Back on the bed, Tasha couldn’t drop the smile from her
face.
“That was incredible!” she said. “It’s a pity I can’t return
the favor.”
“I had fun,” I replied easily.
“I want more!”
She crawled over me and held my arms up by the wrists as she
kissed my neck.
“You know,” she whispered between kisses, “there must be
something wrong with me because it’s turning me on knowing you can’t cum.”
I responded with a moan. Tasha stopped for a moment and
looked into my eyes.
“What happens if you do?”
“There would be consequences, “I replied, starting to be
nervous about her intentions.
She continued kissing my body, easily continuing her path
down. Eventually, when her arms couldn’t reach anymore, she let go of my wrists
and cupped my breasts in her hands. Tasha’s head was resting between my legs
now, still kissing my thighs while keeping eye contact.
The bed sheets wrinkled between my fingers as my body
twitched. Tasha smiled. Putting both her hands under my knees, she lifted my
legs and opened them in a swift movement. She chuckled before she dove, her mouth
wide open suctioning my lips out while her tongue found its way between them.
I had been turned on for a long time; the session in the
shower didn’t help, and now this. Soon I
found myself loosing the battle, realizing that my hips were moving rhythmically
looking to provide Tasha with the best possible angle, even if I should be
doing right the opposite. My eyes wide opened searched the ceiling of the hotel
room, maybe looking for a distraction, but I could feel how close I was and I knew
no mental effort would hold it back.
“Maybe… “ I struggled to whisper, “you can turn around and
we can both enjoy?”
I wasn’t sure if that would help me, of course. It could
even make things worse, but I needed a change of course, any change.
Tasha’s face emerged between my thighs, and I sighed in relieve
as that meant at least a brief pause in her pleasuring me. Her eyes were squinting
and a diabolical smirk was drawn on her lips.
“How do you mean?” She said suggestively. “I am quite enjoying
this.”
“You don’t have to stop, just turn around so I can have you
too,” I replied trying to keep the obvious desperation out of my voice.
Tasha didn’t seem convinced, and although she kept staring me
still upright, her hands started caressing my thighs again making me press my head
against the pillow. She laughed.
One thought crossed my mind; ‘I’m losing.’ And I was, I
totally was. But that also gave me an idea.
“… or are you afraid you’ll cum before I do, even though you
did just a few minutes ago and I’ve been edging for the longest time?” I said
raising my head again and giving her the best smile I could muster.
“Oh! Is that how you want to play it?” She smiled. Her eyes
finally wondered away from me, which I took as a sign of her calculating and plotting. “Okay.”
Tasha easily stood up on the bed, her hands against the
ceiling helping her keep steady with her feet on either side of my torso. I
started caressing her legs as far up as my hands could reach, just above her
knees.
“I feel like, to be completely fair, I should let you catch
up a little bit.”
“That’s fine by me.” I answered.
Smoothly but quickly, her knees bend, dropping next to my
head and without warning, she was covering my face with her sex.
My tongue started exploring immediately, as my hands grabbed
her well defined hips firmly trying to hold her up, just enough to get me to the
proper angle, and maybe to give me a bit of room to breath. Her taste was intoxicating,
her body promptly responding to subtle cues received from my fingers, moving
with a delicate rhythm, making my mouth enjoy her all the better for it.
Tasha was obviously enjoying herself, enjoying me, I guess,
and that was working for me. It was exciting for me, but I was very much appreciating the break. If I had let her
continue earlier, as things were going, I am sure I couldn’t have bear it for
very long. I was enjoying focusing on
her, even though I could still fill the wetness between my legs and that ardent
heat wishing to be released.
Every time that her hands moved, no matter if it was to keep
her balance, or to hold my hands firm against her body, I feared she’d decide
to finally close the 69 form. I had, I think, and extreme control over my body
at that point, but everything has a
limit, and I knew how close to mine I was. There was a solution, I thought, if
I ate her out so well that I made her forget how we got there, what was coming next,
if I work her so good that she’d cum again, maybe that’d remove the other ideas
from her mind. Or maybe, I could retake the initiative. I could feel her
getting more and more excited by the second, and although I didn’t know how
close she was to climax I didn’t really need to. Maybe, I could just count on
her desire to finish to let me take control back again. I liked that idea
better.
