“You have really big balls. Did you know that?”
“I did.”
I like tits, which Amy just discovered. My devotion to them probably deserves its own chapter here. I’m not usually a blow job guy. It’s not the first thing on my mind when I’m horny or when I see a woman who arouses me. But Amy is a blow job girl. She’s beginning to convert me.
She just drank down her third or fourth load this week, and it’s Tuesday. I’m laid back in the corner of the sofa, one foot resting high on the back of it, and the other foot on the floor. I’m spread wide, and Amy’s between my legs, holding my balls in her hand.
“They’re heavy. You think they’re still full of cum?”
“Do they feel like it?”
“Yeah, but I just swallowed so much.”
“I’m sure we’ll find out in a bit.”
She smiled up at me and lifted my cock. She stroked it slowly. It was already showing some promising signs of life.
She kissed the head and spoke to it: “Don’t you ever get tired?”
“He could ask you the same thing.”
“You’re the first…” She stopped and started, then stopped again. “This is the first time I ever…”
“Ever what?”
Not everyone is an eye-contact person. If you’d asked me a month ago would I meet a twenty-year-old college girl who could look you right in the eye and say what she’s thinking, or even better, say that she’s afraid to say what she’s thinking, I’d have bet against it. Amy would make a loser on that wager. She was looking dead at me, as she so often did in these short few weeks we knew each other.
“I’m a little embarrassed.”
“About what?”
She sucked on the head a little. Maybe it gave her courage. Like always, as I was finding out, she didn’t embarrass for long.
“I’ve never spent this much time with a guy, one guy, like I do with you.”
She said that and went back to licking around the head of my cock. Whatever she thought that revelation might do to me-make me question her sexual history, or feel annoyed that she was thinking about her history—I went the only way I knew would work out best for both of us.
“Now say that the right way.”
She looked up at me again.
“What way is the right way?”
“You mean you’ve never been fucked this regularly.”
She crawled up my body and put her face right in front of mine.
“You like talking that way, don’t you?”
We stared at one another for a good long time. She smiled. I did, too, but just a little.
“Say it the right way.”
She barely let me finish my sentence.
“I’ve never been fucked this regularly.” (She put a sexy little punch-up on the word ‘fuck.’)
“And you never sucked this much cock before.”
“And I’ve never SUCKED this much cock before.”
“And you don’t want to stop now.”
“And I NEVER want to stop fucking and sucking your big dick!”
She mounted me. The stiffness of it surprised her and she groaned.
“God you weren’t even that hard a second ago!”
“And now?”
“Oh god now I feel you in my stomach!”
“Ride it, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy! Ooooo, god Daddy you’re so fucking hard!”
“You’re right, baby. I do like talking that way.”
“MMMMM-HMMMM, I KNOW DADDY!”
“Go, little bad girl! Go!”
“OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She was coming all over me. I grabbed as much tit as I could and pulled them right to my mouth. The slickness of her leaking little cunt oiled everything and the noise, that constant slurping sound of the pussy popsicle, that sound that comes only from pussy on a stick, just made her come harder.
“YEAH, DADDY! I’M COMING FOR YOU DADDY! LICK ME DADDY! LICK MY TITS! MMMMMMM! YES DADDY YES! OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!!!!”
She grabbed my head and smashed her tits into my chest as she came with a series of long, animal screams that were new for us.
She never wanted to stop? I never wanted her to leave.
“Sounds like Daddy’s little girl just turned into Daddy’s little she-wolf.”
She was rocking still, and panting.
“You think anyone heard me?”
“I’d be surprised if they didn’t.”
“Sorry.”
“Never be that.”
She was still moving her hips on me when I made her an offer I knew she wouldn’t refuse.
“Want to see some fireworks, baby? Jack me off now!”
She kissed me a deeply and as hard as she could. Then she slid off me and onto the floor and grabbed my cock. Her hand slid off it on the first try but she got her grip. It felt like she was jacking me to the ceiling.
“Ready?”
“Mmmmmm! Come for me, Daddy!”
“AAAGGGGHHHH!!!”
It was a real 4th of July special. Streams went up, drops shot off in all directions. This only encouraged her. Her right arm was getting a work out, and my big heavy balls were not empty yet.
“Oh, god, Daddy! Give it all to me!”
I did what I was told. I was unloaded. I was done. But she wasn’t.
“Clean it, baby.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“But say it the right way.”
