagra enhanced one, so you don't tend to
be able to hammer the nail home for quite so long before ejaculating,
but it’s good enough to make your performance between the
sheets significantly better than if you just trusted in nature. And
it lasts for a day and a half which is great for weekends, so your
second ride is even better than the first, your third time in the
saddle is even better than the second, and so on until your heart
eventually explodes from the non-stop strain and you die with a great
big smile on your face when your final ejaculation detonates your
brain and your aorta simultaneously. While sudden instantaneous death
isn't a side effect stated on the leaflet inside a box of Cialis,
don't let that omission fool you as it’s easy to get carried
away when you're in God mode between the sheets.
Levitra I haven't yet tried but fully intend to
because it is reportedly less susceptible to stomach content and
alcohol intake and also lasts for around 24 hours. Again the erection
quality isn't quite up there in comparison with Viagra, so I have
read, but I reckon it should be good enough to do the job for me as I
take it for performance enhancement rather than for rigidity
restoration, if you get my drift.
However, my problem today was that I had been
completely unprepared for the mind blowing blowjob that Joanne was
giving me. I had assumed since the day I had taken her and her sister
to the hospital that she was not in the least bit interested in me
physically. Maybe she wasn't and this was just a particularly unusual
but certainly welcome method of repayment and I was merely worrying
myself over nothing because she wouldn't be expecting me to shag her
arse off afterwards anyway. This was just a blow and go. She feeds me
dinner, I feed her a protein shake, then get shown the door. I win
regardless. Twice, in fact.
As such I found that I couldn't hold myself back once
the familiar sensations started to build in my loins. I tried doing
what Frankie says and relaxing, but that didn't stem the tide at all.
I tried clenching my PC muscle, but that just seemed to make things
worse. In the end I just threw back my head, gritted my teeth, felt
my toes curl up as the cum pump kicked in and let the tide sweep me
away.
Joanne intensified her cock sucking, her cheeks
hollowing with the power of the suction that she was torturing me
with.
She tightened her fist around the thick root of my
twitching prick and urgently began to stroke my thick, veiny shaft
firmly, quickly tugging at the tautly wrapped skin in synchronization
with the suction of her lips and the frenzied thrusts of my hips.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, figuring that it was
only fair that I give her advanced warning of what I was about to do
so that she could act accordingly depending on her personal
preferences. "I'm gonna cum!"
My cock stiffened even further in her mouth, the grip
of my fingers in her hair undoubtedly painful, then I cried out as
the first spurt of jizz exploded out of the tip of my knob and
splattered against the roof of her mouth. She stopped sucking and
just held me there inside her mouth, her right hand frantically
jacking off my cock to get every last drop of cum out of my rapidly
draining balls.
Thick ropes of greasy semen sprayed everywhere inside
her mouth, each shot heralded with another guttural cry of ecstasy as
it seared its way up my shaft before it fountained into the dark,
damp, welcoming cavern of her mouth where she swallowed it all down
without making any noise at all.
I felt like I had ejaculated a river into Jo's
suckling mouth.
I slumped back in the chair as she separated her
mouth from my cock with a final tender kiss, my eyes partially
unfocussed as she emerged from under the table, wiping her lips with
the back of her hand. "Jesus Christ, Jo." I stammered.
"That was unexpected."
"But good?"
"Holy shit yes. Unbelievable." I said as
she stood beside me and settled herself sideways down on my lap, her
arms snaking around my neck. My arms slid around her back, fingers
finding the seam where the zipper ran down her spine. I ran my
fingers up to the top. "That was so good I think I'm going to
have to thank you in the same kind of way." I breathed as I
began to unzip her dress.
"Oh goody, that's my favorite thing." She
smiled, her eyes sparkling as our gazes locked.
"You said that was your sister's idea?" I
asked, puzzled.
Jo started giggling manically. "When we were in
the car driving to the hospital the day after my car broke down, she
whispered to me that if I didn't give you a blowjob as a thank you
then she would. I saw you glance in the mirror then and thought you'd
heard her."
