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read such material, then please go and find something else to do.
You may legally be able to smoke (and in the long term that really
will seriously damage your health), get married and even die for
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Prologue
This is Bella's response to my story, "Bella's Persuasion",
originally posted to ASSM in 2000, and reposted recently. You might
prefer to read "Bella's Persuasion" first, but "Persuading PeeJ" can
be read as a stand-alone story.
A week or two ago in an alcohol-induced fit of bravura, I showed the
original story to Bella, the girl featured in the "Bella" story.
When I told her that I had posted it to an erotic story newsgroup
she went apoplectic and I thought I had totally blown our
friendship. When she eventually calmed down a bit I tried to
explain. I pointed out that I hadn't used her real name so there
was no way she could be identified.
In due course she saw the funny side of it and was quite intrigued
that what had happened would have been read by people all over the
world. I think she must have something of latent exhibitionism in
her, perhaps not all that latent, come to think of it.
She then said that she was going to write her own version of what
occurred and that I was to agree to post it on the same newsgroup
for her, and that I was not to alter it in any way. I wasn't
entirely happy with this arrangement, but she had something of a
steely glint in her eye which finally made me agree, albeit
reluctantly. This is her version. (Actually I did correct a couple
typos).
(FM, mast, voy, oral)
Persuading PeeJ
By "Bella"
Copyright 2003 Bella and Pee J
Posted by Pee J
It all started when I was nineteen and got a new job and went to
work for this company, but that was five years ago, and I've changed
quite a bit since then.
Pee J was my boss and I ended up working for him for several years.
In the end I felt that I was not likely to progress in the position
I held so finally I got off my bottom and found myself another and
much better job.
I was always rather fond of Pee J and although we had our
disagreements, we actually got on rather well in spite of, or maybe
because of, the difference in our ages, he being a heap older than
me.
He helped me out a couple of times with personal difficulties and he
always seemed to be prepared to do things for me, even outside work.
I also soon caught him looking at me a few times and I eventually
realised he probably fancied me a bit.
I've got quite a decent figure and I like think that I have
particularly nice boobs, a good shape and size. I am really proud
of them, though I've never been one to show them off as I really
don't care for men ogling, so usually I wear rather loose fitting
tops and sweaters. Only rarely do I show any cleavage, maybe away
from work to tempt a boyfriend (or his friends) sometimes.
I have to say, however, that in spite of being mostly so discreet in
the office, sometimes I would arch my back and stretch if I thought
Pee J was looking, because I was sure it turned him on. I think I
must have something of a teasing nature in me.
He never realised that I knew he was looking, but for me that only
added a bit of spice. I didn't do it all that often but just enough
to keep him interested. I sort of liked him leching at me - as long
as he wasn't too obvious. Over the course of time I also realised
that I could easily twist him round my little finger, at least for
minor things. Persuading him to fetch me a cup of coffee was never
a problem!
For most of my time while at the firm I had a long-term boyfriend
and although it wasn't entirely satisfactory it served its purpose.
Whether it was because of this or because of the age difference, or
the problems of office relationships, I don't know, but Pee J never
hit on me. He might have looked but he never touched. Occasionally
part of me wished he would, just once.
After I left the firm we stayed in touch. He was divorced and
didn't seem to have a permanent girlfriend around, and by this time
my own boyfriend had definitely become an ex-boyfriend. In fact,
the boyfriend becoming an ex, happened whilst I was still working
for Pee J.
My boyfriend of the time, had a rundown cottage in Spain which he
was doing up and I'd gone out there for a couple of weeks holiday.
I think I must have mentioned how Pee J had done a couple of things
for me, anyway, Tony, my boyfriend, put two and two together and
made five. He thought we must be having an affair. The old green
eye was really glowing. Once I realised, I made sure I didn't
mention Pee J again, but it was too late, and it became clear it had
affected not only my stay there but also my whole relationship with
Tony.
Shortly after returning to work I was called into the office of the
Human Resources' manager. He asked if it was true that Pee J had
been sexually harassing me. I was stunned. Not only was it untrue
but I could not imagine how such an idea had arisen. He then told
me that he had received a phone call from my "fiancé" saying that I
had complained to him that Pee J was coming on to me.
I was furious and told the HR manager that firstly, I had no fiancé
and secondly, no, Pee J was not harassing me sexually or in any
other way. That was the final straw giving a not-so-reluctant big E
to that creep of a boyfriend!