“I want to clean all my dirty cum off your big fat dick, Daddy!”
“You’re Daddy’s perfect little girl, aren’t you?”
“I’m you’re perfect little bad girl, Daddy.”
I pulled her hair aside as she went to work on me.
I showered first. When she came out of the bathroom I was standing there in the dark holding her overnight bag.
“You’re really staying here for the week?”
It took her a second.
“Can I? I mean… I’ll go back to my dorm if you-”
“Gotcha.” I hate it when people wink. It’s fucking condescending. But I winked. It seemed like the right thing to do.
“What?”
“I already unpacked your bag. Your stuff’s in the bedroom.”
“You… GGGGRRR!”
She smiled and shuffled off to the room. Or was it our room? That’s moving too fast. I filled a pitcher of water in the kitchen and grabbed two glasses. In the bedroom I filled one and she drank it down. I filled it again and she drank half of that before she came up for air.
“You swallow everything, huh?” (Hasn’t every guy made that joke?)
“Ha, ha.”
“When’s your first class?”
“Eleven. Yours?”
“Nine. Two-hour Tennessee Williams seminar, then I’m done. Easy Wednesday.”
She pulled back the blanket and rearranged some pillows. I might be a certified tit man, but her ass, peeking out under the skimpy little sleep shorts she wore, had my full attention. Back when we were just two classmates trading flirty little jokes at break time, I learned how much she loved to swim. She had an athlete’s body, even though her class load kept her out of the pool. From where I stood at the end of the bed, I was enjoying the fruits of her former labor.
“You know,” I said, “this might be the first time we spend the night in that bed and only sleep in it.”
She laid down and got comfortable before she corrected me.
“The night’s not over yet.”
I looked at the clock. “Technically, it’s after midnight.”
“Technically, I want to hear about the aunt with the big tits.”
“Now? After all we just did out there?”
“Did you fuck her?”
I had on a very loose pair of shorts. The tent started forming as soon as she said that.
“WOW! That was fast!”
“What can I tell you.” I crawled into bed and rolled over on my back. The pyramid in my shorts was holding steady. Amy put a gentle hand on top and rubbed it a little. I could see her nipples pushing against the cut-off t-shirt she wore.
“I’m not the only one getting excited.” I reached up and rubbed a nipple. She leaned in for more.
“So what’s the story?”
I turned to look at the clock. Amy’s more amazing by the hour, but a man needs his rest if he’s going to rise early and have anything meaningful to say about the fucked-up theatrical worlds created by Tennessee Williams.
But Amy saw that excuse coming. She took me by the chin, spun my face toward hers, and sank into a deep kiss that had all the energy of the past two weeks packed into it. This was some gal, this Amy. I stayed with it until the kiss ran its course, which took a bit.
She pulled back and kept her eyes right on mine.
“Fuck Tennessee Williams. Tell me about your aunt.”
I lightly moved her hand off my cock.
“Okay. But that’ll have to wait. I’m too tired to multi-task.”
I gave her a peck on the lips and rolled to the foot of the bed.
“I need some space to tell this one.”
“Oh, dramatic!”
“Believe it.”
I rent the first floor of an old house, built a hundred years ago, maybe more. My bedroom’s a big one, plenty of empty space, with dark wooden floorboards. I got off the bed and switched on a floor lamp, one of those with a soft yellow bulb, a real mood-maker. I slid my shorts off. I’m a low-hanger, more shower than grower, and there was John Thursday, in full glorious dangle. Amy sat up and got comfortable propping herself against the pillows. She was staring at her new best friend so I did a little swivel, a little dick dance.
“Now you have ALL my attention!”
I reached down and got a handful of meat, swung it like a cowboy with a rope he’s gonna use to tie down a hog or something.
“A rule you have to agree to.”
“What rule?”
“No interruptions. Unless I ask you a question.”
“So serious.”
“Agreed?”
“Okay. No interruptions.”
“And if I ask you a question, you answer just ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ nothing else.”
“Just ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”
“Right.”
“Okay.”
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Oh… One more rule.”
“What now?”
“You have to be honest.”
“Okay.”
“No, I’m serious. You have to be honest.”
‘I said okay.”
“Come here.”
I walked to the bed and stopped with my legs against the end of it. She crawled down to meet me. I took her hands and got her to her knees. We were almost face to face. I put one of her hands on my cock and started to talk. We were staring at one another.