Peter
06-13-2003, 11:52 PM
As promised here is the next part. Part 8 will wait for input from Jamie and time to write it.
Thanks again to those of you would cared enough to ask for more. Please anyone who reads this take a minute to give feedback.
Regards,
Peter
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Meeting Jamie - Part 7
She continued dragging a finger up and down my cock very slowly, without saying anything further. She yawned once or twice and laid her head down on the bed. She still kept stroking me with that one finger and said nothing. Another yawn.
Finally she spoke. My heart was pounding. This was to be the decision. My cock was throbbing. My balls truly ached. I hadn’t had a real set of blues balls like this since I was a teenager, possibly not even then. Jamie had accomplished something, I now beyond doubt understood the difference between when you want to cum and when a woman makes you genuinely NEED to cum! And I damn sure needed to cum.
“Peter, I’ve had a fantastic time so far tonight. I really like you and enjoy being with you. Dinner was great! You have a persona, not to mention a cock, that just begs to be teased! You’ve made me cum so hard so many times! I honestly think you’ve made me cum harder than I ever have in my life. I think that’s the problem!” then she paused.
OH God! I thought. This sounds bad. Problem, what problem.
“Problem!?” I croaked “Wha . . “
Jamie cut me off, “Shhh” she said softly, “Let me finish.”
“You made me cum so many times and so hard that I’m exhausted. That and teasing you has been so hot that I just can’t think. I don’t want this to end, but I’m too tired to do anything about it or even decide whether or not to make you cum!”
I just groaned, I couldn’t help it. I was sure I was about to plunge into total despair.
“I’m still not done, just hold on a sec. Peter, I’ve pushed you further, way further than I ever have any guy. I’m surprised you could take it frankly, and I don’t want it to end, but I’m going to conk out any second. So here is what I think. If you want, I’ll untie you and you can go, but what I really want is for you to spend the night with me, Please!”
“Wha, I, but, how” I sputtered for several seconds.
Jamie went on as though I hadn’t even made a sound, “If you do, then I’ll be able to decide in the morning if I’m going to let you cum. You’ve been so wonderful you really deserve to, but I won’t know for sure until morning. So, please stay, Please! What do you say?”
I was in complete shock. I had no idea what to do or say. I have no idea how long it took, but I finally realized that I could either leave now, being the most sexually frustrated I had ever been (or could even imagine being) or spend the night which assuredly would result in being even more frustrated in the morning, but may or may not result in my being allowed to cum. More frustrated! How the Hell could I survive that? On the other hand, how could I possibly leave now? My mind simply yawed back and forth like watching a tennis match. I could not think. I don’t have any idea how long this lasted. Finally.
“Please?” she asked again.
Then I heard a very raspy voice speak softly. It said, “Okay, I’ll stay.”
Jamie squealed delightedly. She jumped on top of me and kissed me very deep and hard, for quite a while. It was very, very sexy.
“I’m so glad you decided to stay” she breathed heavily, then kissed me again.
Who had said I was staying? Had I decided yet? For the first time ever I fully understood the expression ‘brain dead’. I guess I was staying.
Jamie didn’t say another word. She pulled a light blanket over us and with me still bound she lay her head on my chest. She was draped over my right side. One breast was pressing into my side the other my chest. Her right leg was draped over mine, so that her thigh was resting right against my nuts. She had cupped my balls in her right hand and her wrist lay over the length of my cock.
I felt her take a deep breath and almost instantly as she let it out she was asleep. She was so tired that in the transition between being awake and asleep her muscles gave a slight involuntary twitch. When her right arm and hand did that I thought I’d scream. In moments she was in a deep, sound sleep.
It took quite a while before my pulse and breathing returned to near normal. My cock was still rock hard and balls truthfully ached. My mind was in a complete flurry, I could not sort out my thoughts.
It had been less than eight hours ago that I walked into the bar where I met Jamie. I would never have believed one could have so many mind boggling experiences in such a short time. Hell, before that day, I wouldn’t have believed you could in an entire lifetime.
Just watching her lay there was a tease. Feeling her breasts press against me was a tease. Looking at the curve of her ass and feeling her thigh against my leg and balls was a tease. And certainly feeling her fingers cupping my sack and her arm laying on top of my cock was a tease.
