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He put his hands in my hair. I could tell he was being careful not to push on the back of my head. I could feel his hands tremble. Before withdrawing my mouth a second time, I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his shaft, the half of it closer to the base. I then covered all of the rest of it with my mouth until my lips pushed against the edge of my fist.
Then, wanting to dazzle and surprise this mysterious man, I did the bravest thing I've ever done. I removed my hand and continued to crawl my lips further up the length of his shaft, dragging my throat up over the head. I couldn't fight back the need to gag, so I backed off and replaced my hand onto his saliva-moistened shaft and stroked it as I looked up at him. He looked down at me with a sort of numb smile on his face. An involuntary giggle escaped me, making his smile grow and shine. I beamed back in return.
Determination took over. I moved into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, all the while kneading the head of his cock between the side of my index finger and my thumb. I licked the end again, this time while looking up at him. I brought my other hand up to cup his hanging ball sack, stroking with two fingers the area where the very back of it met his body between his legs. Then, as I slowly pushed the hand I had curled around his shaft down along it toward his body I followed with my mouth. When my lips again collided with my fist, I paused a moment, before removing my hand and continuing to drag my throat, now in a better position to open, over the knob with my crawling lips and conveying tongue.His hands on the back of my head were rooting for me, not exactly pushing my head onto his cock, but exerting a sure pressure against retreat. Tilting my head back with chin forward to straighten my neck, I pressed on to the verge of gagging, and then beyond as the head miraculously slid beyond my throat. My nose and face continued on to press firmly, victoriously against his abdomen. I retreated just enough to feel the ridge of his knob on the backside of the narrows of my throat and plunged my nose forthright into him again. On my fourth cycle of this, while I was still amazing myself and before I could get into a rhythm, I felt him gently drawing my head back by my hair in a desperate attempt to preserve his orgasm. But the quivering of his legs organized into a convulsive bucking of his hips, and my hand on his balls felt them tighten. I reached further behind to the pucker of his ass and pushed firmly to discourage any retreat. He was mine and he came willingly, deeply, forcefully and spastically into my throat. I never actually tasted him, but upon his withdrawal I knew he tasted good. I made a mental note that the next time I would have him on my tongue.
Ben fell onto the bed next to me, dragging me backward by my shoulders to lie next to him. He rolled onto his side towards me and kissed me carefully. His passion rekindled quickly, his kisses became more intense. He reached across my body over my breast and put his hand high on my opposite side, just beneath my arm, and pulled me sharply against him. "That is some kind of black magic you possess, my sweet Jenna. Nice to know there's a basis for your awesome sex appeal," he said, smiled briefly, and lowered himself to kiss me again as he rolled on top of me without releasing my mouth. I put my hands in his hair. When he lifted himself to look down into my eyes, my arms encircled our little world.
He lowered to kiss me again and then drew his head to nuzzle under my chin. I tilted my head back. Were he a vampire or a werewolf, he could have bitten my throat. As if reading my thoughts, his teeth gently gripped and released sections of my throat as he worked down to my already heaving breasts. Please hurry, I thought.
Ben took his time. I had sucked the hurry out of him. He slowly kissed his way down my sternum. With my hands still in his hair, I closed my arms to pinch his face with my tits. He moaned a muffled appreciation and nuzzled under the right one, playfully nudging it upward. He found the nipple and played it in circles with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth. It felt good. My hands were still in his hair, feeling his head moving, as he worked my nipple with his mouth. When he moved his head across to the left breast, he covered and gently massaged the abandoned breast with his hand, allowing the hardened nipple to find its way between two of his fingers, keeping it tight. I moaned as my breasts swelled under his skilful touch. His mouth bringing my left nipple to hardness sent shivers through my body that made my vagina crackle with the heat of anticipation.
The pain of Ben's slow progress was exquisite. My exhaustion and Ben's touch were affecting me like a drug. I was trembling and my moaning, while deep and quiet, had become regular. It felt like I was purring as he kissed his way down my abdomen.