It was only a few weeks after that I found myself another job with
more responsibility and more money. It also meant that Pee J was no
longer my boss and so it put us on a much more equal footing.
At the time I never mentioned my interview with HR to Pee J, nor
that I had split from by boyfriend, but a few days later we went out
for a drink. Almost casually he said, "Bella, you didn't enjoy your
holiday much, did you?"
I was quite taken aback that I had made it that obvious. No one
else had said anything.
"What happened? Did you and Tony have a row?"
I didn't answer for quite awhile, trying to decide what I should
say. I didn't want him to be upset by the accusation, nor did I
want him to think it was an invitation for him to come onto me. I
decided to come clean on the former and risk the latter.
When I told him about HR questioning me about him sexually harassing
me, he stared at me bog-eyed and turned puce. I think he must have
immediately grasped the implications for him if I'd said it was
true. Supposing I had wanted to get back at him for something and
said it was true, he'd have lost his job and, without references,
probably would have had problems finding another.
I placated him and looked him in the eye and I could see him visibly
melt. He's such a puppy dog. I decided that next time we went out
I would wear a tighter shirt and maybe leave an extra button undone.
I felt I owed him that at least, and anyway, by that time, I had
made up my mind to leave. In the meantime if he did make a pass I
would deal with it in my own way, definitely not through HR.
Anyway, I was pretty sure he wouldn't - after what had happened he
would be most unlikely to risk his job, especially as I had told him
I was looking for another one.
Shortly after that I had a new job, money in my pocket, went out
with a few guys, nothing long lasting and continued to see Pee J
from time to time. I enjoyed those evenings out. He always looked
after me, and very rarely let me pay for dinner!
I'd developed this habit of playing the innocent with him. In part
it was true, but I think I laid it on a bit thick. I wasn't as
inexperienced as I made out. I liked to ask him about all aspects
of sex, partly because he was the one guy I could say just about
anything to, and partly as I knew it turned him on.
One time in a restaurant I asked him to describe exactly what he
liked when being given a blow job, how should a girl go about it,
where were the most sensitive parts, what gave him the biggest
thrill and so on.
Another time we were in a restaurant with occupied tables close
around us, I asked him about anal sex and made him tell me
everything about it. About using lubricants, taking it slowly,
making the girl relax, cleanliness after and so on.
I am sure our neighbours must have heard what we were saying. I
think both of us knew it and found it exhilarating, I know I did. I
wonder what they thought of the relationship, me in my early
twenties, him more than twice my age openly talking about anal sex.
At first I'd thought he was going to refuse to tell me, but I put on
my best soulful face and I could actually see him weaken. He is so
easy - I knew I had him in the palm of my hand, and not just for
this occasion either!
All this, in part, was my curiosity. Pee J was the only guy I could
really discuss such intimate aspects of sex with, and I also enjoyed
the flirtatious part of it. I knew how much he liked and fancied me
and I was pretty sure he would never do anything objectionable.
When we were finished and the waiter paid, I told him I wanted to
leave straight away and stood up. I wanted to check out if I was
right that he was turned on. As soon as he stood up I sneaked a
look at his crotch and sure enough there was that telltale bulge and
it was so obvious. I gave him a big smile, but I don't think he
realised it was because I had seen he'd got a hard-on!
Over the next few months we saw each other every few weeks, and I
would tell him in quite a lot of detail about my escapades with
whatever guy I was seeing at that time. One way or another they all
turned out rather second-raters, so as far as I was concerned it was
hardly a betrayal. Anyway it wasn't much more than I might have
said to my girlfriends. A bit perhaps, but not much.
I found that now I was away from the office I was looking at Pee J
in a mildly different light. I didn't want him as my boyfriend or
anything, but I did like the idea of testing his experience. I had
learnt quite a lot from him and I was eager to learn more if I
could. By then I had discovered that there was both love and lust
and if the first wasn't available then the second certainly was!
Then one day he mentioned that some Spanish dancers were appearing
at a theatre local to where he lived, about twenty-five miles from
where I did. It was scheduled for a Friday night and he suggested
that if I would like to, I could stay over at his place, then we
could have a few drinks and not worry about driving. I knew that he
meant for me to stay in the guest bedroom. I deemed it very
unlikely that he would try anything, he had not done so before on
the previous occasion when I stayed over.
