WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 116: Blowjob(3)

Maybe, after all, I'm a supervillain. "Woman," I said, "Lick my balls."

Which she did immediately. Isn't life amazing? Ten minutes ago we were strangers. Actually, we still were. I didn't know her name or anything about her, nor did she know any more about me. If I'd made that last suggestion before, in the passenger compartment, it would have earned me only a slap in the face. But now I was rewarded with a cute, puppyish tongue bath. Erotically it was amateurish: she'd taken me literally and was lapping at my testicles as if they were scoops of ice cream. Is it possible to get an innocent blow job? But the visuals of that pink tongue stretched way out, and the intense concentration on that oh so pretty face almost made me decide to give her a facial. I did notice with pleasure that my cock, sliding on her forehead, had left a streak of fluid in her hair.

She had to stop to adjust her dress. "This is making me wet," she said as an apology.

"Some women, the real aficionados... "

"If there's something else I'm supposed to do, I want to know. Please. I mean, besides make you come in my mouth. I know you want me to do that. Nicky always wants that from Kimmie."

"Actually, I was going to suggest something you could do for yourself." "For myself?"

 "Yes. Some women like to pleasure themselves while they enjoy oral pleasure. Would you like to try it?"

"You mean rub myself? I don't know. I can't usually, like, get myself off that way." But she was game. She pulled up her dress and put a hand into her white, lacy panties, then pulled my cock to her lips. Experience told me she was sucking for her own pleasure now, mouthing my cockhead's ridge and slit, her eyes closed. She had the sweetest eyelashes, like a baby doll's. Soon she was emitting sounds that were part hum, part moan, and both the suction and the depth of her fellating increased. Her fist writhed in her panties, exposing wet pubic hair to my view. I noticed her watching me watch her rub herself. That guilty look I'd scene briefly before came over her again. She rubbed and rubbed and sucked and sucked, but her eyes said, why am I doing this? why can't I stop myself?

"You like this, don't you?" I said. "This is nasty. This is the nastiest thing you ever done, isn't it? It turns you on to do nasty things." She hum- squeal-moaned, in protest or agreement I couldn't say. "You're such a good girl. I'm sure you're totally nice to your mom and dad. I bet you get straight A's, don't you? You're such a good girl and you're doing such a bad thing, and you love it, don't you? You love being a bad girl, because bad girls have all the fun." Her sucking and rubbing accelerated. I felt my sperm start to rise. "You're going to come soon. I can tell. It's too nasty, sucking a stranger's cock. And I'm going to come, too, I'm going to spurt in your mouth and it's going to make you come. Come on, good girl, let's see you get an A in cocksucking. Oh yeah, oh, oh. And when you get home you're going to kiss your mommy with that mouth. Such a good bad girl. Oh yeah, oooh!"

True to my word, I spewed a river of come into her. Her moan became a grunt and her head jerked back as if I'd struck her. Through the haze of orgasm I could see my cock, just barely in her wide open mouth, spurting over her tongue, and her lips wriggled on my meat like a fish on a hook,

 smearing white stuff all over. It made me come even harder. Then with a deep growl she plunged back onto my staff and achieved her own orgasm, almost biting off my meat with an uncontrolled suck. Her growls turned bubbly-- she was gargling on my semen-- and went up and down in pitch as her head moved back and forth. God, she sucked hard. It was almost painful, as hard as the lady weightlifter who'd once taken a liking to me. She sucked and sucked, long after every drop of my cream had slithered down her esophagus.

At last her lips turned soft and her tongue changed back from devouring to caressing, though she still bobbed on me, still, it seemed, experiencing small orgasms. Finally she froze with my cockhead between those lips I knew I would miss as soon as I left them. Her hand vibrated in her crotch, she grunted, and she came one last time.

She released me and collapsed against the back of the toilet, staring up into space and the smoke alarm, breathing heavily, her hand still idly moving in her panties. She licked around her lips, cleaning up the semen that had spilled on her chin and cheek.

I zipped up. What a sight she was! Her eyes dreamily returned their gaze to me when she heard the zipper. She started to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Her hand slid out of her crotch. It was as wet as if she'd dipped it in wine. I took it in my own, kissed the wetness, and put it to her mouth for her to lick.

It was time to leave, but before I did I couldn't resist slipping my hand into those soaking panties. Her cunt was slick and hot. She wriggled slightly at my touch, but did not resist, even when I pushed a couple of fingers inside. She was tight, and squeezed my fingers with her legs.

"Some day," I said, "Let's have some fun down there."