“You gonna cum?” I asked, almost too coolly since I knew full well she was a hair’s breadth away from a climax.
“Ohhh…ohhh…ohhh…Nic…I…I’m…so…”, she mewled, and sped up her grinding motions on my embedded prick. Finally she was there and I removed my thumb from her clit. She responded by collapsing onto my chest and taking a hundred full, rapid strokes onto me, from tip to balls, and milking my probe as if it were feeding her life blood. She screamed through her orgasm for what must have been a full minute into my mouth, muffling her wild cries. I held her perfect dancer’s body tightly and fucked up into her until she lapsed into moans, then…silence. Minutes went by as our breathing returned to normal. “Jeezus Kuh-rist, Nicky! You’re amazing in bed!” she groaned, nearly slipping off me because of our mingled sweat. “But you didn’t cu-u-um,” she lamented, making the word sound like it had three syllables.
“And I won’t for a while,” I responded as I flipped us over. “For that, I want to be on top.” Kneeling, I started to move both of her ankles upward to spread her completely open.
“Wait, please, Nicky. Could you pull out?” I did so, puzzled. “I want to taste myself on you first,” she said, rising and licking her juice off my pubic hair, cock and balls and swallowing it. “It’s so sexy to taste a woman’s juices off a man,” she said, her hazel eyes sparkling up at me. I thought nothing of her assertion. I wanted only to be back inside her, which took about five seconds.
“Nnngh, yeah, baby,” I grunted, “it’s good this way,” as I set up an easy rhythm while resting on my elbows. She was right with me, grinning ecstatically, and mewling “mmmmm” as she pulled me to her kissing mouth, alive with her pungent wet tongue. After a minute or so she placed one firm hand on each of my buttocks, pressing down on them each time I drilled between her upraised thighs. We fucked that way for a long time, muttering meaningless sounds of pleasure to one another as our organs once again worked toward a climactic peak.
I then remembered Carolyn’s clitoral – or at least masturbatory – fixation. I slowed and brought her legs down to the bed and, still embedded in her, clamped my thighs on the outside of hers so that the top of my cock would abrade her little love button. After thirty seconds of such stimulation she began clawing at my back and crying my name. Finally she screamed, “Hold still!” and hammered up and down at me until she froze in a monumental orgasm, once again screaming my name over and over. When she was finished she begged, “Cum, please cum,” her beautiful eyes pleading with me.
And so I did. I pulled from her still-palpitating vagina and knee-walked up to her face, holding the base of my prick in a tight grip so as not to ejaculate too soon, laid the dark red crown on her lower lip that was curled outward to accept me, and relaxed my hand while growling like an 800 pound gorilla. She’d raised her head and opened her luscious lips widely, so the target was perfect. Jet after jet of cum shot into her mouth, all of which she accepted with a joyous hum in her throat. Halfway through my ejaculation her hands were stroking me from balls forward, pumping the remainder of my semen into her gullet to be swallowed, and only a thin freshet of seed appeared on her bow-like upper lip when I was spent. As I collapsed back onto the bed, groaning, I thanked the gods for bringing me to Grenoble. Moreover, I thanked them for having Lindy out of town on this day, just before Carolyn and I dozed off for a nap, locked in one another’s arms.