My face pressed harder between Tasha’s legs as my hands stretched
looking for her breast. I could barely reach them from that position and it was
costing me having both my mouth and nose completely covered. But I managed. I
cupped them in my palms and closed my fingers around them, holding them firmly
but tenderly. I pulled to the side, making
Tasha gasp audibly, slowly but without pause, feeling her skin stretch,
at first, and then her body following to keep up with the movement. When there was enough inertia, I used my own body to assist, and Tasha span
on her left knee, right next to my head, finding herself only a few inches from
the wall and the headrest.
“What…” she tried to ask, with a chuckle in her tone.
I got up to my knees, never for an instant stopping to keep
contact with her body. In a swift movement, my legs where next to hers, my boobs
pressed against her back making her temporarily lost her balance and forcing
her to stop herself with her hands against the wall. I got closer, moving up and
down slowly as I did. I pulled her hair up, first softly, my fingers caressing
her scalp, but then hard, holding it with tension up while my tongue sailed,
from the top of her back, along her neck and all the way to her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered, realizing with
satisfaction how her skin was standing up. “I, “ my hand started sliding from
her neck, down her spine, all the way between her legs, “am going to fuck you.”
I insisted while two fingers explored inside her, immediately drenching.
Her body rubbing against mine had a strong effect. My
nipples where hard as rocks and my excitement could barely be contained.
“Don’t move,” I whispered before suddenly moving away from
her to go digging in my new toy box.
Two choices, I saw quickly. One of them would severely put me
to the test. In my current condition it may even prove to be too much. But, if
I had learned anything in the last few months it was that growth required pushing
oneself, and with each success came rewards. I dropped the ‘normal’ strap on
dildo and started putting on the two-sided one. On my end, it had a curved
clamp, with a couple of inches going inside the top of my pussy and a spring
system that held it firmly against my clitoris. All the silicone surface had a
rough finish that made me shiver as it settled down. I rapidly tied the leather
strap around my waist, tight, suddenly
providing me with an eight-inch silicone phallus. As I finished up, I rejoiced
looking at Tasha who had held her
position for all this time.
I hesitated, thinking of reaching for the lube, deciding we seemed to have more
than enough lubrication.
Crawling on the bed I got behind her, much in the same position
we were on before I went to gear up. As I closed on her keeping my body low, almost
dragging on the mattress, she jerked slightly when she felt the rubber clumsily
sliding under her butt. Again pressed skin against skin, I repeated the same
movement as before; Softly sliding my hand under her hair, almost massaging it,
then pulling it up, this time maybe a bit harder than earlier, and finally,
licking her neck all the way to her ear where I once more whispered
“I’m going to fuck you.”
This time she didn’t moan, instead she answered with a quiet
‘Yes’ that made me smile and greatly look forward to what was about to come.
Not letting her hair go, I pushed the middle of her back
down. Tasha quickly understood and her spine drew a pronounced arc, her face, hands
and chest on the wall, her hips as high as they’d get, her legs open, inviting.
Using her own juices as lubricant I needed but a couple of
swings before the silicone was more than sufficiently soaked. On the next go,
it slowly went inside her body which offer just enough resistance to make my
end of the toy wiggle, catching me by surprise and bringing me back to the
dangerous ‘about to explode’ state.
We both moaned, naturally, an expression of a trance that
prevented us to properly control the air exhalation. I kept her hair up, which
allowed me to control how much her body moved up and down with each thrust,
slowly gaining more ground inside her until my legs slapped her butt, having
gone all the way in.
