“Stop staring, silly, everybody knows that guys like to look at boobs, let’s see how it feels when they are licked.” She resumed her spot on the couch.
Her hand on the back of my head guided me to her breast. I was careful not to just latch on like a leach to her nipple but to first explore the roundness of her breast. Her hand guided me on my tour until we finally located her left nipple. I marked the edge of the color change with my tongue and gradually spiraled around until I lapped at her nipple. As she pressed me head into her breast I opened my mouth wider and sucked her areola in. Her hips jutted out, pressing against me like she was getting a mild shock and for the first time in our “experimentation” she let out a long low moan. I moved to her other breast, using similar techniques and drawing a similar reaction.
Finally she moved my head up to rest on her shoulder.
“Enough, enough, I can’t take any more.”
As my head rested on the upper slope of her firm little breast, my cock, rock hard for the last 15 minutes, started calling in throbbing tones; “How could you tease me like that and not give me some relief. I demand satisfaction!”
As if Marcie was reading my mind…err, my cock, “Mitch, I’ve never seen a man’s penis before, at least not in real like and not all hard.” With that her one leg traced up mine to my erection and her foot traced its firm outline through my shorts. “Can I, for the sake of experimentation of course, take a peek?”
“Jeez, I don’t know, Marcie . . .” my head lifting quickly from her chest looking at her with astonishment.
“I won’t bite,” she said with an innocent fluttering of her eye lids.
Like an idiot I just stayed up on one elbow, staring at her, mouth agape. I couldn’t believe what she was asking. She took my silence to be agreement and got up from the couch, arranged a pillow under my head and actually guided me to lie flat on my back, stretched the full length of the couch. She first removed my socks and sneaks and then, with a quick pull at my belt and an unbutton and unzip of my shorts, she was ready to pull down my shorts and jockeys with one smooth motion.
I guess this is the part of the story where I’m supposed to tell you how my cock was 17 inches long and 4 inches thick, a true monster among the penis population. Well, to tell the truth my tool barely met the national average (Playboy, April 2001 issue) and I kind of had to press done the ruler a bit to get there. But it was as hard as they come (pun), was always ready, and now pointed straight up to the ceiling. As you’ll see later, it was a good thing on this occasion that I was not oversized.
With my one leg crooked against the back of the couch and the other dropping off the side with a foot on the floor, Marcie had plenty of room to fit between my legs and begin her examination. Grasping the stem between forefinger and thumb she studiously began to examine my cock, moving it gently to one side or the other to get a view from all sides. I felt like my cock was a giant earth worm being studied in biology lab; I was glad Marcie didn’t have a scalpel in her hand. The thought caused an alarm at cock-Central and the dams that keep things stiff started to open up and I began to lose my woody.
“It’s cute,” Marcie said with a giggle.
“Marcie, men’s cocks aren’t supposed to be ‘cute;’ you’re supposed to look at one with awe and trepidation,” I replied with a tone of only partially mock offense.
“It’s cute,’ she confirmed. With that she began to stroke up and down my shaft with a feathery touch. My cock dams, realizing their mistake, immediately closed back up and I twanged back to attention. Her fingers then formed an “O” around my cock and tested the movement of the loose skin slipping up and down on my shaft.
“Where is your penis most sensitive?” she asked, in the tone of a nurse in an examination room. We were back for the moment to Sexology 101. I did my best to be Professor Mitch.
“Around the rim, yah, there, the whole top and just below the rim. No dry friction, that hurts just like on any sensitive skin and . . . Oh yah, balls are funny, they don’t like to be jostled are tugged the wrong way.”
“Then I won’t jostle or tug you,” talking to my nuts, not to me.
After pausing to see if my nuts would answer, she moved her head down and planted a soft kiss on each orb. Then hold my sac in her hand she gently licked each ball, making my fine blond nut hair glisten. Satisfied she was on the right track, she took one nut fully in her mouth, laving my sac slowly and letting the heat of her mouth find its way to my balls. I did my part, I moaned. Her was a girl who protested just hours ago that she didn’t know a thing about men driving me crazy with a trick no girl had tried on me before. Sure, Tiffany would give me a quick blow job, but she always just went for speed, to get it over with. Tiffany went down on me to keep her guy happy, but it was about as sexy for her as painting her nails.