I tried to calm down, but my mind would not be diverted for even a second from the incredible need to cum she had instilled in me. Finally after a very long time my cock started to soften and my eyes were feeling heavy. I’m sure it was an adrenaline crash, after all, what Jamie had put me through had my entire body on a natural kind of speed for hours, now with a break in the stimuli everything was crashing down.
Just as I felt myself start to nod off I felt her hand start to move. I instantly looked at her face and listened. She was clearly sound asleep, her eyes moving in the typical REM fashion and her breathing slow and steady. But she was still jacking my cock. Damn it! This was a whole different way of looking at being ‘such a natural she could do it in her sleep’! She was sound asleep and she was teasing my cock anyway.
It was only moments before I was fully hard again. It didn’t last long, not did I get anywhere near close to cumming, but it certainly had me wide awake once again. I don’t know how long this kept up, but it seemed as if every time I was about to fall asleep it happened again. I kept observing her closely, almost convinced she was doing it on purpose, but every time I was positive she was still asleep.
It was a kind of cycling that I’d never dreamed of, and in its own way every bit as frustrating as any of the others she’d put me through. I considered waking her up, but thought the consequences of that might be even worse, besides, I certainly didn’t want to lose any points of good grace.
Finally, after I don’t know how long, my own exhaustion won out and I went out cold.
I slowly woke from such a deep sleep that it took quite a while to make the transition from asleep to awake. At first I had no idea where I was, but when I tried to move and couldn’t it quickly came back to me. But the first sensation I had was something very moist was over my cockhead. My brain finally cleared. Jamie was gently sucking on the end of my cock. My stirring made her realize I was awake.
She paused just long enough to get out “I wondered how long it was going to take to wake you up.” She was giggling. The middle of the night and she was still giggling. She kept sucking the end of my cock very gently. It was fully erect even before I was awake.
With what had become my standing intelligent language skills I croaked, “What, huh, what’s . . .?”
This elicited a laugh, which sent tremors through my cock. She stopped sucking, but kept tickling my balls and her other hand, finger tip really, was tracing patterns on my bloated glans.
“You were snoring and it woke me up. Since I couldn’t roll you over, I thought I’d try this. And it worked, you aren’t snoring anymore!” More giggles.
I don’t usually snore, but sometimes if I’m really exhausted I do. Well, duh, exhausted?
She went back to using her mouth, but instead of sucking now she was licking my cock like it was a lollipop, no more like an ice cream cone. It was starting to drive me wild yet again. It was so slow and light that it wasn’t really pushing me that close, yet.
“Jamie, I’m sorry I woke you, really, but have a heart, you’re driving me insane again. Please!” I stammered, trying to get her to ease up. Yeah right!
She stopped with her mouth again and went back to just fingers, “Oh it’s okay. It gives me and excuse to do this and I love to do this! I think you’ll stop complaining in a few minutes.” Even more giggles. This girl giggles almost non stop, at least when she’s doing her favorite thing in the world.
She soon had me moaning. She would lick, then suck just the head, then use just her fingers. She was constantly changing the stimulation and it was having the desired effect.
“Oh God Jamie, please. PLEASE!” I was again reduced to begging and moaning incoherently in alternating breaths.
I kept begging, “Jamie, more, please more. Harder!”
After what seemed and eternity of this incredible frustration that would never get me off, she said, “Okay, okay, here you go!”
And with that she shifted around, wrapped her lips firmly over the head of my cock and slowly slid her lips all the way down my shaft. Then, without pausing, all the way back up until her lips were just kissing the very tip. She kept doing this, slowly, but firmly and without stopping. Each stroke she increased the speed just the tiniest amount. Damn, it felt so good I couldn’t believe it. It wouldn’t take much of these before I would cum. She wasn’t teasing, she was now giving me a world class blow job that could only result in one thing. I couldn’t believe it, finally she was going to make me cum.
I started to thrust my hips, I couldn’t help it. She didn’t resist or try to stop me, she just sucked in rhythm with my strokes. I was there, I felt my balls start to tighten.