It began to occur to me that this could be a great opportunity to
test his resolve if I gave him an opening, tease him a bit. How
would he react? Would he then be able to resist me if I asked him
to do something outrageous? I always liked pushing him, getting him
to do things for me, and this seemed the ideal opportunity.
Flashing my eyes, let alone my tits, was all it ever took.
Friday arrived and when I got to Pee J's place I put my overnight
bag into the guest room and tidied myself. I know Pee J doesn't
care for much in the way of makeup, but he seems to like a little
when we go out in the evening. So I took particular care, a touch
of bright lipstick, green eye shadow, and even some mascara. Knock
him dead tonight, kid, I thought! You never know!
I felt quite wicked when I had on my war paint and thought about my
little plan for him later. When I appeared out of the bathroom he
seemed to like what he saw, for he raised his eyes approvingly.
Step one successful! Now for step two.
We had a nice meal with a couple of glasses of wine each, then we
went on to the theatre and we each managed to sneak a glass of wine
into the auditorium. It is allowed, but not with glass glasses,
they have to be plastic, which he hates, but we picked our moment
and slipped through when the guy collecting tickets had a rush on.
The Spanish dancing was great. They have so much energy, it is so
vibrant and colourful - a super show. Afterwards we had a quick
drink in the pub opposite the theatre and then strolled back to Pee
J's place - he lives only a couple of hundred yards away. His place
is a conversion of part of what was once the outhouses of an old
inn. It's quite cute and all on one floor, raised up. It's not
over large but it is comfortable. I always feel relaxed there.
One thing about Pee J is that he always has plenty of booze, but
tonight we didn't go for the hard stuff we settled for some strong
German lager. I'd had quite a bit to drink so I slowed down but Pee
J didn't seem to. That suited me fine as I knew it would deaden his
inhibitions.
My plan was to ask him about his masturbation habits.
It was partly a tease on my part, but I also wanted to push him.
See if at his age he would be willing to talk to me about it. I
doubted very much if it was a usual subject of conversation among
his contemporaries. And, I have to admit, I was also being a bit
devious.
What I wanted was to get him to admit to me that he did it, but I
also wanted to know how often. I always want to know all the
details. I sort of bet myself that he probably sometimes fantasised
about me when he did it. I don't think many guys of his age like
admitting to their partners, wives, or other female friends they do
it, let alone young, ex-office colleagues, but I reckoned I could
get Pee J to tell me. And I knew me asking and him telling would be
sure to get him turned on. I also knew that if he was in anyway
forthcoming (sorry, slip of the tongue)that not only would it wind
up his libido, it would probably get me hot too.
I steered the conversation onto the subject of sexual frustration,
and so it was easy to lead it in the direction I wanted.
"Well for you men there is always masturbation." Maybe he didn't
know that many women do it just as much. He sort of grunted.
"Well, all men do it, don't they."
He only really muttered a reply, "Yeah, I expect so," which was a
bit strange for him. I guessed I had hit a bit of a raw nerve.
Maybe he was even embarrassed, though he had never seemed to be
before. Ha! Perhaps because we weren't in a public place. Perhaps
he thought it might get personal. That's what I wanted it to be:
personal.
Then I went for the jugular: "Do you do it?" A bit to my surprise
he quickly answered that he did. Not that I ever had any doubts.
"How often?" That took him aback!
He paused for a moment or two. He said it varied, several times a
week, sometimes two or even three times a night! Not bad for an
oldie like him!
When I asked he told me he mainly did it on or in his bed. I
wondered if I could sneak a peek at his sheets and see if they were
stained. But then if things worked out the way I wanted, I wouldn't
need to.
I think the conversation had got him a bit flustered because he went
off to get another couple of drinks.
This gave me a moment or two to decide on the next round.
When he came back and got settled on the sofa next to me, I half
snuggled up to him and pressed a boob into his arm, licked my lips,
and said in my most innocent way:
"Pee J, if I asked you, would you do something for me?"
Predictably he replied that he probably would if he could, but I
think he was a bit suspicious. So, undaunted, I pressed a bit
closer to him.
"Pee J, would you let me watch you wank yourself off?"
You should have seen his face! His jaw practically bounced off the
carpet. He just kept looking at me; he really had no idea where I
had been leading him. In fact, for once, he was speechless.
To give him encouragement, this time I nestled into him, virtually
grinding my tit into his arm. I intended to make sure he was going
to agree. More than that, I intended to make it impossible for him
to refuse.