After thoroughly exploring my balls, she released them back to the palm of her left hand and her mouth moved up to my shaft. Sometimes her tongue lapped up a side of my cock, with Marcie shifting positions to assure the all sides got proper attention; at other times it was more a wet kiss with both her tongue and lips driving me crazy. Then things got even more out of sight. Marcie has an unusually long tongue, in younger years of great use only in spitting contests. Now she stuck her long wet tongue out its full range and wrapped it around over half the circumference of my cock and started moving slowly up and down, occasionally rewetting her tongue to ease the trip.
With all the attention my cock had been getting and especially with this surprise attack got things to churning.
“Marcie, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in a second!”
With a grin she broke contact with my cock, looked at me with twinkly eyes and asked “How am I doing so far?”
“You’re amazing, are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
“No way, but I did practice with a candle after I saw you this afternoon.”
That’s just like Marcie; she always came to class prepared.
“It’s time to put you out of your misery.”
Marcie licked her lips and wrapped them around the tip of my cock. She began to move her mouth up and down on my cock with her tongue stroking the base. She was able to dive down almost to the base with each stroke. Then her lips stopped just under the rim of my cock cap and her miraculous tongue began to swirl around the tip. Gradually her tongue spiraled to the center with her tongue tip finally exploring the opening groove of my cock, as if to make sure things were ready for the deluge that was soon to come.
And, indeed, things were ready to come. “Marcie, I’m gonna . . . ”
Her mouth left my cock only for an instant only she said “Hush” and went back to work. Her mouth resumed its pumping motion on my cock but this time, on each upstroke her tongue swirled around my cock. Up, swirl, down, up, swirl, she was driving me crazy. My whole body stiffened as things went beyond redemption. As I stiffened Marcie moved her hand from my balls down to the point between my balls and ass and pressed, holding the flow that was determined to come. It was like being held for several seconds at mid-climax, making me issue a combined groan and whine. Finally I could be held back no longer and my semen spurted with a violent spasm into Marcie’s waiting mouth. She stopped her up and down stroking and concentrated on the tip, trying to lap up each spurt as it came. Then, as the spurts slowed, she painted my cock with her tongue causing it to glisten with my climax.
As I went flaccid, she realized the show was over and got up to retrieve her wine.
“I’m surprised,” she said, “your semen doesn’t taste bad at all, kind of spicy, not salty at all. It does tend coat in my mouth though.” With that she took a long gulp of wine and I could see she was swishing it around, removing the last of the sticky coating from her mouth..
Realizing that her paint job would soon get dry and crackly, I said, “I’m going to go wash up.’
When I returned, Marcie had not bothered to put her bra and blouse back on. I, in my modesty, had put my shorts back on. She was seated on the couch with her back on the armrest and her legs tucked up to her butt on the seat of the couch. As I seated myself more traditionally on the couch, I could see that her skirt had ridden up fully and I could see the pink of her plain cotton panties.
“Have you ever looked at a women’s vagina before? I mean really examined it, inside and out?” Once again she shocked me out of the blue.
“Uh, not really,” I answered honestly, “I mean I’ve dove for clams before but that was usually in the dark. Besides, I never felt right staring up a girl’s crotch.”
“I guess now’s the time since you have a willing subject at hand.”
She got up from the couch and quickly removed her skirt and panties. As she bent down to pick up her clothes her perfect muscular butt faced me, with a faint view of her strawberry blond her and mysterious groove peeking between her legs.
After putting her panties and skirt with the rest of her clothes she returned to the couch and sat like before but with her knees full akimbo, offering a total view of her pussy area.
“Well, go on, take a closer look. I don’t mind. It’s kind of sexy.”
What can I say, before she finished talking my head was 6 inches from her cunt. For a minute we were both silent as I took a closer look. Her fur was soft and flaxen, trimmed just a bit; not in straight bar like you see in Playboy but in a neat triangle and trimmed a little around her outer lips. The most comfortable cut for constant soccer playing, I would guess. Her inner lips were barely visible as irregular folds, just a little pinker then the rest of her skin. I thought I could see just the red tip of her clit poking out from the hair. Her hands then came down to spread her outer lips apart exposing her clit and opening fully to me.
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