And so did she. POP! To me it sounded like a cannon going off, as her lips smacked together leaving my cock. She instantly removed her hands and simply starred at my cock as it spasmed and twitched and throbbed. But I didn’t cum. My balls were tight as could be, a small amount of cum even oozed out the end, but I didn’t cum. Of all the edgings I’d experienced at her hands (and mouth) that one was the closest yet. And the absolutely, most frustrating one.
I screamed, “NOOOOO!!”
“Quiet, for God sake! They’ll send the police!” she said very firmly.
I could tell by the way she’d said it she was seriously concerned about how loud I’d been, especially given it was the middle of the night. I couldn’t have helped it though. It was completely involuntary. I quieted down, but otherwise ignored what she was saying.
“No, Jamie, please, don’t leave me like this. You have to let me cum, please!” my cock was still twitching from the maddening way in which she had just pushed me right to the edge just to snatch away my pleasure at the absolute last instant.
“We’ll see about you cumming in the morning. For now lets just hope that stops you from snoring!” Still giggling, she again wrapped herself around me as before and was almost immediately fast asleep.
As you can well imagine, it certainly kept me from snoring for a protracted time, since even I don’t snore when wide awake. After another long stretch of throbbing and aching, I descended into a deep sleep. I don’t know if I snored again or not, if so either it didn’t wake Jamie, or she ignored it. In any case I slept through until morning.
As I finally woke to daylight coming through the drapes, it was much like the middle of the night, I was disoriented and confused at first, then slowly it came back to me, until I was fully cognizant of where I was. And fully aware that Jamie was kneeling between my spread thighs, slowly stroking my fully erect cock with some of that ultra slippery lube of hers.
As soon as she could tell I was fully awake she said, “Morning sleepy head. Nothing like starting the day with a handjob, is there?” More laughter.
After a loud groan, “Jamie, this is too much!”
“Shhh, you don’t want me in a bad mood this morning, now do you?” she asked trying to sound serious but failing. She kept stroking. Slow, semi-firm strokes.
If there was even a hint of question left, it was now answered. This girl NEVER tried of teasing and frustrating a man’s cock. I was beginning to believe she could do it non-stop for days. I was beginning to be afraid she would.
As maddening as the brinkings she’d performed the evening before had been, fully rested and applying all her skill, not to mention my condition, this was the absolutely most frustrating thing I’ve ever experienced.
She was using plenty of lube to minimize the friction, plus she was using a rather loose grip and a very slow, but steady non-stop stroke pace. Naturally it didn’t take long before I was quickly headed up the slope. As I got closer, she would reduce the pace and ease her grip just the slightest bit more. This kept me moving toward cumming, but at a decreasing speed. As bloated as my balls and cock were, I wouldn’t have thought she could stimulate me without pausing for any length of time without making me cum. I was wrong. This girl is an expert beyond belief, or even adequate description.
When she finally got to the point that she had to stop the steady stroking, she switched to a rotation of thumbing my most sensitive spot at the very underside right next to the head, using her fingertips to gently rub around the glans itself, and an occasional single stroke. She did it in no pattern whatsoever. My cock would regularly twitch and spasm and my balls were sort of jerking up and down, but I couldn’t quite get over the edge. She was able to do this so expertly that she could go on for a few minutes after the stroking, even in my condition.
By the end of the first cycle I was moaning, and thrashing about and begging constantly and damn near sobbing. It served only to turn her on all the more, I could see it in her eyes.
Yes, I said first cycle, when she finally had to stop completely she spoke, “Oh God Peter, that was so hot. You were SOO close to cumming and for so long. It’s making me wet to do this. Peter, you are the perfect specimen.
I did feel a bit like a laboratory rat!
She waited until my cock has substantially softened, talking all the while about how much it was turning her on, and how badly I must need to cum by now, and swollen my balls and purple my cock looked during it all.
When my cock was nearly soft, she started again, going through exactly the same routine. By the third cycle I seriously wondered if I was going to loose my mind. By the end of the fourth, I couldn’t speak. At the end of the fifth I knew I really could not take any more. I figured is she didn’t stop then that I’d have a heart attack or a stroke or something. I probably would have. I honestly think Jamie was worried that might be the case too.