I could feel my heart beat faster and I was not only getting hotter
between my thighs, I knew I was getting wet. I've heard that some
girls can be dry down there, I am just the opposite.
I had, on some occasion, asked him, other than the obvious, where
were his most erogenous zones, and he'd answered that his neck,
shoulders and back were. Taking advantage of this innocently given
information, I buried my face into his neck and gave him a gentle
love bite, not enough to leave a hickey but enough to cause him to
moan slightly.
Half turned as I was, I needed to rest my hand somewhere and the
most convenient place was on his knee, well, thigh really. The heel
of my palm was on the top but of course my fingers were on the
inside. I actually felt a shudder as I touched him. Oh boy, I knew
I was almost there. There would be no turning back now. One thing
more and I knew I would have him prepared to lick my boots if I
wanted.
I moved my fingers in little circles just a bit higher on his thigh.
He made the sound of a quick intake of breath. It was time to make
him commit.
"Please, Pee J, you will, won't you?"
I knew I didn't really have to ask but once he'd agreed, he'd not be
able to back out, but I still wanted something more. I'd watched my
ex-boyfriend, Tony, play with himself but never properly jerk off.
That was what I wanted from Pee J. All I had to do was to get him
to say yes. If I could get him to agree, the rest would be easy -
with a little encouragement from me, of course!
"You'll go all the way, won't you? I want to see you cum."
I watched his eyes glaze over and he nodded. I couldn't wait to see
him first stroking, then pumping and then at last squirting!
Taking him by the hand I pulled him to his feet and led him towards
his bedroom. I remember saying to him that he'd be comfortable in
his bedroom. I couldn't wait to see him stain those sheets!
He had a bulge in the top of his jeans so I guessed his cock must be
pointing upwards. I got him standing with his back to the bed and
quickly undid his belt and popped the button. Then, taking the
puller on the zip in my fingers, I began to pull it down. Of
course, it was impossible to entirely avoid that bump in the top of
his jeans. My fingers brushed that hard lump that I knew to be the
head of his cock. Another moan. It was the first time I had ever
touched him there and it felt so very good.
Having pulled the zipper down I slipped the jeans over his bum until
they were piled round his feet. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and
slipped it off his arms and shoulders. He was passively letting me
do whatever I liked to him.
So there he now was standing in front of me in just his jockeys. The
bulge was very obvious and the outline of his cock showed that it
was almost peeping out from under the waistband.
One little push and he fell backwards onto the bed with his legs
hanging over the side.
I waited expectantly to see if he would need any more persuasion.
He didn't. He put the flat of his hand over the bulge and pressed
it down and then began rotating it. God, he wasn't the only one who
was hot. If I hadn't been wearing any panties I would have been
dripping.
By now I was getting seriously impatient; I was desperate to see it,
see his cock and to watch him wank. I really do love that word.
Wank! It sounds so good! Wank! Wank!
"Get it out and let me see it then," I think I must have almost
yelled at him. If he didn't hurry I wasn't sure what I would do to
him, but the idea was for me to watch, only to watch. Nothing more.
He was so slow getting his jockeys off it was almost inciting me to
rip them off him. But it only took a second for his cock to start
to appear. First the head, the tip vivid purple, partly sheathed by
foreskin. So he wasn't a Roundhead, he wasn't circumcised! Good.
I knew from past experience that guys not circumcised seemed to be
more sensitive around the head of their cocks, probably because most
of the time it's covered up with the foreskin.
Finally it sprang free bobbing and jerking as he got out of his
jockeys. His cock stood up almost vertical. This guy was most
definitely hard and I had barely touched him at all. I was feeling
so pleased with myself that I had been able to influence him so
easily and so completely.
His hand went to his cock and I expected to see him grasp it round
the shaft and start pumping. I knew he was much too far gone to
stop now. Instead, using just his first two fingers and his thumb,
he seemed to be concentrating stretching the foreskin upwards not
pumping much at all. He'd stretch it up and cover the whole of the
knob then pull it back so that about half was visible. As he kept
this up he began to pull further and further back so more of the
head became visible. It was exactly what I was hoping to see - and
it was right in front of my eyes.
I watched fascinated until the little slit-hole in the top pearled
with a drop of precum, which, on the next stroke, distributed itself
over the whole of the visible part of the head. I wondered how
intense the sensations he was feeling were. I became aware my own
were beginning to get out of control. I knew that whatever
happened, no matter how horny I became, I mustn't lose control.