When he arrived at the very centre of my world, he gained purpose in his movements. He kissed the inside of one thigh, and grazing his lips over the freshly shaven ones of my pussy, he moved across to kiss the inside of the other. He then extended his tongue and ran the tip of it along the inside fold of the left outer lip of my pussy, down then up, in slow recycling strokes. This he did again on the opposing outer lip. I wanted to scream, but I wanted whatever might be coming next even more. It was worth the wait to finally feel him press his mouth, his face and, of course his tongue, into my sopping flower. He rooted side to side to get innermost, his tongue exploring everywhere, his lips gently drawing in, pinching and releasing each petal. I could already feel myself giving in to my first orgasm, itself still just a warm purr, when Ben followed his tongue up the centre of me to find the bulb of my nerves. He puckered his lips around it and vacuumed it into his mouth. The sensation jolted my body and stole my breath with a catch. I had felt nothing like it before. He did it again with increased pressure. Again the jolt came and again the catch in my breath. He relaxed the grip of his mouth and pushed at the button with his tongue for a moment of reprieve before drawing the glowing bulb back in through his re-pursed lips again and again and again.
The jolts gave way to expectation. Expectation gave way to the calm acceptance of the rhythm of my clit passing in and out of the narrow opening of his lips. The rhythmic pumping action relentlessly tugged upon my orgasm, drew it up like rich oil from deep within the centre of me by tapping into my very soul and overwhelming my consciousness. I came in body-wracking convulsions of relief and emotion and a flooding wetness.
I pushed on my heels, propelling myself along the bed away from him in defence of my suddenly hypersensitive clitoris. Ben retreated as I covered myself with my hand and rocked from side to side as the last vestiges of my intense orgasm washed from me like retreating shore break. Then he was next to me, stroking matted tendrils of hair from my face and kissing me gently once again.
It felt good to feel his fingers massage my hairline, the edges of my face. At first I thought I would never want to move. His kisses however, caring and cautious and perfumed by my own scent, rekindled my passion immediately. I kissed him back exuberantly, excitedly and appreciatively. I pushed to roll over onto him but he pinned me down and continued to kiss my face, my mouth, my neck and my breasts.
He separated my legs with his and I could feel him again hard against me. He lifted himself above me on his pinning arms forcing my forearms into the mattress. "Did I tell you that you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen? Or did I merely think it?" he asked, smiling. I returned his smile in silence.
"Well, you do have, by far let me add, the most beautiful tits as well as the most wonderfully delicious..." He cut himself off and snapping a quick jolt onto my pinned forearms demandingly asked, "Are you ready for me?"
I remained silent for a few heartbeats before beaming another smile and further spreading my knees while crossing my ankles on the backs of his upper thighs. I answered him by pulling on the backs of his buttocks with my heels. I felt the head of his cock push against my clit and pop over the top of it. He pulled back to realign with me. I could feel a shift of weight on my arms telling me that he was preparing to use his hand.
"Don't," I said. "Give it time to find its own way." He settled back and when I felt the aim was true I pulled up again with my heels and he pierced me. Oh, my God, my head spun in a scream to itself. He slowly pushed deeper
and deeper into me, so easily stretching my slick passage. He was filling me up. The head of his cock or the ridge or both pressured the front wall of my opening, triggering erotic pleasures along the way.
His full, strong, confident strokes were soon like a stallion at full gallop and I was on for a race toward ecstasy. I re-wrapped my legs above his hips, taking my pelvis to a higher tilt. Completely pinned to the bed at three points, the sensation of being pushed and pounded combined with the action along the front of my tunnel to get my synapses firing all at once.
"I'm cumming!" I forced out, looking into his disturbingly calm face, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I bucked and then my whole body stiffened fiercely against the restraint of his weight. He eased his stroke as my orgasm passed.
Becalmed, I smiled again. I strained to move my head to kiss his hand still pinning my forearm. I could not reach it. He smiled at me and said, "I'm not through with you."
