[Last Time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i28mdq/the_carnival_part_1_mf/) I (20, M) introduced you, dear reader, to Mary (18, F), my girlfriend who threw me a Carnival-themed party and turned it into an extended birthday present of creative blowjobs. She gave me a Retro Candy blowjob and indulged in an explosion of Pop Rocks and cum at the same time.
As you may recall, Mary was an outgoing natural leader, athletic dance squad captain, member of the student body leadership who also was a theater geek. She had an incredibly lithe body, legs for days that led to Aphrodite’s ass. And she had the most enchanting smile. Stretching the width of her pupils, her smile of perfect pearly whites was framed by full, soft lips that made the most fabulous curves. This was accented further by the most perfect collection of freckles and beauty spots across her cheeks, nose and forehead. I thought she couldn’t possibly be more attractive.
I was tempted to open each card, but I knew that she’d be disappointed, and I realized, this wasn’t the moment to be greedy – my girlfriend had a single track mind at the moment and I wasn’t about to derail that train. Over the next few days, I pondered over which card to choose next and what it might mean. My fantasies ran wild. As I thought about them, it forced me to fantasize about her repeatedly. Imagining all these scenarios made my insanely horny. Finally, by day 3 I couldn’t wait any longer. I threw them all on the bed, swirled them up, closed my eyes and grabbed one.
Today’ blowjob was to be titled, “4. Tea Station.”
I drove to Mary’s house and knocked on the door. Mary greeted me at the door, “Hey!” She kissed me. “‘Rents aren’t home. You got something for me?” She asked slyly. I showed her the card. “Ok, open it and read it while I get ready. I need 10 minutes to get ready.” She closed the door, locked it and went inside. I opened the card. Inside it read, “I love hot tea and iced tea. When I’m done with you, I’m having milk tea.”
I stood outside pondering for a few minutes what I was in for. Mary returned to the door dressed in an ornate floral silk kimono she had picked up from a recent trip to Japan. “Welcome, Throwaway-san. Please come for your tea ceremony.” Now, years later, we both have laughed about how incredibly inappropriate this cultural appropriation of the tea ceremony was. But at the time, I was a stupid kid and none of that mattered at the time to my hormonal brain.
Mary led me up the stairs of her house. The upstairs had the shades drawn. There was a tatami mat on the ground in front of the couch. Piles of soft pillows outlined a makeshift comfy throne on the couch. All around were candles lit and flickering. She looked absolutely delicate with the warm candle light reflecting off her porcelain skin. There was music that you’d imagine in a Zen Garden playing. She took me by the hand and stood me by the pile of pillows. She kissed me deeply and began to undress me. First my shirt, running her hands slowly down my body over my chest, gently dragging her nails across my skin. She took each item of clothing and neatly folded it and set it by the pillows. Next was my belt and then my pant buckle. She knelt to pull my pants and underwear down and carefully took them off each leg. She then folded the clothes again.
“Please sit,” she whispered gently. I sat naked in the pillow throne. She knelt to sit on her heels on the tatami mat in front of me. She looked up at me, her eyes earnest, “Throwaway, I love pleasuring you. You know you can use my mouth whenever, however you want, but today, I want you to focus on every sensation. I want you to talk to me and tell me what you feel. I want every sensation to be spectacular. I’m going to give you the most luxurious blowjob I can. I love sharing this with you. Happy Birthday.” And with that she turned to the tray next to her. She pulled off a fabric cover and there was an ornate tea kettle with steam coming from the spout, a tall glass full of iced black tea and another clear cup of hot tea.
She gently pushed my chest back to semi reclined, causing my cock to point straight up. She wrapped her hand around the base and slowly slid her luscious lips over the head and down the shaft. She expertly swirled her tongue below, causing waves of pleasure to flow up and down my body. After a few moments she took my cock out of her mouth and wrapped her opposite hand around the shaft.
I was caught off guard by the sensation of coolness penetrating my skin – she had been holding the glass of green tea. “Ooooh” I let escape as I let my head fall back, eyes closed, “that feels nice.” And it did, slowly diminishing the buildup sensation from her mouth. Just as the blood coursing through my cock warmed her still hand, she I felt her mouth on the tip. Her lips opened to slide her mouth down never breaking full contact. Hot! Her mouth was so very hot, full of steaming hot tea. As her cool hand slid to the base, I could feel the two distinct temperatures enveloping my cock. The pleasure sensation was almost too much to bear. “Oh my god, wow, that’s incredible, Mary.” She worked my cock with her mouth, twisting her head and tongue and the air outside cooled heated skin for just a second before being dipped into hot mouth again. She swallowed her mouthful of tea with my cock in her mouth, her throat tightening over the head, squeezing the pleasure spot under the tip.
I looked back at her as she took my cock out of her mouth. She rubbed the tip with her thumb while holding the shaft with one hand while reaching for the iced tea with the other. She never broke eye contact as she took a large sip. My cock was introduced to the pleasures of a cool, soft wet mouth. As she moved her tongue, I could feel every sensation of the cool fluid swirling around, triggering pleasures waves almost nonstop. My arousal level shot up another 5 notches when she wrapped a heated hand around my balls. Her cold mouth working my cock and her hot hand massaging my balls was almost more than I could bear. And before the sensation could abate for even a second, she had switched, rubbing an ice cube over my nuts and perineum while re-enveloping my cock in a hot tea bath in her mouth. She began to switch the temperatures quickly. Even without moving her hands or her mouth, just the rapid alternation of hot and cold between my cock and balls rocketed me toward orgasm. Within minutes I was ready to explode. I looked at her and she read my look effortlessly.
Without taking my cock out of her iced mouth she stood me up and grabbed the clear cup of hot tea. She moved my cock from her mouth directly into the hot liquid. The head was almost searing. That sudden transition took me over the edge. Strong Jets of my cum swirled into the glass, mimicking the swirls of steam coming off the top. After a few waves, I pulled my cock out of the tea, almost sore. She had wet the towel covering the tray with cool tea. She gently wrapped my cock and testicles in the towel and sat me back down on the couch to recover.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
I nodded feebly. She put a spoon in the tea cup and mixed it. “Tell me about it. I want to know everything.” For the next 5 minutes, I relived this temperature play session in every glorious moment while I watched her slowly savor a cup of cum-milk tea.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before I brought her the next card.
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