This was, after all, just a watching brief. That's all, just to
watch. Nothing more.
His hand movement were gathering momentum and now the whole of the
head was exposed. His hips began to thrust and for a second I
caught his eye, then his eyes seem to almost close. In a hoarse
whisper I urged him on.
I knew he was not far away. "Go on, go on, come for me, let me see
you come" I implored.
It was maddeningly erotic for me to just watch and I finally
succumbed to my own lust, suddenly totally overpowering and
irresistible.
I just couldn't hold out any longer and undoing my jeans I plunged
my hand inside my panties to the sodden crotch. I wear my jeans
tight and it was almost impossible to get my fingers further inside
me than first-knuckle-deep in spite of all the lubrication. I
desperately wanted to feel something inside me. Instead, I
tentatively touched my clit - sending bolts of electric shocks
charging through me.
As I watched him he looked at me and saw what I was doing. The look
on his face was one of amazement. Even at this stage I don't think
he had any idea he might see me like this. But then I a few minutes
ago, I wouldn't have thought so either. As my fingers danced on my
love button, I think the sight was the final trigger for him as
almost at once he let out a guttural cry and from his cock thick
white streams of cum spurted upwards and blobbed over his stomach
and chest.
If watching me proved too much for him, so it was the same for me
watching him. His climax immediately precipitated my own.
Emanating from that miniature bunch of nerve ends it cascaded
throughout my whole body, mind and soul, engulfing me totally.
Believe me, it was one of my best ever.
I started to return to what passes for consciousness and looked over
to Pee J. His breathing was becoming less erratic.
His cum was so gooey it just stayed pretty well where it was on his
heaving chest, hardly dribbling down at all. His hand continued
pumping slowly for a while with cum oozing all over his fingers.
"That was fantastic," I told him.
By now I'd removed my hand from my panties and looking at their
silky wetness, a wicked idea came into my mind. I leant towards
him. Somehow Pee J seemed to know what I was thinking and taking my
hand steered my glistening fingers to his lips where sucked them
like there was no tomorrow. He was so avid in his sucking and
licking I wondered if he had ever done that to another guy's cock. I
don't know if it was turning him on again - it certainly was me. I
loved it, and going along with the game-play, gently began pumping
my fingers in and out of his mouth.
First my eyes locked with his and I could tell that if I ever had a
guy hooked, I definitely had Pee J. He'd become half soft but as I
glanced down at his cock, I could actually see it now start to rise
again.
A wave of power swept over me, amazed that I could induce such a
response in a guy so much older and I suppose, more experienced than
me. At that moment I knew I could do anything I liked with him.
What's more, I had no intention of passing up my chance.
Removing my fingers and still standing by the bed I began undoing
the buttons of my blouse. I was determined to milk the situation
and undid them one at a time. I was going to make this a real tease
as I knew for years he'd be gagging to see my tits, bra or no bra.
As for taunting him, I'd once told him I'd had a picture taken of me
topless on a beach, and he'd desperately tried to persuade me to
show him, but I never would.
When I had all the buttons undone I pulled the remainder of the
blouse out of my jeans only allowing him to see a limited amount of
cleavage. Then, when I deemed I had wound him up enough, I slid my
shoulders back allowing the blouse front to open fully and let it
slip off behind me onto the floor.
His eyes were riveted to my tits, his eyes practically popping out.
When he unconsciously licked his lips I knew he wasn't disappointed.
I had worn my prettiest bra, sheer white, half cup with lace trim.
They were also slightly translucent, but, in any case, my nipples
were so hard that they produced noticeable bumps in both cups. I
wagered myself that for Pee J this was Christmas, New Year and
birthday all rolled into one. God, I was enjoying this attention.
I know I should have left it at that, but somehow I couldn't stop
myself. I unhooked the bra at the back and slid the straps slowly
down my arms. Pee J's eyes were practically out on stalks. He was
hardly the first guy to see my boobs but I'd never seen anyone so
fixated by them before. If he was like this just looking at them,
what would he be like if I let him touch them?
This was getting out of hand. Sure, I had intended to get him to
wank for me if I could, but that was supposed to be all. I'd never
intended to let him see me doing it too. Now here I was without a
bra, the flies of my jeans open, and thinking of letting him feel my
boobs. Just thinking about it, that's all. I had no intention of
letting him actually touch them, did I. Did I?