"No." I said, shaking my head wryly. "I
didn't hear a thing." Boy, did I grasp the wrong end of the
stick that day. A sudden pang of regret for a wasted fortnight of
non-stop fucking and sucking hit me hard.
"Bedroom or sofa?" I eventually asked, not
wanting to waste any more precious going down time.
"Up to you." She shrugged as the zip
stopped at her waist and my fingers glided up her bare back to worry
the catch of her bra.
"I'm wondering if I should just carry on eating
at the table." I grinned up at her.
She glanced behind her, an eyebrow raised. "That'll
be different." She laughed. "And it's so uncivilized eating
on the sofa, anyway."
"Breakfast in bed sounds good, though."
"Don't push your luck, mister." Joanne
laughed. "We've both got work tomorrow."
"I was thinking more along the lines of having
you for breakfast. I tend to have a very firm sausage when I wake
up."
"I look forward to tasting it." She quipped
back. God, she was turning me on so much just talking that I could
feel myself getting hard already, and that's without the aid of a
comprehensive insurance policy provided by vitamin-v. The thought of
burying my face between her thighs was also helping to restore my
rigidity. Eating cunt always does that to me. I don't know if it's
the taste, the smell, the liquid feel or merely the thought of
swirling my tongue inside a hot, wet cunt that turns me on so much.
What I do know is that if I were a woman I'd be one very, very giving
lesbian.
I picked her up and carefully lowered her down onto
the table on her back. It felt sturdy enough – no creaking or
swaying as I settled her down upon it. She looked absolutely stunning
lying on her back in that black dress, legs parted and hanging off
the edge of the table to either side of me. The hem of her skirt had
already ridden halfway up her thighs from when she had been sat on my
lap, and her shoulders were bare because the dress was by this time
fully unzipped at the back. Her skin was pale, smooth, unblemished,
and I noted that she'd kicked off her shoes when she'd been under the
table sucking me off. All she was wearing were three items of
clothing – bra, panties and dress, and it was my next target to
make it just two garments. Those panties weren't going to be hiding
her twat much longer. Her ass was right on the edge of the table. It
was going to be easy to divest her of those. One quick tug and they
would be on the floor.
But that was too easy. Too fast. I wanted to make
this last. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her calves, tracing a
figure of eight around her knees, my lips lightly brushing the
insides of her thighs. Joanne moaned, and a hand tangled in my hair,
encouraging me to take things further. My fringe touched the hem of
her skirt and I quickly brought my hands up to Joanne's flanks,
easing the skirt up around her waist. She lifted her ass up off the
table, helping me to expose her skimpy satin black briefs.
I kissed the smooth fabric, halfway between her navel
and her twat, and heard her sigh softly, dreamily, as my hands
continued on upward, palms brushing over the dress where it concealed
the swell of her breasts. I felt one of her hands close over one of
mine, crushing it down upon her right tit. I squeezed the boob
firmly, my kisses moving downwards, lips pressing just as insistently
upon the hot, already damp patch where her cunt juices had seeped
into her panties. I love that taste.
She moved my hand up her body, used my fingers to
pull her dress down to expose her impressive rack, the dress little
more now than a scrap of black fabric wrapped around her waist, and I
hooked my fingers in the cup of her bra and pulled it down to reveal
a hardened nipple that I then mercilessly tweaked with my fingertips,
making Jo gasp.
My hand closed over Jo's right breast, fingers
squeezing it, thumb stroking the nub of the teat. I leaned over her,
studying the swell of her tits while she gazed up at me dreamily, my
fingers now caressing the nipple that I had just pinched as if I were
soothing it.
My mouth descended into the broad valley between the
twin mounds, then I turned my head to the left and flicked out my
tongue, coating a portion of the nipple with my warm saliva. Jo
shivered beneath me, then gasped as she felt my teeth raking across
the bud. My tongue flicked between my teeth over the tiny teat,
circling it wetly, swirling around it, lapping at it, all the while
squeezing the heavy, fleshy mound firmly with my left hand.