"Then kiss me," I pleaded. He complied. Powerfully.
Then he said into my ear, "Swing your legs on top of my shoulders."
Repositioned, he began his boldest strokes yet. The new tilt of my pelvis delivered pure pleasure. The penetration was deep and even more pressure was exerted against my front vaginal wall by the head of his pumping cock. I could feel my juices running erotically down the cleft of my bottom past my ass. Ben's entire body, glistening in sweat, shined in the moonlight. My craving increased. I wanted all he could give me, as hard as he could give it to me.
"Oh Ben, fuck me harder...harder...fuck me harder!" I hissed through my teeth.
Ben opened his eyes to look at me and smiled a strange knowing smile. He slammed a few strokes hard into me, each almost independent of the other. Then he leaned into me and transferred a significant portion of his body weight onto my coiled-back legs. They easily and comfortably supported it.
This shift of weight permitted Ben to suddenly quicken his rhythm into a jackhammer staccato of half stokes. I'm sure my face registered at least some sign of my mind screaming at the fantastic sensation fluttering through my entire body. My tits, my flanks, my hands, which had been freed to grip Ben's butt, and of course my dripping pussy were all quivering to Ben's pulsing rapid-fire pace.
At first just the tip half of his cock was plunging in and out for these short strokes. As nice a sensation that it was, I began to feel frustration approaching. Again, seeming to read my thoughts Ben changed to push all the way in. Suddenly each of his quick jackhammer blows was slamming home against the sensitive, tightly gripping, outer entrance of my centre with a loud smack.
The depth of his penetration in this position was extreme and surprising. Small tinges of pain, shepherded by the exquisite fulfilment of each deep, slapping, banging stroke, posed no impediment to delivering my body completely and unequivocally to this mysterious man once again.
My body had grown completely responsive now. Ben was only a few strokes into this new rhythm and my orgasm began popping off like a string of small firecrackers. Unlike the earlier deeply dredged orgasm, this one had the sensation of sparklers and fireworks in my nerves. Like fireworks in July, it kept cumming for a long time, drawing a strange involuntary whimpering sound from me.
Ben, building slowly from the moment he entered me, was cumming with the monstrous intensity of a moon-shot. The strain on his neck and face was frightening. He was beaded in perspiration. Soon after my fireworks started he began to lose his rhythm. Complete loss followed as all control of his body gave over to involuntary spasms, convulsions and twitches as his torrent mixed with mine. My series of explosions reached a crescendo with his, then kept gently firing as long as his cock continued to throb inside of me.
I laid wrapped into Ben with my head on his shoulder for a few minutes before realizing he was asleep, deeply asleep. Too excited or too exhausted to sleep, I got up and used the toilet, the bidet and the sink in the bathroom. I climbed back into bed with Ben and fell asleep myself.
The next morning I emerged from a sleepy dreamscape to find Ben smiling next to me propped on his arm. "Good Morning..." he said, "hot stuff."
"Good Morning."
"You have some questions, no doubt..."
"A few," I replied.
"Shayna?"
"Yes."
"A friend from college, and a colleague. The source of my invitation to lecture the course here."
"Lover?"
"Very lesbian."
"Renee?"
"Committed bi-sexual, according to Shayna. They apparently dallied in the past."
"Last night?"
"Was wonderful."
"No, I mean..."
With a small laugh and that radiant grin Ben said, "I think so, if Shayna had her way."
"Wonderful for me too," I said.
"Halleluiah."
Ben's next kiss was the first kiss of a whole new 24 hours in Prague.
The End.
Sparring
The redheaded martial artist Katherine hurled a couple of irritable kicks at the punching bag, her large breasts bouncing with the movement. Typical Elaine. Late as usual, she fumed as she practiced a few more basic combos on the bag, the front of her modified martial arts gi flipping up to expose her white panties each time she kicked high. Despite its modifications, it was really meant to be worn with trousers or shorts; but when practicing alone -- or, especially and even better, with Elaine -- she liked the outfit the way it was now.
