As our bodies were pressed together she could feel every shake and tremor her constricting throat teased out of me. With my head propped on a pillow I would feast my senses by stroking her thin, skinny legs. My hands took in as much of her smooth brown skin as possible. None of these sexual sessions would be complete if I didn’t take the time to suckle on each of her tiny toes. With a light touch, I could tickle the soles of her feet and send her vibrating laughter down the length of my cock. For nearly an hour each time, she milked precum down her throat while watching her favorite videos. Her copious saliva would run down my abdomen, around my balls and form puddles to my sides and ass. At times, she would lube her hands and massage my smooth sack. Other times, with the same saliva lubrication, she would insert her little fingers into my asshole and expertly massage my prostate. Her small finger would tease every fluid ounce of precum down her throat. Through our body contact she could sense how close I would get to orgasm and then freeze her whole body. She would stay so still that all I could feel was her heart beat into my abdomen and the steady trickle of her pussy leaking warm, creamy juice down my chest. As though my head were in a helmet all I heard was my own breathing, struggling to contain my orgasm. When I could last no longer, I would rupture pump after pump of hot cum down her throat. On our best day, she managed to suck out three consecutive orgasms and never let me out of her mouth.
When we first started this, I tried to play with her tiny pussy and asshole, but she stopped me. “Please don’t sweety. This is for you, not for me.”
“Sorry, it’s just… I’d like both of us to orgasm at the same time,” I said facing the ceiling while stroking her thin calves.
She paused to form her words, “Think of this as my form of masturbation. Some people like to build up an orgasm for minutes or even hours.” She explained this to me while lightly kissing my cock. “I like to build up orgasm for days. I like to save it up for the weekend so you and Clarissa could launch me into space.” Turning to look at me she said, “I know it’s kind of weird but…”
“It’s okay,” I said smiling and massaging my face with her little feet, savoring the sensation like a cat. “Christina, as I’ve said before, you and your daughter will never have to apologize for your sexuality.”
No more words were necessary. Christina smiled, wrapped her arms around my left thigh hugged me and kissed my semi rigid penis back to full rigid.
Her daughter, Clarissa on the other hand was a wild and savvy little girl. A wildness that showed in her appetite for not just sex, but pornography. I unleashed her by saying she could use my workstation any time I’m off work. Her video choices were so vast that she had to create her own account just to keep track of them all.
After she finished her day at school and her studies at home, several times a week I could find her frantically masturbating at my workstation. Watching videos of all kinds, even genres I never knew existed. I would erect instantly anytime I walked into the living room to see and hear her frantically rubbing her searing, wet genitals. Underneath her was always a large puddle of her vaginal milk and next to her a pile of soaked towels. Teasing myself, I watched unobtrusively, until she noticed me.