PLAUDITS OF THAT UNLETTERED MOMENT (con't) -- #3
He howled as
intense spasms of pleasure shot through his body, noticed with tremors of movement
by his taunt cock. What generally was a
more sedentary mass was enlivened by her utterly amazing skill set.
Previous women
sharing the oral challenge would muddle about with someone of his size, be
flummoxed as to how to handle his girth, hem-and-haw to the point of ad
nauseam, feign effort, gag, choke, tear, eventually, the interaction would
become a vista of blunders ending in an unsatisfactory debacle. Every once and a while, a young James would
find his inner lummox and masturbated splashing huge quantities upon the
purveyor of his disappointment's face, closing her eyes, filling nostrils and
saturating hair. As an adult he
understood the trial that came with his abnormality and found more passive ways
to enjoy his orgasms.
But, Cyndy had captured
him in her net of delight pointed out so, when his hips bucked against her
mouth as the need to cum built inside him, but now, she only allowed the head
past her lips. He fought to go deep, but
she held him at bay, pulling at his nad sack.
Why? She understood the
tease. Plus, there was the immeasurable
love of delaying gratification. And
ultimately, she wanted his ejaculation to be a huge event. Huge!
Unable to speak
beyond the pounding need that thrummed through his body, he could only moan as
Cyndy continued to goad his throbbing member with calculated assaults of her
tongue, licking first, followed by a thorough ball lathering. Her ministrations so thorough and consistent,
hinting at leaving a series of pocks, not a physical marking but that of his
psyche, not in an aberrant way but more of an everlasting memory. She could tease to the point that he'd break
and take her the way he wished. But
James was a patient man and he hopped onto her goat-drawn cart and relished the
bumpy dirt path the buck traveled.
Certainly, he
wanted to shove his cock into her mouth, as deep as she had taken it, why, no
one had done that before and it was eons of dreaming beyond stellar. Once that deep he anticipated his cum in a
hot, endless rush, deluging right into her stomach. Could he drown her? Maybe.
She'd let him know when to withdrawal.
James felt that
event would be otherworldly and he coveted the prospect. The internet was filled with the accolades of
women who claimed that they could, but the general dating life of a small town
man never knew that reality, it being a crapshoot of those who claimed a
proclivity, yet having none. Bragging
was the barbed-wire fence that cuts, yet, does not disturb the view of the
truth. "Meh," slipped. This
had nothing to do with being a detractor, and everything to do with the simple
truth. Not even a single manila file
folder's worth of possibilities could be filed away in his mind. Cyndy proved herself a maven at the subtle
craft of deep-throat.
It was difficult
to resolve that having a huge cock was a liability. Men envied him, women claimed they covet such
and society brought the pedestal on which he was to perch. Unsolicited advice was the junk mail
pop-ups. But the real truth was it hurt
women, was difficult to manage in tight or loose pants, and whereas, the most
sensitive part of the penis was near the base, he had many unsatisfactory
sexual encounters. The beauty of a
glorious future was reveled because Cyndy was the first that offered the unique
possibility of pleasure and ironically, he was captivated by her.
His ride on the
slow boat to China was deep-throat free.
But this night, this very moment he had arrived at the epicenter of
nirvana. Cyndy never extolled her
talent, stalwart ability that was for
his betterment, and a world, his world, filled with oral acrimoniousness was
instantly altered. So at that very
moment he did not want to be the nail, but instead wanted to be the hammer,
thus, he tried to force a result, down her throat. There was the rainbow, the pot of gold, but
this rainbow also had the color black. She held him back.
Everyone's life
was the challenge of writing your final draft without an eraser. Who had made the mistake?
Her
preternatural oral gift was alluring and haunting, but Cyndy's asking him to
think a second resonated with James, getting the humbling gist that he was
being selfish. This was their first time, not just his. He knew that their future together would
offer many chances for him to explore the powerful deep-throat skill she
had. He envisioned a lifetime full of
such memories, enough to fill a rosy-tinted file cabinet with thick, precisely
placed multicolored folders.
He felt like an
octopus trying to pedal a bicycle, awkward.
They were to be paramours, having a single soul dwelling in two
bodies. Reigning in their united world
with accord. Now, though, he had to
share a sense of love with her. That was
the true linchpin, love. She was not to
please him but they were to please each other.