I moved slowly, partly because I didn’t want to rush this
but also because I didn’t think I could take it myself any faster, to the point
that when I wanted to speed up for Tasha’s benefit I was disappointed I had to
hold back, making me regret not having chosen the other toy. But I was committed,
beyond those instants of doubt I was slowly gaining speed, letting my trained
body deal with the incommensurate rush that awaited only a distraction away.
Tasha moaned and breathed hard, but I didn’t get the impression
that she was about to climax. It felt more as if she was sailing through a
long, stable, low intensity orgasm, which was great, but I was very looking forward
to a more violent and sudden explosion, so I’d up the bet.
When you don’t know your partner, you often find yourself in
a crossroad, not knowing how your next movement will be received. Sometimes, these
things can be discussed, but others you just have to take the risk.
I reached out to Tasha’s mouth, hooking her from inside her
cheek. This made her turn her face slightly, but didn’t seam to disturb her
reverie. Dutifully, she closed her mouth around my finger and put her tongue to work. That was more pleasant
that I expected, and I needed to focus to keep everything under control.
I pulled my finger out, and with the tip I run it over her
face, neck, back… Pushing just enough, making all the way to her butt. I then used
it on my own mouth, just for and instant, and pressed it slightly against her
hole. This did surprise Tasha, who instantly opened her eyes wide, looking at
me. She smiled.
I pulled the toy almost all the way out, keeping the finger
there, at the door, not pressing it at all, just waiting. Slowly, Tasha started
to push her body back, closing in on my as both dildo and finger entered her
body. Two times, she slid in and out calmly, making sure that everything ended
where it had to be, and then sped up to the same pace that I had been keeping,
only this time I was just holding straight, letting her ride.
I used her hair to make her stop, and made my middle finger wet,
before coming back to the same stance. Tasha obliged, and although this time it
was obviously being harder for her, soon I could feel the heat and pressure
around my fingers. Again, after swinging slowly several times, Tasha got comfortable
again rapidly riding me taking all the length of my fingers without issue. I
could feel the dildo on my finger tips as it went inside and outside her pussy,
while on the other end it kept creeping my g-spot and clit to a limit I didn’t
think I could ever reach.
Controlling my breathing, I concentrated in my own body
instructing it to resist the urge of exploding in what I knew would be a massive
orgasm. It seemed Tasha decided not to help, as she sped up riding me harder
and harder, sometime moving her hips in circles with my fingers and the dildo all
the way inside her. Just seeing her was exciting, but the reactions inside my
own pussy were even more and it seemed that my holding her hair didn’t do as
much as I thought it would.
I was about to give up when I felt Tasha’s breathing
changing, harder, faster. Her moaning became louder, more vocal until it
finally broke into a series of screams, and after a few seconds of keeping her
energetic bashing, she finally slowed down, coming to a rest position, and
holding it while she fought to get back her breathe.
I, on the other hand, had that weird frustration/relief feeling.
I was very happy I managed, somehow, to not fail to Master Nene, but, I really,
really needed to cum.
“Are you still holding up?” Tasha said smiling
“Barely.”
“So is it my turn now?”
Suddenly the air escaped me. I am extremely disciplined, but
I knew I didn’t stand a chance to hold for any duration of time.
“What do you mean?” I finally answered after the most awkward
pause, and trying to keep the mix of fear and excitement off of my voice.
“I mean… we’ve been at this for quite a while, I think.” She
laughed. “Are you still on the edge?”
I laughed, falling back on the bed. Just, with all my
worries, I had somehow forgotten I was still inside of her, twice, until she
gasped loudly when my fingers and the dildo unceremoniously left her behind.
“Oh my god, sorry.”
“What’s so funny?” she responded smiling.
I paused for a second, glancing at her inquiringly.
“Are you tired?”
Tasha’s face was full of surprise.
“A bit. Why?”
“I had a horrible idea.” I replied standing up and going to
the bathroom.
“What’s the idea?” She yelled from the bed, while I washed my
hands and the toy.
“Let’s have you ‘rest’ for a while. Stand up, let’s put this
on.”
“I get to fuck you?” she answered laughing as she stood up
and walked toward me.
