Ladies Can The part7
“Oh, GOD does this beat updating the planning charts!”
“Mmmmpphh, Llaaahhh yee?”
“Keep this up, and … Oh! Yes! There! uh! um, your fucking SOCKS will
smell like my underwear.”
The next few minutes of our conversation does not transliterate into ASCII
worth a pimp’s damn. Suffice it to say that Debbie has both a wonderfully
responsive nervous system, and the longest build-up to orgasm I have ever had
the pleasure to drive. For at least a full minute, I was sure that she would
come the following two seconds. Finally, with a grand shudder, she spread her
legs even wider, pulled my head hard aginst her, and began to writhe in ecstasy
all over my face. I believe that at the offically recorded beginning of her
orgasm, my nose was firmly ensconced within, and her swollen clitoris was firmly
held in my right nostril.
No matter. She came like everything, and I continued to lick, suck, and
swallow whatever I could lay my lips on. I guessed right, as she continued to
purr, sway, and rock for quite some time, nary a complaint about oversensitivity
or any of the other bugaboos I’ve discovered when eating a woman for the first
time.
Bit by bit, she quieted down again, falling steadily onto me as her passion
no longer sustained her.
“You like?” I sometimes indulge myself in rhetorical questions.
“Velly, velly much, Mr. Daniel. I must make a slight confession, though.”
“Really?” Hell, I’d just had one of my favorite activities; what could be a
problem now?
“I am fertile as a turtle today, and I have no means of contraception within
a dozen miles of here.”
“Bullshit, Lady. *We* have the most reliable of them all: mutual respect
and commitment to a common cause. I’m not ready to support a child this year
any more than you are, not to mention the relationship around it. Therefore,
neither of us is fully willing to follow this to its most natural conclusion
as long as conception is a viable possibility, pardon the pun.”
“Thank you, but I still owe you one.”
“You *owe* me nothing; I ate you for the sheer pleasure of nuzzling into
your hotness, and it is my pleasure and priviledge to lick you until you melt
from the assault. Care for another?”
“Not right now, but I may take you up on it later. Maybe I don’t owe you
anything, but *I* want you inside me right *now*. My biological clock is
probably trying to tell me something, but at least I can control the direction.
In any case, I *do* intend to make you come. Your pleasure, kind sir?”
“Far be it from me to turn down my lady’s request. Gladly will I have an
orgasm of monstrous proportions. Are you hungry yourself, or would you like to
wash this load by hand?”
“You pick; I’m still woozy.”
I carefully drew her to me for a long kiss, and then guided her head down,
past my throat, where she took over of her own accord. Her hands busied them-
selves with and then inside my pants, with her mouth following in due time.
I was at full erection again by the time my wallet thudded to the floor inside
my pocket. Her technique was what, in the business, we refer to as “the brute-
force method”. No real finesse; she simply sucked and bobbed for all she was
worth. I was gasping for breath in no time at all, and exploded just as the
pressure was beginning to turn pleasure into pain. With the stimulation I had
from eating her, I had quite a bit of semen ready to go, and she took it all
with great gusto, moaning in pleasure of her own, the vibrations adding to my
climax.
As I came back to earth, realizing that my feet still touched the floor, she
softly continued caressing me with her mouth, as gentle now as she had earlier
been direct. I almost cried with the sweetness of her sensitivity here, but
didn’t have the energy to work up to that level of being touched. I was a bit
sore and quite satisfied, certain that this was an experience we would both like
to repeat. Bit by bit, she worked me back to a state of half-erection. As much
as I wanted all the pleasure we could give one another here, I was still far too
senstive down there to enjoy any but the most lubricated of touching. Just as I
was about to ask her to stop, she drew back in a final farewell kiss, and rose
to hold me close.
“Now we’re even,” she grinned wickedly.
“Yes, almost.”
“Almost?”
“Yup. We’ll have to even things out later.”
She caught my reasoning in an instant, and fell to nibbling on my nipples,
while I tried to respond on hers as best I could. After-play is a lot of fun,
and probably one of the most important parts of a relationship. Unfortunately,
the real world brings us interruptions: the lights flickered. Looking into her
eyes, I knew we were thinking the same things.
“System’s gonna be hosed.”
“And if it’s bad enough, security might some looking for us.”
“Yeah. Batch queues are probaly dead for the next half-hour.”
“Time to see what we can salvage?”
“Yes, and I had a wonderful time tonight.”
“So did I. Kiss good-night?”
“Of course.”
We hurried a bit, stopping only to kiss favortie portions of each other just
before they disappeared under clothing again. The calm after the storm is a
neat thing to share.
“I’ll go first, and see if the coast is clear.”
In a few seconds, she whistled the opening bars of “On A Clear Day”, and I
got quickly out of the ladies’ room. We got back to our respective desks,
breaking decorum only with a quick squeeze of our hands and a knowing glance
that just barely missed showing canary feathers around our mouths.
Copyright (C) 1991, William D. Wickart. All rights reserved.
—
Comments are closed.