Damn, Katherine thought. Still too slow. I'm pausing too long to consider my attacks, instead of shifting fluidly from one strike to the next, instinctively deciding. She knew why, of course. Her mind was stuck too much on Elaine, her frequent sparring partner and close friend, among... other things. She really wasn't in the mood for training. Katherine sighed wryly, and allowed herself to relax. Immediately the visions of Elaine came in full force. The glorious elegance of her fighting style, the beautiful peril of her unpredictable spinning attacks...Her constantly shifting, volatile ready stance, the frequent transitions in weight causing her breasts -- slightly smaller than Katherine's own, but still large -- to bounce alluringly... The finesse of Elaine's techniques -- and not just her fighting ones.
Katherine's hand went up to her breast, almost without her realizing it, and rubbed softly as she immersed herself in memories of Elaine, her partner in training, combat...and love. Those glorious moments when their lips met, the way Elaine's mouth moved against her own, the lips opening slightly... She caught herself and paused, but shrugged her hesitation off; her practice was going nowhere anyway. With a resigned sigh, Katherine pulled her martial arts gi off her breast and rolled her finger over her hardening nipple, gently teasing its tip as Elaine had done not long ago. She sighed again. Elaine... where are you?
Suddenly, Katherine heard soft, almost silent footsteps behind her, and she tugged her hand reluctantly away from herself. Only Elaine was that quiet. I guess she's right there, she thought with amusement. Predictable. You would come late, and then try to open with a sneak attack, wouldn't you? But then, it is part of my craft as a martial artist to be ready for any attack at any time. Katherine turned her head slightly to watch Elaine out of the corner of her eyes, pushing aside her fantasies in the real-life presence of her partner. But as subtle as Katherine's motion was, Elaine spotted it and realized that Katherine had seen her. Elaine ran forward, trying to take advantage of what little surprise she had left. Katherine hastily pulled her top back into place and whipped around, deflecting an attempted grab of some sort. Elaine slipped away backwards and into her familiar ready stance.
Katherine looked directly into the eyes of her old partner, gazing at the cute, seemingly innocent face framed by light-blonde hair. Though she looked innocently youthful, Elaine's eyes betrayed the burning determination and passions within, much like Katherine's own usually did -- although in this case, Katherine's eyes were clouded with her distracting longings. Katherine sank into the depths of Elaine's eyes, imagining how she would rather see them: half closed, the f
iery passion within directed at Katherine herself, rather than her defeat, the cute lips beneath pouted in pleasure. Her look ran over her partner and lover, a long, lingering gaze of desire. Elaine's body was as scantily clad as Katherine's own; it was barely covered by a thin, predominantly purple, floral minidress. With an effort, Katherine attempted to push aside her lustful thoughts, and the physical sensations of arousal they inspired. She slipped defiantly into a ready stance, signing "come here!"
Elaine spun in forwards, her typical offensive technique. Katherine's stare, ostensibly searching for cues as to what attack Elaine would use, ended up mostly lingering with longing on her smooth, long legs. She spotted Elaine's intended strike through luck and coincidence. One of those gorgeous legs was out of rhythm. Katherine ducked the high spinning kick on instinct, trying to ignore the titillating glimpse it offered of Elaine's cute, partially see-through underwear -- had Elaine done that on purpose? -- and swung her own leg in a low sweep at Elaine. Elaine jumped over it. Katherine slipped into a defensive stance, and they stared each other down.
"Naughty Elaine, trying to distract me with her cute outfit," Katherine mocked lightly.
"Obviously it worked," Elaine replied with a smirk, "or why would you bring it up?" Katherine cursed under her breath. Dammit! She's right. Get your mind back on the fight, or you'll lose! she chided herself desperately. But Katherine's desire refused to subside, the flash of Elaine's panties burned into her mind. Frustrated, she strove to ignore that section of her thoughts, and attempted to return the rest of her consciousness to the fight.