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Part 4 - Did I say 10?
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Part 4 - Did I say 10? Night began overtaking the sky as we drove to the party, stealing from her the last rays of sunlight she was bathing in, but not before it calmed her enough so she could face the thought of this night and those people. The roar of the engine and the speed at which we travelled helped aid in that mission to give her an escape before she had to face the expected torture to come. I made sure to drive increasingly fast, taking blind curves at alarming speed... corners with the car hanging out sideways, tires squealing at each possible moment... the car catching itself just before a crash, then gathering itself up and surging forward, building up incredible speed and carrying her along on a swirling merry-go-round... like freefalling... all the wild, over-the-edge, out-of-control feelings that she loved, but couldn't always do in daily life... We didn't quite now where the place was, but one of her girlfriends — the bisexual one who was in love with her — was going to wait on one of the nearby streets to guide us through the final steps of the maze. After a bit of driving around lost, which my lady didn't mind as she loved having the few moments alone with me, resting her head on my shoulders, and casually, innocently stroking my thigh, we turned what was to be the final corner, and she quickly straightened up in her seat, moving away from me. Her mood suddenly changed, and I soon saw why. Coming into view now was bi-girl, pacing around in a circle, waiting for us. She grabbed my arm and motioned for me to stop the car and reverse back up the street. When she was certain that bi-girl hadn't seen us, she pointed at the base of a dark tree and told me to park there. As I pulled to a stop, and even before I had engaged neutral and set the parking brake, she had already had my pants half way down my legs. The leather of the seat initially felt strange against the naked skin of my thighs. An untold draft seemed to come from somewhere blowing across my soft flesh of my stomach, now exposed as she pushed my shirt up to my chest. But the breeze was soon blocked, replaced with the warmth of her body as she almost crawled into my lap, her breasts pressing into my side, my hips, her hands rubbing my thighs and circling around my loins. Her long, soft tresses fell all about me, and I reached down to hold them away from her face, and so I could bring them up to my own face and enjoy their scent, enjoy what it reminded me of... She took the tip of one finger and wet it in her mouth, then used it to trace up and down the thick ridge at the centre of my hard shaft, which, in no time at all had rocketed up to its full length and stood ready for any fun that was to come. She continued by wetting the raw, throbbing head of my engorged penis, wetting it with gentle, playful licks of her tongue, the saliva smeared liberally now with her fingers, mixing it with the precum that had oozed from the little opening at the tip of my cock. Slowly she began stroking the full length of my thick, veiny shaft, achingly, almost teasingly slow, as her warm hands pumped up and down, then grabbing it with both hands and stuffing it in her mouth as far as it would go, making tasty little moaning sounds from even farther back in her throat. My eyes widened, and my pupils grew huge in size. A glazed look now pervaded my features as I fought to not just give in to the initial rush of the moment... I wanted it to last, wanted to feel this moment for as long as it could last... My hands stroked her hair and the soft skin of her ears, teasing ever so lightly along the soft hairs, to send little chills through her body, which made her suck harder, drive her head down further, letting the head of my cock tickle the back of her throat, and then she would squeeze her lips firmly around the shaft to create a tight seal, then tried to literally suck my cock wholly into her throat as she drew her head back along the whole length, creating a vacuum suction effect along the shaft right back to the tip. She did this repeatedly until I was drawn toward the brink of my orgasm again and again, each time stopping just close enough to the edge, and then rubbing my cock with both hands, kneading it as she would had been kneading a roll of dough into a short fat breadstick. And when she felt it was enough, and that I should decide just how long this should last, she would push past the brink, her hands pumping like mad up and down my cock, the fat purple head turning beet red from the friction, the all-consuming tingle that would be at leading edge of the eruption... And then I felt it, that feeling way down deep, and squeezed hard to stop myself from cumming... the orgasm rocked through my body, but I was able to prevent myself from ejaculating, staying hard, so I could continue to feel her lips, her tongue, the moist, soft inner skin of her mouth, her hands, all playing with my still hard cock, making her continue with the cycle again. Tired of it, she decided to end it, and pumped my enraged dick with one hand, stroking my back with the other, and putting her tongue in my ear, whispering how she wanted to see me cum, teasing the feeling forward, dragging it out into the open, and then sticking my cock back in her mouth again for the final push forward, so I could have the all encompassing warmth and tingle of her mouth upon my shaft and licking all the way down to my balls as they had the privilege of shooting my cum deep into her throat... As she cleaned me up and tucked me back into place, I reached back and got her her lipstick and a drink of water for both of us. She looked at me now, reached under my chin to tip my head back up from its boyish repose of innocence, and stared deep into my eyes for a moment. "Now we can go to the party." Following the streets back to where we left bi-girl still pacing around outside, a little bit madder than before, I pulled up beside her as she wandered at the edge of the street. Still filled will sensuality, I rolled down my window and asked her "How much?" She was slightly confused and offended by the joke, but became very turned on by it when she saw that my lady loved the joke. What bi-girl of course hadn't realized was that it wasn't the thought of her that made my lady interested in the joke, it