Jo arched her back, pushing her breast up at my
hungry mouth, and felt her nipple become trapped between a thumb and
a forefinger, felt those fingers rolling the bud between them,
pulling at it, stretching her breast from a flattened circle to a
pointed cone.
"Ah" She breathed, then cried out again
louder; as my fingers were replaced with teeth that maintained the
tension.
The hand that had been crushing her tit and pinching
the nipple deftly unclasped her bra, then slid down her flanks to her
hips, then glided lightly inward. My teeth released the teat, but I
then crushed as much of the breast into my mouth and began to suck
hard on the red, swollen boob, my tongue lashing roughly against the
trapped bud.
While my left hand lazily traced circles on Jo's
taut, flat stomach, my right hand moved up to her left breast and
began to treat it in the same manner as I had earlier done with the
other boob. First I pushed the unfastened bra aside, then I caressed
the entire breast lovingly, then I began to pull upon it with my
fingers while slurping, nibbling and chewing upon the nipple of the
one that was still locked inside my mouth. I could feel the heat and
the wetness of Jo's cunt against my hardening cock as she squirmed
and writhed beneath me. The woman was bucking her crotch against my
recovering cock, almost humping the solidifying flesh that pressed
against her silk covered pubis, moaning loudly and spreading her
thighs even wider, reveling in the pressure that she was feeling
against her warm, wet cunt. One firm, fluid movement that brought
naught but a sharp intake of breath from Joanne and the black satin
panties lay on the floor.
Jo smiled in anticipation as she watched me move down
between her legs. She felt a pair of hands grab hold of the insides
of her thighs and wrench them as far apart as they could go. She
trembled despite, or perhaps because of, the warm breath washing over
her cunt as I studied the smooth contours of her freshly shaved fanny
intently.
I dipped my face between Jo's thighs, hands sliding
around to grab her ass cheeks roughly and open her cunt to my tongue.
I swept my tongue over Jo's clit and instantly Jo arched her back
high and gurgled dreamily.
My hands held tightly onto her ass cheeks when she
bucked them up off the tablecloth and adjust her position slightly
for the tongue that then snaked out from my parted lips and speared
between the lips of her cunt hole.
I slid a finger between Jo's cunt lips and rubbed her
clitoral hood with firm, quick, minimal movements of my fingertip.
Joanne moaned into her fist as the rapid-fire vibrations against her
clit thundered through her body and mind, making her shudder
uncontrollably from head to toe, her body racked by sheer delight.
"Jesus!" Jo gasped, shivering in delight as
I furiously diddled her clit, the soaking wet cunt sliding back and
fore over my face as she squirmed beneath me.
"You like that?" I breathed, now sliding my
finger in and out of the gaping gash that opened beneath my touch
like a pink flower. "You like having your hot, wet cunt
finger-fucked?"
"Oh fuck," was all Jo could reply as she
shuddered beneath my touch.
"Answer me!" I snapped, slapping my palm
hard against Jo's bald cunt, the noise echoing around the room,
drowning out the sounds of Robbie Williams crooning through some
inane pop song. "Are you deaf? Answer me, Jo!" I hissed
again, giving the denuded snatch another short, sharp, stinging
smack.
"Yes!" Jo hissed back. I grinned, focusing
all my attention on the bubbling clitoral hood beneath my fingers,
making Jo shake and shudder, her legs scissoring wildly. I bent my
head back down to the object of my desire, my warm breath washing
over the damp, sweating cunt that twitched and vibrated beneath my
touch.
I pressed my tongue flatly against her pubic mound,
sweeping my tongue in a circle near the fingertip that maintained its
relentless high-speed rubbing.
"Hmm" She moaned. "Open me up with
your fingers and tongue fuck me."
Not one to argue with a lady, un