She laid down next to me and just held me gently for a few minutes, then got up and went into the bath. She returned almost immediately with a damp cloth and wiped my face.
“Peter, that was amazing. I have to admit I’ve never done anything quite like it before. It’s made me extraordinarily horny. So, I’m going to untie you now. You were right last night. While I loved your tongue both when you were tied and when you weren’t, it’s better when you aren’t.” And with that she began to undo me.
Once loose, I could barely move and it took a minute of bending and stretching to get back control of my limbs.
“Water” she asked gently.
I nodded my head. It was all I could do. When she returned she handed me the glass, I drank it slowly.
She just sat there smiling and waiting. Finally I spoke, “Lie back.”
She did as her smile widened.
I started slow, but not too slow. For one thing, I wanted to release her pent up sexual energy before it killed me! Soon I was using my tongue as a wide flat tool stimulating her clit. She was already moaning and starting to hump my face. I gently, but firmly held her thighs to maintain control. As she got more excited I started to suck on her now erect nub and flick it with the tip of my tongue. That was all it took, she started to cum hard. I eased up but didn’t stop. She would end one orgasm and almost immediately start another of a long series. I don’t know how many she actually had, as they more and more ran into each other and became almost one very long orgasm. I do know it last a least a few minutes. When I could tell she was getting too sensitive I ignored her clit momentarily and stuck my tongue as deep inside her as I could, then began to slide it in and out. As soon as I thought she could stand it I went back to licking her clit. It wasn’t long before she was cumming again, and hard.
I alternated between tongue fucking her while she recovered and pleasuring her clit once she did, through two more orgasms before she finally yelled, “Too much, I <gasp> can’t <gasp> take <gasp> any <gasp> more!”
Remembering my objective, I stopped. I crawled up on the bed next to her and we just held each other in silence while our pulse and respiration return to normal, which took several minutes.
Without moving she whispered, “You really are good at that!”
“I aim to please” was my reply.
We laid there for quite a while longer.
Finally she propped her head up on her hand and looking down at me with that dazzling smile and twinkle in her eyes and said, “Well, I guess it’s time to decide about our day!”
It took a while before I realized I was holding my breath.
To be continued
Thanks again to those of you would cared enough to ask for more. Please anyone who reads this take a minute to give feedback.
Regards,
Peter
This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and
cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent.
But please email the author at {ErStyFdbck@netscape.net} to request
such consent.
Meeting Jamie - Part 7
She continued dragging a finger up and down my cock very slowly, without saying anything further. She yawned once or twice and laid her head down on the bed. She still kept stroking me with that one finger and said nothing. Another yawn.
Finally she spoke. My heart was pounding. This was to be the decision. My cock was throbbing. My balls truly ached. I hadn’t had a real set of blues balls like this since I was a teenager, possibly not even then. Jamie had accomplished something, I now beyond doubt understood the difference between when you want to cum and when a woman makes you genuinely NEED to cum! And I damn sure needed to cum.
“Peter, I’ve had a fantastic time so far tonight. I really like you and enjoy being with you. Dinner was great! You have a persona, not to mention a cock, that just begs to be teased! You’ve made me cum so hard so many times! I honestly think you’ve made me cum harder than I ever have in my life. I think that’s the problem!” then she paused.
OH God! I thought. This sounds bad. Problem, what problem.
“Problem!?” I croaked “Wha . . “
Jamie cut me off, “Shhh” she said softly, “Let me finish.”
“You made me cum so many times and so hard that I’m exhausted. That and teasing you has been so hot that I just can’t think. I don’t want this to end, but I’m too tired to do anything about it or even decide whether or not to make you cum!”
I just groaned, I couldn’t help it. I was sure I was about to plunge into total despair.
“I’m still not done, just hold on a sec. Peter, I’ve pushed you further, way further than I ever have any guy. I’m surprised you could take it frankly, and I don’t want it to end, but I’m going to conk out any second. So here is what I think. If you want, I’ll untie you and you can go, but what I really want is for you to spend the night with me, Please!”
“Wha, I, but, how” I sputtered for several seconds.
Jamie went on as though I hadn’t even made a sound, “If you do, then I’ll be able to decide in the morning if I’m going to let you cum. You’ve been so wonderful you really deserve to, but I won’t know for sure until morning. So, please stay, Please! What do you say?”