was the open display of raw sexuality I had made. She knew me to be somewhat reserved in public, and to see me make such a bold, unfiltered statement, unprompted, made her happy... and horny. And of course, as we had had the whole day be filled with lust and partially unconsummated passion, it made anything we said or did take on an undercurrent of sexuality. It was quite amazing that we had continued to feel that rage of lust for each other throughout the entire day, that even with all the stopping and starting and never getting a chance to fully complete what we were feeling and lusting after, that we still wanted each other, still wanted to feel each other's skin rubbing against one another, the raw embrace of our bodies, the enrapture of our mutual hunger finally being sated. As we went into the party, the two of them straggled some distance behind me, fondling each other in that sisterly way that women have... well at least one of them saw it as sisterly, the other just saw it as a cheap opportunity to get what she wanted. I trotted intp the throng of people and started my gregarious act to keep my lady from worrying about me. She knew I didn't like these people in particular and was worried that I'd be annoyed about having to be here for long. I looked back at her to see if she was okay having to spend time with bi-girl, but in her usual make-the-best-of-things way, she had found the closeness that she did share with this woman, and forgot about/ignored the other feelings that bi-girl wanted from her. As the party continued, I had decided that the only way I was going to actually enjoy it was to go into my comedy act and be at my insane best, flitting from conversation to conversation, being the comedian, and then moving on. Some people enjoyed the insanity, others were beginning to be annoyed by it, and apparently so was my lady, although I hadn't realized it then. She was less angry with me and more at the situation, and began seeing my actions as the old me, the one who liked merely to cause trouble for trouble's sake. I couldn't exactly blame her, as it was true at this moment, I was partially doing that, having fun at others expense. And, in the midst of my usual ambush comedic style, I walked into the conversation she was having with bi-girl, and made a flippant comment about something, stating a fundamental truth that my lady should have told bi-girl before, but hadn't. Bi-girl had a crestfallen look about her, as if I had taken away her most -prized possession, and ran off in a huff. Someone else nearby pointed out to me the glaring stupidity of my statement, to which I shot another rejoinder back at them — I was on a roll and in trouble anyways, so why stop? My lady gave me a moment to say something, to make amends or just explain, and when I didn't, she was well and truly angry with me now... and at herself, at her stupid bitch of a friend that she could not or would not tell off, and this whole stupid situation that was ruining our day together. I left her alone for a while and continued acting like a jerk here there and everywhere, too arrogant in my own pride to make an apology in front of people I didn't like. She waited, watching me act like a putz, then finally went out into the backyard to find a moment for herself. I followed her now instead of ignoring her as I had been doing, but she threw me off, furious, past simple anger, burning with a clear bitterness of what she saw as betrayal. But I was not put off by it, I had seen it too many times before, experienced it from her, both warranted and unwarranted, to actually be afraid of it anymore — even when it was deserved. She was sitting in the garden as I approached her again, looking seemingly calm, but I knew that wouldn't last when she saw me still pursuing. She got up in a huff and tried to run away, but I caught her by the wrist and shook my head, and said, "No, don't do this." I pulled her to me slightly, still holding her right wrist with my left hand, and now using my right hand to show her how sorry I was. Gently caressing her now moistening slit with the back of my right hand, pressing hard into her, rubbing along its full length till I could see her eyes begin to<b> glaze </font></b>over. She slapped me, once... twice... three times, still angry with me, and trying to fight off the sensation that was overcoming her. I took each blow with a thoughtful smile and continued on with my work, as her slaps were now replaced with a soft, tender caress. As I could feel her scent rising, and my fingers getting damp from the moisture that was seeping out of her and soaking her panties through to her jeans, I led her away, taking a few steps from the bench she was standing near, out of the line of sight of her friends still drinking in the living room. In the trees now, I dropped to my knees and undid her jeans, pushing them down far enough that I could wedge my head between her legs, lapping at her folds, gently pulling apart her lips with my teeth, so I could bury my tongue inside her now soaked pussy. She tasted sweet, and I enjoyed her juices on my tongue, and now beginning to cover my lips, and dribble ever so slightly down my chin. I drove my tongue ever deeper, straining it as far as I could, then swirled around in circles, and moving it side to side in a flurry of motion that inflamed her desire so. I licked at every bit of the soft, moist flesh inside her, revelling in her scent, the heat rising up from her, at her delicious musty taste. I wanted her to cum, to push her pussy so deep into my face... I began talking to her now, in between licks... in between using my lips to rub and stroke along the full length of her slit... in between using my jaw to press against her, reaching from behind her with my hands to pull her forward, driving her into the pressure of my mouth and lips... talking to her, calling to her, the dirty things she loved to hear in these moments... She begin to claw at my shoulders, tearing into my skin, and finally grabbing my head to pull me deeper into her, almost suffocating me as she thrust her hips into my face. The sensation of it all swam in her head so that she had to reach out and hold onto the branches of the trees to keep herself upright, her whole body almost drawing into itself, waiting for its rescue, its deliverance. Pulling my tongue out now, I replaced it with my finger, then two, and fucked her that way for