His succinct understanding imbued him with such glowing certainty of her
needs, it caused him to want to crow. It
was interrupted by her next move. Might
this be an internecine act? James could
not imagine anything at this watershed moment being destructive to either he or
her. But..., the fire of iffy glowingly hung like a whipping
hooked fish with a fragile mouth.
Lovers were the
sheltering tree that cuddled, reconsidering his array of gestures to slither
his cock by her lips. Cyndy's empathy
for his sexual equivalent of fast food, providing the illusion of love making
without the expense of fully participating.
She got it. Always got it. Men liked what she could do with her
mouth. A pretty face was a passport, but
oral talents had no expirations dates.
And she was happy to be the salt on his food. She'd cocksuck
for her man. And she had a plethora of
playful taunts to use before allowing the final blow by blow by blow to spent
itself.
Their sex was
like his shadow, if he followed, it fled and if he walked away it
followed. It simply wasn't the right
time to ravage her face. He had to stop
her, but he couldn't force another objection past his lips. The oil of refined politeness complicated the
mechanisms of propitious judgment, no, he was not weak, just a man lead by his
libidinous urges.
He felt
paralyzed especially when she abruptly took the rest of his thickness into her
mouth, pressing and rocking against his erection, swallowing, gagging, pressing
until he was down her throat, until her tongue slipped out and touched that
sensitive spot at the back of his balls.
He gasped as she sucked deep. His
cock contracted and more pre-cum leaked down her throat.
Cyndy was like a
trick of sleight of hand, that to be admired, but not requiring understanding. She was his dark forest, enchanting but
worrisome. She scuttled his quest of
balanced love. Granted the common belief
in the sex wars, men were thoughtlessness, while women the epitome of
vindictiveness. Was she being the
vixen, thwarting his compassion? Those
thoughts were deluged into storm drains, rushed away, as she did things to his
cock he thought were impossible.
The quarrel
between new lovers, even if contrived, added to that bond, as if the callosity
formed about a broken bone, making it stronger. James wanted her to stop, yet, not yet. Her devotion to excellence was applaudable, and he was giving her a standing O, or was she?
As if she sensed
he was very near to falling over the edge into bliss, she grabbed his ass,
fingers digging as she pulled him into her mouth even further. His head banged against the wall. With an obligatory response, he drove his
cock into her like a jack-hammer, setting off shattering moans. The chaos were loud cannon booms, witnessed
in his mind, echoing desires to have it last a great deal longer. Could he throat fuck her? Yes.
Should he? Great question.
Questioning
lessened minor passion and enhanced the great ones, so, as the spring winds
doused the candles and kindled a fire, he wanted her more. Life without Cyndy would be death without a
witness. Painfully lonely.
His physical
reactions made her feel like a Queen to his Pawn, while his vocalizations were
harmonious music to her impressions.
While playing the mouth organ, he became her finely tuned instrument,
and if she tongued him just right, he made the most glorious sounds, raw,
intense, absolutely melodious noises of pleasure as she played him with her
mouth, lips, and tongue. The collateral
consequences promised little discord, but the sort of chaos that was tantamount
to perfection. Soon, he'd experience the
greatest of pleasures and she would be the one that was responsible for that
orgasmic contentment.
Did she sense
his turmoil? No. How could she interpret gushes of uninhibited
bliss and unrestrained hip lunges as tumult?
In every man's
being was that secret nerve that responded to the vibrations of lust. The litmus test for a primal beast was the
flash to action. James knew the raw
creature stalked his thoughts, but never witnessed its ballyhoo. Cyndy was the right person to free his
fucking-fiend.
He wrenched his
hands from hers, brusquely grabbed her hair, yanked and pulled her, ragdollying her head, rowdily fucking
her mouth. His aching member ferociously
jettisoned itself down her throat, ignoring her gag reflex as the root smacked
her lips wrathfully and balls bounced onto her chin. Then his cock nearly accomplished a full
exit, granting her a breath, before ramming her again, punctuated by her spasming throat muscles. (to be continued)
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Angelica Hart and Zi ~ Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane
www.champagnebooks.com - www.carnalpassions.com - angelicahartandzi.com
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