I was in complete shock. I had no idea what to do or say. I have no idea how long it took, but I finally realized that I could either leave now, being the most sexually frustrated I had ever been (or could even imagine being) or spend the night which assuredly would result in being even more frustrated in the morning, but may or may not result in my being allowed to cum. More frustrated! How the Hell could I survive that? On the other hand, how could I possibly leave now? My mind simply yawed back and forth like watching a tennis match. I could not think. I don’t have any idea how long this lasted. Finally.
“Please?” she asked again.
Then I heard a very raspy voice speak softly. It said, “Okay, I’ll stay.”
Jamie squealed delightedly. She jumped on top of me and kissed me very deep and hard, for quite a while. It was very, very sexy.
“I’m so glad you decided to stay” she breathed heavily, then kissed me again.
Who had said I was staying? Had I decided yet? For the first time ever I fully understood the expression ‘brain dead’. I guess I was staying.
Jamie didn’t say another word. She pulled a light blanket over us and with me still bound she lay her head on my chest. She was draped over my right side. One breast was pressing into my side the other my chest. Her right leg was draped over mine, so that her thigh was resting right against my nuts. She had cupped my balls in her right hand and her wrist lay over the length of my cock.
I felt her take a deep breath and almost instantly as she let it out she was asleep. She was so tired that in the transition between being awake and asleep her muscles gave a slight involuntary twitch. When her right arm and hand did that I thought I’d scream. In moments she was in a deep, sound sleep.
It took quite a while before my pulse and breathing returned to near normal. My cock was still rock hard and balls truthfully ached. My mind was in a complete flurry, I could not sort out my thoughts.
It had been less than eight hours ago that I walked into the bar where I met Jamie. I would never have believed one could have so many mind boggling experiences in such a short time. Hell, before that day, I wouldn’t have believed you could in an entire lifetime.
Just watching her lay there was a tease. Feeling her breasts press against me was a tease. Looking at the curve of her ass and feeling her thigh against my leg and balls was a tease. And certainly feeling her fingers cupping my sack and her arm laying on top of my cock was a tease.
I tried to calm down, but my mind would not be diverted for even a second from the incredible need to cum she had instilled in me. Finally after a very long time my cock started to soften and my eyes were feeling heavy. I’m sure it was an adrenaline crash, after all, what Jamie had put me through had my entire body on a natural kind of speed for hours, now with a break in the stimuli everything was crashing down.
Just as I felt myself start to nod off I felt her hand start to move. I instantly looked at her face and listened. She was clearly sound asleep, her eyes moving in the typical REM fashion and her breathing slow and steady. But she was still jacking my cock. Damn it! This was a whole different way of looking at being ‘such a natural she could do it in her sleep’! She was sound asleep and she was teasing my cock anyway.
It was only moments before I was fully hard again. It didn’t last long, not did I get anywhere near close to cumming, but it certainly had me wide awake once again. I don’t know how long this kept up, but it seemed as if every time I was about to fall asleep it happened again. I kept observing her closely, almost convinced she was doing it on purpose, but every time I was positive she was still asleep.
It was a kind of cycling that I’d never dreamed of, and in its own way every bit as frustrating as any of the others she’d put me through. I considered waking her up, but thought the consequences of that might be even worse, besides, I certainly didn’t want to lose any points of good grace.
Finally, after I don’t know how long, my own exhaustion won out and I went out cold.
I slowly woke from such a deep sleep that it took quite a while to make the transition from asleep to awake. At first I had no idea where I was, but when I tried to move and couldn’t it quickly came back to me. But the first sensation I had was something very moist was over my cockhead. My brain finally cleared. Jamie was gently sucking on the end of my cock. My stirring made her realize I was awake.
She paused just long enough to get out “I wondered how long it was going to take to wake you up.” She was giggling. The middle of the night and she was still giggling. She kept sucking the end of my cock very gently. It was fully erect even before I was awake.
With what had become my standing intelligent language skills I croaked, “What, huh, what’s . . .?”
This elicited a laugh, which sent tremors through my cock. She stopped sucking, but kept tickling my balls and her other hand, finger tip really, was tracing patterns on my bloated glans.