The very idea produced a distinct throb in my pussy. Yes, actually,
at this precise moment, I would very much like him to feel my tits,
roll my dark nipples in his fingers, squeeze them, maybe give them a
twist and then . . . and then kiss and suck them. The throbs in my
pussy were becoming more frequent. I knew I would never be able to
ignore them, they had become too urgent, overpowering.
There was a look of sheer bliss on Pee J's face. I don't think I
will ever forget that expression. Pure joy. How could anyone be so
enamoured with a bit of someone else's body, I thought. Then, I
thought of and looked again at his cock. Then I mused, well, yes,
perhaps. It was fully hard again and slightly throbbing, you could
see the blood (and sense the desire) pumping through it. The
personification of sex.
I was feeling very pleased with myself and I permitted myself a
slight smile, and in spite of his preoccupation with my tits, he
lifted his gaze and looked at me.
Having got this far I decided that a bit more fun would not be out
of order. Just a little more to see if I could wind him up just
that fraction more. Just a bit more, then I'd back off again. I
was absolutely not going to give into my lusts.
I remembered something I had seen in a porno and forgot my resolve.
I took hold of his cock and squeezed out the remainder of the cum.
There was more than I expected. Great! Enough for both my nipples.
I coated each of them liberally.
Then, I leaned over him until a breast was just above his mouth.
"Do you want a taste?" I asked in my most disarming voice.
Shit! Was he eager! He did the lot, sucked, nipped, pulled,
squeezed and lots of prolonged suckling - heavenly! Then his other
hand started fondling my other tit. It was when he got to the
nipple that I knew I my control was beginning to slip. It was so
lewd to think he was sucking up his cum on my teat.
It was somewhere around this point that I knew I had got to the
point of no return. It had definitely gone too far for me to stop
there. The drink and the moment had fractured my inhibitions and I
still wanted more. I loosened my jeans and somehow got them to my
hips and then over my bottom and finally kicked them off.
Pee J was staring intently at my thong-covered crotch. It didn't
cover much and was partially see-through anyway, and by the way he
was looking, my guess was that my juices had made the crotch wet and
by now was probably more or less transparent. Good. All the more
to tempt him. He'd just come, but he'd said that he could even do
it three times in a night, so now was the time for him to prove he
could do it at least twice on the trot.
I looked at his cock. He looked at my crotch and then sure enough I
saw the partially flaccid thing twitch slightly. Then a truly
beautiful sight, I was watching his cock swell and harden and begin
to rise up. I was doing this to him and I wasn't even touching him.
He really must have it bad for me. Now things had gone so far, I
had no intention of missing my opportunity. It looked irresistibly
inviting.
I gave him my other boob to suck and I'd never seen such lust in
anyone's eyes. Boy, was I enjoying this.
I straddled him, knees on either side of his chest. Of course my
legs were spread and his eyes hardly diverted from the junction
where they both met. I knew he must be able to see my pussy lips
through the wet material. At the same time I could feel his cock,
hard as a rock now, pressing against my bottom.
I raised myself off my heels and moving forward slightly took hold
of the headboard. I knew that my crotch was just above his face and
I was equally sure that he must be breathing in the smell of my sex.
Then, wow, a bolt shot through me. I looked down and he was
nuzzling the gusset of my thong. I think it was mostly his nose he
was using - he sure must have a lungful of my scent. Then something
else, he was using his tongue on me, running it up and down my lips
and trying to force his way right into my slit. All that was
preventing him from actually penetrating me with his tongue was the
micromesh of the thong material.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted that tongue up me and to feel it
directly on that little button that was throbbing with raging
desire. I no longer cared about anything else, I had to have that
tongue on my clit and up inside me.
Now I also wanted him to see my pussy, to see my cunt. First I
wanted him to see, then to taste, then to eat my cunt out. I wanted
my cunt eaten instantly. My cunt was all that mattered. Only this
would bring me the imperative relief I desperately craved, but I
knew it would also drive him wild too, and not just for now. I knew
I had him just as hooked as though he had been snorting coke. I was
not only overwhelmed by the sex, but also for the power that I knew
I now had over him. It was wonderful. I was light-headed with what
I realised was true girl-power!
I stood up on the bed, feet on either side of his chest, legs
parted, knowing he must be able to see my pussy through my wet
panties.
