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The session continues

Our sexy tea time story continues below. If you need part 1 see: It was a Dark and Stormy Session)


 I could feel every inch of my body responding to his hot breath on my skin.  As he moved down on me, my pussy tingled and my back arched to meet his face.  When his lips met the hollow of my left hip, I pushed my pussy directly to his mouth.  

John gently pushed me back down onto the bed and continued to work on the outside of my Venus mound.  Prolonging the session and basically driving me crazy.  I am releasing a low moan.  Just when I can't take anymore, I feel his fingers between my teddy and my swollen pussy lips.  I hear it.  Pop, pop . . .

I feel my teddy pop open and it is as if my pussy swells twice its size.  I could feel everything.  The air is cool and then suddenly I feel something hot and wet plunge deep into my opening.  He expertly licked and lapped up all of my wetness with his tongue.  I longed to be allowed to cum but he would bring me to the bring and then back off.  

He began the slow process of using his fingers inside of me.  First, he slid his right index finger into me.  He moved it in and out while he kept his tongue on my clit.  Then he slid a second finger into me.  Now he was flicking my clit.  I'm moaning. I'm squirming.  I'm aching.  I'm slowly being driven crazy.  Then he slid a 3rd finger into me and instead of his tongue, his thumb is rubbing my love button.  I could feel his pinky finger lightly tickling my ass.  I could feel his eyes on me and when I opened my eye I could see the pleasure of torturing me on his face.

He switched between pushing his thick rough fingers into me and using his tongue on my now aching for release.  Now I was begging him to let me cum but he would simply switch again.  Instead of allowing me to release, he worked harder to swell my love pearl and my g-spot.  He kept a devilish look on his face while he worked.  I was like an addict needing a fix, I was feening to orgasm.  My eyes must have looked crazed because suddenly I hear him growl, "Okay, squit at will."

Just as John moved to allow me to enjoy fully the massive release, I am brought back to reality but an alarm.  "What the hell is that?"  I say as I am crazed by the lack of release and confused by the sound.  Then suddenly, I remember, TEA!

I rush to the kitchen to unplug the kettle and bang on the fire alarm.  "Damn, I was so close!  FUCK!"

Just as I am about to cry from frustration, I feel John's hands on my hips.  He pushes his massive hard cock into my still wet and aching pussy while holding me up against the counter.  He strokes in and out while his hands move from my hips to my breasts.  He begins to gently pinch my nipples, which are hard as rocks.  As his fingers pinch harder, I breathe faster and my moan deepens.  Again, I feel myself on the verge of cumming.  

I can hear John's breath quicken as well.  "Cum with me my little cum slut!"  Normally I won't allow someone to talk to me that way but right now, "Yes, yes fuck me harder!" is the only thing I can say.  "Yes, please.  More!  More! More!"  escapes me suddenly and just as suddenly, I feel myself explode in absolute pleasure.  I release a low primal growl and somewhere in the dizzying effects of orgasm, I also released of gush of female ejaculate.  I just don't stop cumming and I can hear John cumming too.  He pulls back just slightly and pushes himself back in and I cum even harder.  I am a puddle of cum.  I'm full of his cum.  We stand in the kitchen resting against the counter.  His right hand on my hip and his left hand partially holding him up on the counter.  I can feel his still hard cock against my ass.

When I am no longer dizzy from cumming so much, I turn to face him.  I kiss him.  I feel his massive rod against me.  But my legs are too weak for another session in the kitchen.  I lead him back to the bed.  I push him down and I straddle him.  I'm not done.  It doesn't take much rocking from me to start building to orgasm again.  I raise my hips slightly and sit back down, grinding down as far as I can.  I need every inch of him.  Right now, it only feels good if it hurts just a little.  As I am enjoying the grind, I feel my clit start to vibrate hard.  Before I can look down I cum hard again.  I orgasm at least 5 more times before I can figure out that John had managed to pull out a vibrating egg and hold it to my clit.  Somehow that man had managed to not cum while I was riding him!  

He lifts my hips and spins me around and gently sits my asshole onto his massive cock.  I don't fight him.  I want to keep going.  He continues to gently work his cock up my ass.  He squirts cold lube on his dick as he works it into me.  I can feel the cold lube on my ass crack and keep sliding down slowly, ever so slowly down.  Then I'm sitting completely on him.  His massive cock deep in my ass. His hot rough hands on my breasts from behind.  I'm riding his massive dick hard.  I feel a mixture of pleasure and pain but I'm not quite able to orgasm.  Sensing my block, John manages to hand me the vibrating egg.  I place the egg directly on my clit and finally scream out in ecstasy.  The egg also stimulated John and I could feel him filling my ass with cum as I continued to ride.  I finally fell over onto the bed completely exhausted and dripping from both holes.  I curled over to John and I fell asleep almost instantly.



It was a dark and stormy session

I was sitting in my favorite chair, reading my very dog-eared copy of the best of Edgar Allan Poe, and enjoying a delicious cup of chai tea.  I could hear the rain hitting the roof of the shed and between the rain and Poe, I was completely lost in myself.  When suddenly, I felt eyes on me.  I was home alone.  I hadn't heard anyone enter the house.  I shook it off blaming my umpteenth reading of "The Raven" for the unsettling feeling that had washed over me.

My tea ran out, the rain had slowed down, and I was between stories so I headed to the kitchen.  The feeling of eyes had been replaced with thirst and a sudden need to pee.  Quickly I dashed to the bathroom after throwing my mug into the sink.  In my haste to get to the bathroom, I inadvertently threw my mug like a pitcher about to complete a no-hitter and I could hear the mug break as the sweet relief of my buttcheeks hitting the toilet seat overtook my body.  