“You were snoring and it woke me up. Since I couldn’t roll you over, I thought I’d try this. And it worked, you aren’t snoring anymore!” More giggles.
I don’t usually snore, but sometimes if I’m really exhausted I do. Well, duh, exhausted?
She went back to using her mouth, but instead of sucking now she was licking my cock like it was a lollipop, no more like an ice cream cone. It was starting to drive me wild yet again. It was so slow and light that it wasn’t really pushing me that close, yet.
“Jamie, I’m sorry I woke you, really, but have a heart, you’re driving me insane again. Please!” I stammered, trying to get her to ease up. Yeah right!
She stopped with her mouth again and went back to just fingers, “Oh it’s okay. It gives me and excuse to do this and I love to do this! I think you’ll stop complaining in a few minutes.” Even more giggles. This girl giggles almost non stop, at least when she’s doing her favorite thing in the world.
She soon had me moaning. She would lick, then suck just the head, then use just her fingers. She was constantly changing the stimulation and it was having the desired effect.
“Oh God Jamie, please. PLEASE!” I was again reduced to begging and moaning incoherently in alternating breaths.
I kept begging, “Jamie, more, please more. Harder!”
After what seemed and eternity of this incredible frustration that would never get me off, she said, “Okay, okay, here you go!”
And with that she shifted around, wrapped her lips firmly over the head of my cock and slowly slid her lips all the way down my shaft. Then, without pausing, all the way back up until her lips were just kissing the very tip. She kept doing this, slowly, but firmly and without stopping. Each stroke she increased the speed just the tiniest amount. Damn, it felt so good I couldn’t believe it. It wouldn’t take much of these before I would cum. She wasn’t teasing, she was now giving me a world class blow job that could only result in one thing. I couldn’t believe it, finally she was going to make me cum.
I started to thrust my hips, I couldn’t help it. She didn’t resist or try to stop me, she just sucked in rhythm with my strokes. I was there, I felt my balls start to tighten.
And so did she. POP! To me it sounded like a cannon going off, as her lips smacked together leaving my cock. She instantly removed her hands and simply starred at my cock as it spasmed and twitched and throbbed. But I didn’t cum. My balls were tight as could be, a small amount of cum even oozed out the end, but I didn’t cum. Of all the edgings I’d experienced at her hands (and mouth) that one was the closest yet. And the absolutely, most frustrating one.
I screamed, “NOOOOO!!”
“Quiet, for God sake! They’ll send the police!” she said very firmly.
I could tell by the way she’d said it she was seriously concerned about how loud I’d been, especially given it was the middle of the night. I couldn’t have helped it though. It was completely involuntary. I quieted down, but otherwise ignored what she was saying.
“No, Jamie, please, don’t leave me like this. You have to let me cum, please!” my cock was still twitching from the maddening way in which she had just pushed me right to the edge just to snatch away my pleasure at the absolute last instant.
“We’ll see about you cumming in the morning. For now lets just hope that stops you from snoring!” Still giggling, she again wrapped herself around me as before and was almost immediately fast asleep.
As you can well imagine, it certainly kept me from snoring for a protracted time, since even I don’t snore when wide awake. After another long stretch of throbbing and aching, I descended into a deep sleep. I don’t know if I snored again or not, if so either it didn’t wake Jamie, or she ignored it. In any case I slept through until morning.
As I finally woke to daylight coming through the drapes, it was much like the middle of the night, I was disoriented and confused at first, then slowly it came back to me, until I was fully cognizant of where I was. And fully aware that Jamie was kneeling between my spread thighs, slowly stroking my fully erect cock with some of that ultra slippery lube of hers.
As soon as she could tell I was fully awake she said, “Morning sleepy head. Nothing like starting the day with a handjob, is there?” More laughter.
After a loud groan, “Jamie, this is too much!”
“Shhh, you don’t want me in a bad mood this morning, now do you?” she asked trying to sound serious but failing. She kept stroking. Slow, semi-firm strokes.
If there was even a hint of question left, it was now answered. This girl NEVER tried of teasing and frustrating a man’s cock. I was beginning to believe she could do it non-stop for days. I was beginning to be afraid she would.