Still holding on to the headboard I lifted a leg and with a some
difficulty got one leg out of the thong, then reversing hands I
freed myself so now I was entirely naked. Not only naked but
blatantly offering my sex to him. I also realised that the signs of
my arousal would be equally evident, my wetness, probably forming
droplets, and my puffed-up, pink labia and quite possibly my clit
peeping out. Knowing that he could see all this just made me even
more fiercely turned on. I wondered if he was any good at actually
eating pussy, not just the theory. But first I wanted to provoke
him a bit more.
"Now let's see if you're just all talk or if you really know how to
do it."
I dropped down on my knees again with my slit poised just over his
lips. I lowered myself the final centimetre or two and then his
tongue went immediately for my hole. Oh, my god! I looked down and
I could see everything he was doing. From long, slow laps at the
outside of each of my lips, then along the crack, then tongue
fucking me, but never quite touching my clit. Then, finally, just
as I thought I would go crazy, the tip of his tongue was circling
it. My breathing had started to become erratic and I knew that it
wouldn't take much to demolish any final resistance and send me
soaring to that heavenly paradise. A flick across that sensitive
button was all that it took and I was gone, gone, gone.
I was barely aware I was mashing my pussy into his face. I was
grinding into him. I no longer cared about anything but my own
sensations. The scarlet cloud of fireworks that started as ripples
of exquisite sensation in my sex rocketed all through me to my
fogged brain. I barely realised the voice I heard cry out was mine.
Gradually everything began to subside and I found myself gently set
back on planet earth. I looked down at Pee J and the part of his
face that I could see had turned beetroot. I lifted myself off him
and he came up gasping for breath. I think I'd nearly suffocated
the poor guy. His chest was certainly heaving, whether from
excitement or lack of air I was not able to deduce.
Poor Pee J. He'd taken me to heaven and I'd repaid him by nearly
killing him.
Payback. Time to make amends.
I turned round and laid my face on his thigh, just a few centimetres
from his cock. It was pointing up in the direction of his face,
just over his tummy. I put my hand on it and stroked it lovingly.
The skin was silky smooth but hard underneath. I felt it jerk. I
applied firmer pressure and pulled back the foreskin which bunched
up round the base of the knob. The knob was that same vivid purple
and it glistened slightly: it was wet. It must have been from
precum. I wondered what it would taste like. I rubbed my fist up
and down his shaft. I snaked out my tongue and touched the wet end.
There was only a minimum of taste, maybe slightly fishy, oily.
I wanted to return the favour he'd just given me. We'd talked about
it in such detail I wanted to show him how I could put it into
practice. I took him fully into my mouth. Then I swirled my tongue
round and round the head. I could hear him groaning so I was pretty
sure I was doing something right. I remembered to apply suction and
now I began to taste him more. Slightly spicy perhaps. I began
bobbing my head up and down and rubbed his shaft up and down with my
closed hand. His hips were thrusting hard into my mouth and I
speeded up my hand. I could see his balls were tightly drawn up in
a hard little sack - Pee J had told me that was a sign of advanced
arousal. I heard him start yelling, I think he was saying he was
about to come, somehow the words didn't properly penetrate.
I'd never let anyone come in my mouth before, in fact I'd never
given any guy a proper BJ, only a few quick licks and sucks, but
this time was different. I wanted to know what it felt like with a
guy shooting into my mouth. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I
wanted to feel it flooding my mouth, I wanted to know what it tasted
like. I wanted to swallow it. I just wanted it, all of it.
I didn't have long to wait. His cock seemed to swell and then
pulse, then the first squirt right to the back of my throat, then
another and another until it gradually abated. I felt it fill my
mouth and I nearly gagged, but somehow managed to swallow most of
it. Some I kept in my mouth.
I let my tongue caress his glans, that's what he told me the rim
round the knob was called, and I felt it begin to soften. We looked
at each other and I smiled at him. It had started with me wanting
to get my rocks off and to use him as a sort of sex toy, but it had
ended up by mutually satisfying each other.
Before I said anything there was one last lewdness I wanted to
perform. I swivelled round and he immediately grabbed my breasts.
Having the run of them for the last hour must have been a dream come
true for him. I lay half over him and leant over, opened my mouth
and showed him my tongue. I wanted him to see that I had not
swallowed all of his cum. As soon as he saw what I was showing him
I clamped my open mouth over his. He'd given me his seed and now I
wanted him to have some of it back whilst I tasted my own juices
around his mouth. The kiss was deep, passionate, combining not only
our saliva but my juices and his cum.
A perfect blend for both of us, and one which I was certain we would
both taste again.
And so we did.
Finis
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