I looked at her in silence, dropped to my knees in front of
her and carefully opened her legs. I looked up enjoying every bit of confusion
on her face. She obviously hadn’t see the other end of the toy.
My fingers ran between Tasha’s lips, testing, realizing she
was still extremely wet. I grabbed the end of the toy and put it into her,
getting a mix between a moan and a gasp and a second one when the spring pushed
the outer end on her clit. Understanding dawned her.
“Oh.”
“Oh indeed,” I said.
Her face took a smug turn.
“Well, if now I get to fuck you, I think it’s worth it.
Although I don’t know what will happen if I finish again.”
I reached up with my hands caressing her body, playing with her
breasts. In a sudden movement I pushed her torso making her sit on the bed.
I crawled to her seductively and started sucking the dildo,
taking the whole length all the way to my throat while glancing up, enjoying
the excitement and fascination on her face.
“I’m so turned on again… or still, not sure.” She said
slowly while posing her hands on my naked skull, first just feeling the movement,
then pushing it as it went down. “And, I can feel it; It’s so pleasant.”
I pulled out and laid on the bed next to her, my neck on the
border of the mattress head hanging back.
“Do you want to try?” I said opening my mouth and sticking
my tongue out.
She stood up uncertain and awkwardly found a position to
start fucking my mouth. Only she took it slowly, not going very deep, afraid on
hurting me.
I pushed her out.
“You can do better.”
She smiled. Getting back into position she grabbed both my
boobs, digging her fingers into them. Again she started slow, but this time she
went all the way to the bottom until my lips could feel the leather of the
strap on.
Between her arms I could see the joy on her face as she
thrusted, now faster, still going all the way in. Her eyes were closed and it
was obvious she was enjoying the toy as well.
She continued thrusting, showing great strength as the
position couldn’t be easy on her legs. But I wouldn’t tell her to stop. I would
actually enjoy if she got herself off doing this. Eventually she stepped back.
“That was amazing! I think I could cum doing that.” She said
excitedly.
“Please do. Or maybe you’d like to try something else?”
“Something else?” She said squinting her eyes.
“Back or front?” I smiled.
“Back or front… what?”
“Just choose. Back or front?” I insisted.
She wondered for an instant.
“Front?”
I sat up on the bed, as activated by a switch and turned
around. I got closer to the edge of the bed and raise my legs, putting them behind
my arms.
I called her with one finger and she walked close to my, the
dildo laying on my pussy. I pushed it down, sliding between my lips, sending a
shiver to my spine but continuing until it reached my butt. Once placed on the
entrance I smiled at her.
“Fuck my ass, Tasha.”
Carefully, with wonder in her gaze, she started moving her
hips forward. The dildo, wet from my mouth didn’t have much issue getting in,
after having carried the huge butt plug a few hours ago. Still, it was closing
nicely around it and I felt tightly as she inserted it all the way into me. It
was very pleasant, both the butt play and the vibration and touches in my
pussy. I was enjoying thoroughly and after so much focus and concentration,
after such a long edging period I was sure this wouldn’t take me over the edge. I could just lay down and
enjoy.
And so I did, relishing the delight and pleasure Tasha was experiencing
just as much as the one I was receiving.
After a few moments, I saw the signs of near-climax on Tasha
again. Faster, labored breath, louder moaning and the obviously quicker and more
energetic thrusting into my body until, again, she sped up while screaming
loudly, pinching my hips, stabbing me with her fingers as she came.
“Ok,” Tasha said softly caressing my chest,” I think you
have earned that I don’t tease you any more or try to get you off.”
We both laughed.
“I think I said this already but…I want more.” She chuckled.
I looked at her in disbelief
“Not now, silly.” She slapped me playfully. “I mean, I would
like to do this again. Maybe a time when you can get off too.” She considered
for few seconds. “It today was fun, I can’t imagine how it will be when you can
get off too.”
“I would like that too.” I whispered as I was closing in to kiss
her.
“Do you want to stay the night?”
“I should go, but… call me.”