As maddening as the brinkings she’d performed the evening before had been, fully rested and applying all her skill, not to mention my condition, this was the absolutely most frustrating thing I’ve ever experienced.
She was using plenty of lube to minimize the friction, plus she was using a rather loose grip and a very slow, but steady non-stop stroke pace. Naturally it didn’t take long before I was quickly headed up the slope. As I got closer, she would reduce the pace and ease her grip just the slightest bit more. This kept me moving toward cumming, but at a decreasing speed. As bloated as my balls and cock were, I wouldn’t have thought she could stimulate me without pausing for any length of time without making me cum. I was wrong. This girl is an expert beyond belief, or even adequate description.
When she finally got to the point that she had to stop the steady stroking, she switched to a rotation of thumbing my most sensitive spot at the very underside right next to the head, using her fingertips to gently rub around the glans itself, and an occasional single stroke. She did it in no pattern whatsoever. My cock would regularly twitch and spasm and my balls were sort of jerking up and down, but I couldn’t quite get over the edge. She was able to do this so expertly that she could go on for a few minutes after the stroking, even in my condition.
By the end of the first cycle I was moaning, and thrashing about and begging constantly and damn near sobbing. It served only to turn her on all the more, I could see it in her eyes.
Yes, I said first cycle, when she finally had to stop completely she spoke, “Oh God Peter, that was so hot. You were SOO close to cumming and for so long. It’s making me wet to do this. Peter, you are the perfect specimen.
I did feel a bit like a laboratory rat!
She waited until my cock has substantially softened, talking all the while about how much it was turning her on, and how badly I must need to cum by now, and swollen my balls and purple my cock looked during it all.
When my cock was nearly soft, she started again, going through exactly the same routine. By the third cycle I seriously wondered if I was going to loose my mind. By the end of the fourth, I couldn’t speak. At the end of the fifth I knew I really could not take any more. I figured is she didn’t stop then that I’d have a heart attack or a stroke or something. I probably would have. I honestly think Jamie was worried that might be the case too.
She laid down next to me and just held me gently for a few minutes, then got up and went into the bath. She returned almost immediately with a damp cloth and wiped my face.
“Peter, that was amazing. I have to admit I’ve never done anything quite like it before. It’s made me extraordinarily horny. So, I’m going to untie you now. You were right last night. While I loved your tongue both when you were tied and when you weren’t, it’s better when you aren’t.” And with that she began to undo me.
Once loose, I could barely move and it took a minute of bending and stretching to get back control of my limbs.
“Water” she asked gently.
I nodded my head. It was all I could do. When she returned she handed me the glass, I drank it slowly.
She just sat there smiling and waiting. Finally I spoke, “Lie back.”
She did as her smile widened.
I started slow, but not too slow. For one thing, I wanted to release her pent up sexual energy before it killed me! Soon I was using my tongue as a wide flat tool stimulating her clit. She was already moaning and starting to hump my face. I gently, but firmly held her thighs to maintain control. As she got more excited I started to suck on her now erect nub and flick it with the tip of my tongue. That was all it took, she started to cum hard. I eased up but didn’t stop. She would end one orgasm and almost immediately start another of a long series. I don’t know how many she actually had, as they more and more ran into each other and became almost one very long orgasm. I do know it last a least a few minutes. When I could tell she was getting too sensitive I ignored her clit momentarily and stuck my tongue as deep inside her as I could, then began to slide it in and out. As soon as I thought she could stand it I went back to licking her clit. It wasn’t long before she was cumming again, and hard.
I alternated between tongue fucking her while she recovered and pleasuring her clit once she did, through two more orgasms before she finally yelled, “Too much, I <gasp> can’t <gasp> take <gasp> any <gasp> more!”
Remembering my objective, I stopped. I crawled up on the bed next to her and we just held each other in silence while our pulse and respiration return to normal, which took several minutes.
Without moving she whispered, “You really are good at that!”
“I aim to please” was my reply.
We laid there for quite a while longer.
Finally she propped her head up on her hand and looking down at me with that dazzling smile and twinkle in her eyes and said, “Well, I guess it’s time to decide about our day!”
It took a while before I realized I was holding my breath.
To be continued