Authors: Carla Parker
“I don’t know what’s taking you so long, but I had to start without you,” said Travis. I looked up and saw that he was standing on the top of the stairs with his cock in his hand. He was using his own spit and what was leaking from the top to smooth the way for a quick and easy jerk. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to finish without you. I thought that I might have to, but I heard the creaking of the stairs and it made me smile.” My mouth was wide open and being naked in his presence had made me feel a little self-conscious about the extra weight on my hips.
I had never had any complaints about my shape, but he was different and for some reason I wanted to please him in not only the sexual act, but also in the pleasure of seeing me
au naturel
. “I just needed a few moments to collect my thoughts. Everything is happening, so fast and it feels like my head is swimming.” I knew that I had a deadline back in my office, but the beauty of freelance made it possible for me to go back to that later on. Right now I had much better things to do with my time than to come up with an ad for a new deodorant. Then again, this could be classified as work related. After all, I was sweating and that need to feel clean was never more apparent than right now.
He was like the pied piper and he was walking backwards with his hands still stroking that magnificent penis. He did not look like the same Travis. He had filled out in all the right places. The one thing that didn’t change was the size of his manhood. It was still a very awe-inspiring sight to behold. No wonder Emily down the street was watching him so intently. If I were her, I would’ve thrown caution to the wind and grabbed him for a little something.
“I think that is our problem, Nikki. We’ve been thinking about this too much. You don’t have to be afraid of me and I’m not going to hurt you. That is of course, unless you want me to.” If I didn’t know any better, I would think that this was Travis’s big brother, but I knew for a fact that he didn’t have any siblings. “Like I said, all you have to do is reach out and take it.” I did exactly that and I held onto the base and could feel the heat, as he walked backwards, until we were inside his bedroom.
I saw up on his bed that there was a Superman bedspread and all around was his collection of memorabilia concerning superheroes. This did remind me of Travis, but not the Travis that I was now holding onto, or the Travis that was now lifting my chin and leaning in for a kiss. The moment felt like it was taking forever and then when he finally planted one on me, I thought that I was going to faint from the sheer anticipation.
It was one of those lingering, passionate kisses that kept going, until there was nothing left to do, but pull away from each other with a breathless moan. He had his hands on my hips. He turned me and pushed me back on the bed with this leering gaze on his face. “Finally, we don’t have to pretend anymore. You have to know that he… that I have always felt this way.” I don’t know why, but the way that he said that made me pause for a second. It didn’t last long, especially when he lifted my left leg into the air and over his shoulder.
My other leg was on the bed, as he began to lick my toes and suck each individual one, until I was squirming on that bed for some sort of pleasurable relief. “I need this and I’m glad that you came to me willingly.” He made it sound like he was going to take me one way or the other. His forcefulness was a little jarring, but it was exactly what I wanted. It didn’t give me time to do much thinking, as he started a slow climb from my ankle up to my knee with his tongue.
“I still have to pinch myself to believe that I’m actually here with you, Travis. It just doesn’t seem possible that this day has finally arrived.” I was staring at him, unable to take my eyes off of what he was doing with his tongue. He was getting ever closer to my sodden hole and my little kitten was almost begging for some kind of attention. I was wet and I don’t mean just a trickle, because just looking down I could see that I was dripping onto his bedspread. I’d never been this sexually excited in my life.
“You don’t have to pinch yourself, because you are here. The salt of your skin is the perfect appetizer, but now I need the main course.” I was up on my elbows watching him and that one leg was stretched and pointing towards the ceiling. He planted kisses on the inside of my thighs and then he made a slow journey towards the object of his desire. My body was on high alert and that sexual tension that was in the air was taking me on a journey that I would never forget.
“Holy mother of God,” I said. I don’t know why I said that, but it was the first thing that came to mind when he put his tongue inside me for a brief second. He pulled it back and then he wiggled it in front of my eyes like some kind of tease. “Put it back in… PUT IT BACK IN!” I was almost screaming at him and he was purposely letting me hang there in the air. “You can’t do this! You can’t just put your tongue in for a second and then leave me wanting!”
He traced a finger down over my taut stomach. “What makes you think that I’m going to leave you wanting? I could never do that. You’re not even going to leave this room, until you are a puddle of your former self. You’re going to be exhausted, completely satiated and if it was possible, you’ll have smoke coming off of your skin.” I had this itch that he had only barely begun to scratch. “Nikki, I hope that you ready for this.” I was ready for this the moment that I met him. All those years that had gone by had only strengthened that feeling. I buried it, but it still was there and all I had to do was feel that he wanted me to open my eyes.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck!” I cried. He stabbed me with his tongue and he continued to fuck me over and over again with that very agile digit. I was moving on the bed and I had my eyes closed and was concentrating on the pleasures that he was inflicting on me. It was like I was his experiment and that he was gauging every response with what he was going to do next. “You’ve got it…my body is yours. It’s always been yours… I’m going to fucking CUMMMMMMMMM.” He was like a madman possessed. He held onto my ass cheeks and pulled me towards his face to get even better contact. My slippery lips were keeping him in a constant supply of my juices.
That first orgasm was an eye-opener. I had to stare at the ceiling and let those waves of sexual energy caress my skin and turn me into a little slut for his cock.
I lay there with my two hands against my heart, feeling it beating against my fingertips and I felt something dragging along my stomach. I opened my eyes instinctively and I saw that he was pushing his cock up, until it was enveloped within my breasts. I didn’t have the energy to push them against him, but he had done that himself. His own natural secretions were giving him the necessary pathway up to my mouth. Each time that he appeared at the top, I would swipe my tongue across and get a brief taste of his manly essence.