awhile, thrusting, turning, swirling it around in circles, occasionally licking at her as the swirling of my fingers formed an opening of her lips, then making a tiny opening with my mouth and encircling the tiny head of her clitoris and using my tongue against that opening to envelope her little button in a variety of air currents, that would alternate the level of her onrushing orgasm. All the while, I continued fucking her ever faster with my fingers. And then I would stop, and re-centre her, using my chin to press against her pubic mound, which brought her body to spasms, but not to orgasm, like running along the edge of the cliff wanting to jump off, you can almost feel the air beneath you and it's like you're flying, but you're not there yet, and can prolong the anticipation of flight. Low moans involuntarily escaping from her pouting lips, her thighs closing, squeezing my head, her hips pushing her sweet cunt into my face... it all brought her ever nearer to an orgasm, dancing along that plateau and ever so gently retreating from the deep passage of her moment to come. So close that all she need do was touch herself and it would stop the cycle... but she didn't, she knew the release would be so great as to assuage the sweet suffering... as I brought her again to that apex and ever so slightly pulled her away... yo-yo-ing with her orgasm until her body shuddered with such force... And then finally the hard fast final strokes, with my fingers, and my tongue, her whole body tightening, ready to collapse... then the screams, loud at first, involuntary, as her release came quickly, catching her off guard, then muffled, as I rose up and quickly replaced the air of her screams with my tongue. I could feel her orgasm throughout my body as her whole form literally pulsed against me, sending waves of pleasure from her body into mine. The release she had sought all day, and what would finally wash away all the other troubles of the moment that had been building up in her. She squeezed me so tight as if to pull my very soul into hers, and she was almost in tears at the intensity of her release, mixed as it was with such passion and anger. As our senses returned and our breathing became less laboured, I quickly helped her dress, as I knew we would be set upon by her friends, investigating why we had disappeared for so long and why she had been screaming. We quickly made up some idiotic but plausible excuse about her seeing a spider crawling up my leg and were able to escape the expected interrogation... all except for bi-girl, who hated the thought of anyone touching her, and still seemed to preserve some misguided dream that the only thing keeping them apart was me. As we went back inside, the feeling of the party came immediately back to everybody, except for bi-girl, who almost like a tracking could smell the scent of sex in the air. Satisfied and yet emboldened by everything, my lady said her goodbyes and dragged me out of there, desperately wanting me now... but as the day had been, so it would continue. Running after us, knapsack and carrying bag in hand, was bi-girl. She was going to stay overnight with my lady, who was going to drive her to the airport the next day. We looked at each other now, both of us wanting just to drown bi-girl somewhere and be done with it, but knowing almost in the aspect of being kept apart all day there was a shared experience that almost seemed to transcend any lovemaking that could have taken place... I drove to her place in almost silence, driving very carefully and keeping an eye out for police. Bi-girl was wedged in behind the seats, you see, lying over top of the hard plastic, integrated cargo bins... it was a two-seat sports car after all, the only other thing would have been for the ladies to sit in each other's lap... and that wasn't going to come off for any of us. It was the perfect end to a strange and unfulfilled day. Both of us weary now, and the lust almost drained from us, our passions given up to the circumstances that the day had brought. We had not started out with any expectation of being together, but the day had brought up such feelings that it had become the sole focus of our time together. As I pulled up to the apartment, my lady handed bi-girl a key and told her she'd be in, in a moment. As she disappeared inside, my lady turned to me and started unbuttoning her shirt... not to start anything, merely to give me back my shirt which she had borrowed early in the day when her brother had spilled food on her own... a moment which now seemed almost years ago. I motioned for her to stop and to just keep it, she shook her head no, "Bi-girl knows it's not my shirt, she'll have a fit all night long if she sees me with it." "So what?" "I'm too tired to have to deal with that, I just want to sleep and get her to the airport and not have any more bullshit to deal with for awhile." Having been the old romantic, I felt somewhat jilted that she did not want to keep the shirt. For her it was a practical thing, I, of course, saw it as something very different. She leaned in and gave me a very simple kiss on the cheek. It felt like a brush off, although I tried hard to not think that way because I know it wasn't intended as such. As she pulled away, her lips stayed close to mine for a second and I yanked her back towards me to take advantage of that. And like a light turned on in a room, suddenly our passions were as bright as ever, suddenly the weariness fell from our eyes, from our bodies, and the raging preoccupation of needing to be together took over again. She was only in her singlet now, and I could clearly see the outline her breast made, her nipples hardened and poked through the cotton as if to call out to my lips. A call, I feverishly answered, finally giving in to the intensity of that desire that had been destroying me all d ay long. I undid her pants and pulled them off with her panties in one go, so enraptured was I that I hadn't noticed the slight tears in her flesh I had left as my nails dragged along her skin. But the stinging of the torn flesh only heightened her desire and she threw me back against the seat, trying desperately to mount me now, trying to quench that aching that we both had felt throughout the day but couldn't act upon... her sweet pussy trying to find it's mark and impale itself on my throbbing cock...  |
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