While I released my bladder and contemplated the fate of my mug, the feeling of eyes on me came back.  I could hear something, someone out in the kitchen.  I held my breath and my pee as I strained to hear what exactly was going on out there.  After what seemed like forever, I decided that again, Poe was messing with my head.  Having finally completed my task, I headed back to the kitchen to survey the death of the mug and to make myself more tea.

The mug was broken into just two pieces so totally salvageable, score!  My tea kettle was not plugged in so I had to wait for hot water, bummer.  I pulled a new mug, placed my Lady Grey tea bag in the mug, and checked my phone as I leaned back against the counter.  I took a deep breath and suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I dropped my phone as I screamed with every inch of my body.  My hands suddenly free, I punched in the direction of my shoulder and caught my boyfriend in the chin as he was moving in for a kiss.

"What the fuck!?"

"What, oh shit!  What the fuck were you doing!?"

"Mandy, I was just trying to kiss you."

"I never heard you come in.  You were creeping around the house trying to scare me, weren't you?  You are always pulling that shit.  Next time, I'm going to just shot your ass thinking you are an intruder!"

"Woman, take a chill pill!"

"Motherfucker!  You know what to the bedroom, now!"

"Oh no!  Not the paddle!"

"You have been a bad boy.  You must be punished."

Slowly, John backed into the bedroom and dropped to the bed protecting his buns.

"You know the rules.  You know I hate being scared.  You know the punishment."

I slowly retract the paddle from the nightstand and give my palm a light smack.  The paddle produces a wonderfully loud thwack.

As I look him directly in the eyes, "I propose you scared me just to ensure you would get a paddling.  I think my bad boy rather likes it when his bespeckled librarian has to punish him.  Now turn over.  I want you across the bed on your belly.  Do not move.  You will not know when you will receive a whack.  You just have to wait and anticipate.  You have 5 whacks on tap."

He kicked off his shoes and turned over.  I moved to quickly change into something sexier.  Glasses, a messy bun, and old grey sweats are not cute.  Luckily, my clothes were behind John so he couldn't see me changing.  Grey sweats were replaced with a burgundy lace teddy.  My previously naked face was suddenly sporting the perfect shade of red.  From frumpy to hot in 30 secs flat!

"Mandy, what are you doing?  Can we just get this over with?"

"It is Mistress Mandy and no, we move on my time, not yours."

I could hear him exhale and relax.  I delivered my first whack.  "No sir this won't do.  I need to whack a bare ass.  Take your pants off.  Actually, on second thought, get naked."

He did not protest.  He turned towards me and noticed the outfit change and quickly removed every single stitch of clothing.  If my transformation was fast, he had to have set a new world record.  

Looking me directly in the eyes, he said, "Okay Mistress Mandy, what do you want me to do now?"

"I still owe you 4 whacks but I want you to eat my pussy first.  I want you to eat, finger, and make me cum.  You think you can handle that?"

I could see his cock swell in excitement.  I laid back on the bed and he moved in on me.  He began by kissing my neck and as he moved to my mouth I turned my head, "No, I don't want you to mess up my lipstick.  I want to have perfect lips as I cream your face deep in my pussy."

He arched his left eye, nodded, and moved back to my neck.  He moved slowly but urgently down my body.  He made sure to build heat as he moved towards my pussy and its ever-increasing wetness.  His hands reached ahead of his lips and played with my mound, lightly touching it and stroking the outside.  He resisted the temptation to quickly snap open my teddy and plunge his fingers in, instead, he touched my thighs,  lightly grazed my lips, let his fingers linger over the snaps moving the fabric so that I could feel the heat from his hands but not actually opening the snaps.

He stopped everything and climbed on top of me and humped me just a little.  He was working to drive me crazy before allowing any release.  He had actually forgotten completely about the paddle and that with the paddle in my hand my reach was much longer.  I reached down and landed one hard loud thwack.  

Confused he pulled back, "What the!"

"3," I said with a smile on my face.  "Eat," I commanded.

He begrudgingly lifted himself off of me and went back to work his way down my body but a bit more swiftly this time, except when he got to my right nipple where he took an extra-long time licking every single cell.




Seven Silly Scenarios

Short Quick Silly Sexy? Scenes

#1:
Before he dove deep into her goodness, he discreetly slipped his teeth into the side table.

#2:
While she didn't enjoy the aesthetic of the lack of teeth, she had to admit his gums drove her to new pleasure peaks.

#3:
He gummed her nipples with the energy of a breastfeeding baby while he slipped his 6-inch member deep into her wet hot pussy.

#4:
She began to pound his ass with the new larger dildo and then as he suddenly spasmed in ecstasy, his teeth landed on the floor in front of him.

#5:
Her breath quickened matching time with his thrust.  As he grasped her hips, he noticed the sound of galloping horses, which was odd since they are in New York in a 20th story penthouse.  He closed his mouth to hear better and the sound went away.  Oh, his denture cream was losing its effectiveness.

#6:
Their kisses grew more passionate and their hands began to explore each other's bodies.  Suddenly she found her tongue stuck in a groove and when she pulled back, his bottom denture came with it.

#7:
It was finally the night.  Food, fun, and fucking.  She grabbed an ear of corn and he began to sweat.  He thought he had chosen carefully, where did that come from?  She teased him, "Don't you want to bite this?"  He took a deep breath and went for it.  Why didn't he use more denture cream?


None of these were good enough for a whole story to be built around them but we thought you might enjoy these snippets.