“I’ve forgotten what sex was like, but you’ve definitely reminded me, Nikki,” he said. He was holding onto the headboard and he was rocking his hips back and forth between my breasts. This time, I did find a reserve of energy that allowed me to press my breasts against his member. The heat of his shaft was causing a stir down below and now I wanted one more thing and I think we both knew what that was.
“Travis, I want to suck it and then I want you to fuck me,” I said. I never thought that I would say those words to my best friend, but they fell right of me somehow. It felt natural to be in his arms and I could swear that he knew just what buttons to push to get me to do anything for him. I opened my mouth to say something else, but he took that opportunity to slip his cock head into my mouth. He didn’t move and only his cock head was on top of my tongue, but that was not nearly enough for me. I did what I had to do, grabbing him by the base and pulling him into the tightness of my throat.
“Nikki, I haven’t had anything near as good as this in all the years that I’ve lived. I’ve never found a woman that was this responsive and able to take the kind of loving that I was capable of giving. You love him…you love me and you always have and I think it’s a crying shame that we haven’t been together. I love what you’re doing with your tongue and the heat of your mouth is almost too much for me to bear. You can feel my cock swelling even more, and I really have missed that feeling of complete euphoria before and after an orgasm.” He made it sound like he really hadn’t had an orgasm for a long time.
The vein along the back side of his cock was quite pronounced. I had every reason to believe that I was going to get a mouthful if I didn’t do something to stop him. Unfortunately, each time I tried to pull away, he would grab my hair and keep me right where I was. He was moaning and then these strange words started to come out of his mouth. I had no idea what he was saying and I had no time to think about it. The floodgates opened up and my mouth was awash in creamy delight.
He still had his hand curled in my hair and he gave me short thrusts along the surface of my tongue. One spurt after the other was thicker than the rest. I wished I had more time to savor the taste, but there was just too much there and I had to continually swallow to keep up with the flow. When he pulled free, he was still hard and I had not seen that in a man of his age. Usually, that is for younger guys in their teens or early twenties. He had just reached his 30
th
birthday. As for me, had I been about five years older, I would’ve been considered a cougar.
He was looking at me with this salacious smile on his face and then everything changed in a blink of an eye. I thought that he was going to fuck me, but instead he did something that was entirely out of character for somebody that was in his position. His face changed and he became hard and unfeeling.
“Nikki, I think that you should leave. Your clothes are probably right where you left them and I would collect them and go home.” He had said it with no real feeling, but there was this chill in the air that I had felt when I heard him speak the other night. I thought that he was kidding and that this was some sort of game, but he actually grabbed me very roughly and pulled me to my feet off the bed. “I don’t think I’m going to have to say it again. Please leave.” I was completely stunned, unable to say much in the way of an argument. I could still taste the remains of his cream on my tongue. I wanted more, but it didn’t look like I was going to get it.
I was puzzled, but I went downstairs, put my clothes back on and made my way back out to the road. I turned and saw him on top of his house with his hands outstretched and looking towards the sky. He was completely naked and it was a good thing that the only people around at this time of day were myself and the widow down the street. Speaking of the widow, she was standing in her yard watering her lawn with her mouth wide open and watching Travis. I would’ve done the same thing, except that I had already seen him in his birthday suit.
I continually looked back behind me, not quite believing that he was on top of his house with nothing on but a smile. I jumped two feet, as a crack of thunder appeared out of nowhere. A lightning bolt came down and if I didn’t know any better, I would swear that he had just grabbed it right out of the sky. There were three more and once again, it appeared that he was letting them strike him right in the hands. It had to be some kind of optical allusion. Thankfully, Emily was a little embarrassed and had gone back into her house before that happened.
I went back in the house and I closed the drapes, because I really didn’t want to see any more of what was going on.
*****
I immersed myself into my work. I was tempted to go up and take a very cold shower. Then again, there was also that temptation of taking a hot one and using the nozzle head of the shower to give myself that relief that I had been looking for with him. I didn’t do either of those things. Instead I sat there with that elusive orgasm screaming in my ears. I did come up with a remarkable slogan for that deodorant commercial: ‘When there is too much heat… keep it dry.’
I had to make three 30 second commercials and I made a mint for only doing a few minutes of work. My clients didn’t even want the commercials produced, as they had their own production staff that was going to do the voice overs.
I remembered last night. I had to go pick up my truck, and make that report about the taxi driver to the police. It took a little while, but it had to be done. I only told the police the basics. When I came back with my truck, I put on a pot of coffee.
The whole time, I couldn’t get over the image of Travis standing on his house. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way that his cock was. It was so damn tasty that I didn’t dare drink anything. If I did, I would lose that taste and I had no idea when or if I was going to get it again. I remembered the words that he said during climax. Everybody says strange things at that time. I had one guy say, “Here it is girl… This is my gift to you.” I also had one say, “This is my touchdown…touchdown…touchdown.” I just never heard anything like what came out of Travis’s month before. It was garbled and I only wished that I had a tape recorder at the time.
My doorbell was ringing, but I wasn’t expecting visitors. It could be that the widow Emily down the street had decided to come over and talk openly about her feelings for Travis. I had already told her that I was attracted him, only to have my advances rebuffed. She might have gotten a different response, but the loss of her husband had caused her to shy away from social engagements.
I stood at my door and I had my hand on the chain, but then for some reason I didn’t feel safe. I pulled the flimsy yellow curtain aside an inch to see a man in a black suit standing there looking all professional and detached. There is something to say for a man in a suit and the fact that Travis had left me on the edge had only made me susceptible to whatever piece of ass showed up at my door.