Phase Zero Clinical Trial: Response To Hypnozamine In The Human Female
by B Pascal
We found a parking spot on her block and retrieved the bowls from the floor of the back seat. As she bent over in those tight shorts, it was like she was wearing nothing at all and I could feel my boner straining at my zipper. I stayed just slightly behind her as we walked so she’d be less likely to see me in profile. I managed to get it under control before we reached the brightly lit lobby.
In the elevator she said, “Let me make you a cup of coffee before you go, so you stay awake.”
I said thanks, good idea, while I was speculating what that butt would feel like under my hands.
She talked about the party on the way up in the elevator, and then let us into her apartment.
“Just put those on the counter,” she said as she put up a kettle for hot water.
I leaned against the counter in the narrow kitchen as she fussed about in one of the cupboards, taking out a jar of instant coffee. She turned sideways, facing me as she squeezed past me, but there really wasn’t room for two here, and we were stuck pressed up against each other, face to face.
I looked at her for a moment, watching her eyes. I swallowed and said, “Liz, I hope you won’t think too badly of me, but I need to know how this feels.” I reached up with both hands pressing my fingers to her face, then leaned in for a soft kiss.
It felt fabulous, electric, like a current was running between us. She made a small sound in her throat, then pushed her lips against mine and I felt a little tongue. I felt like I was paralyzed, unable to pull away, not that I’d want to, so I leaned in harder and gave it my all.
When the both of us were gasping for air, we finally pulled apart. I looked into her eyes as deeply as I could, looking for what she was feeling. I couldn’t quite read it. I said, “I’m not sure how to explain what I feel like now, something like I’m standing in a strong magnetic field and the air is humming and vibrating around me. That was... extraordinary.”
She took a breath and said, “A good word for it. With me, it was my legs getting a little weak, and it was only your fingers holding me up.”
“Liz...” I chose my words carefully, because even though I knew this was what she wanted, I also wanted her conscious mind to think well of me. “Liz, these past couple of months, I have been so intimidated by you, in spite of admiring your insight and talent, that I’ve been almost afraid to do anything.
“I know how men look at you, what they want from you, and I was afraid that you’d lump me in with them automatically just because of my gender. But I can’t help being so drawn to you that it keeps me awake at night. You can’t know how long I’ve wanted just to give you that simple little kiss. And how good it felt.
“I consider you a friend, and someone I look up to, but I have to confess that I’m falling in love with you. I don’t know what you’re looking for with us, but now you own me, because I have just admitted how I feel about you.”
She hadn’t stopped watching me the entire time I had been speaking, and she was silent for another minute while she watched me suffer. Then I saw a smile start at the corner of her mouth and in a few seconds she was grinning at me.
“What?” I asked. “Are you laughing at me?”
She shook her head, then put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for another kiss, and this time there was nothing gentle about it, lots of tongue, her body pressed against mine.
She could not have been unaware of my boner, because it was hard as a rock and pressing into her groin.
She said, “Come with me,” and took my hand. As she led me out of the kitchen, I reached behind me and turned off the kettle on the stove.
She led me down the short hallway into her bedroom, which I’d never seen before now. Not large (it was an apartment, after all), but big enough to move around in and big enough for a queen-sized bed.
She sat on the end of the bed, and patted the space beside her. I sat, and she took both my hands. She thought for a moment before she spoke.
“You were right about part of that, the way guys look at me, what they want from me, I get that all the time. It’s so tedious, so predictable. It’s like mosquitoes buzzing around you, they’re annoying but there’s not much you can do about them except swat them occasionally.
“But you were never like that. It puzzled me a bit, I thought for a while you might be asexual, but eventually I saw the looks.”
She must have seen my face, because she laughed out loud.
“Oh, if you could see yourself now. What, you thought I didn’t see you looking at me? Women develop a sixth sense, Halloran, so I knew. I also saw the way you reacted when I touched you, or kissed your cheek. But even when you were looking at me like that, you were still sweet and interested in my writing and my opinions, we could joke back and forth. That is so rare—for me, anyway.
“I even talked about it with one of my friends—you haven’t met her yet—and we discussed whether I should be more direct or not. I eventually decided just to wait and see what happened, which was tough because I was liking you more and more, and I wanted you to do something.
“You’re doing it again, Sam, with the face and the open mouth. I should take pictures so I’ll remember this. Anyway, you finally did and here we are. I just wanted to tell you how nice it’s been to be able to talk with you and spend time with you, and now we’re going to take another step. Are you scared? ’Cause I am.”
“No, I’m not scared. I’m terrified. I also can’t wait.”
She put her hands over her mouth again and laughed out loud, and I thought, I really love when she does that, it makes her look so vulnerable.
Liz said, “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but there was no time to think about it now. I’d file it away and process it later. I was pretty sure I was going to be busy for awhile.
She reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. I put my hand on her arm, and asked, “Can I do that? It’s been kind of a fantasy of mine.”
She smiled and put both arms behind her on the bed and leaned back, watching me. I reached over and continued fumbling with the buttons, mostly getting it right. At the last button, I had to pull the shirt tail out of her shorts so I could reach it. I undid the last fastener, and pulled the shirt open.
The bra was doing its best, but it was struggling. How it all fit in there, I’d never know. The tops of her breasts were pushing out of the bra, and I finally had to lean in and kiss the exposed part of each.
“I’m speechless, Liz, I spent more time than you could know imagining you, speculating what you might look like, and it’s so far distant from the reality that words fail me.”
She was almost laughing at me now. “That’s good,” she said, “keep the compliments coming like that, I’ll let you know when to stop.”
I stood up, and said, “Give me your hands and stand up.”
When she was standing before me, I looked in her eyes, slipped the blouse over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I leaned down and nibbled on her ear while I reached behind her and grappled with the hooks on her bra until it fell free. I slid it over her shoulders and pulled it slowly off her. It fell to the floor between us.
“Oh. Dear God, you’re perfect.”
And she was. The Internet was like a Sears catalog for the best boobs in the world, but they’d missed hers. Hers were so round and full and firm that they almost didn’t need a bra. I think the bra was there mostly to keep them from jiggling as she moved, which would cause all productive work at RBP to grind to a halt.
I cupped one in each hand, glorying in how they felt under my fingers. I bent my knees and planted kisses on each one, trying not to leave any place neglected, then sucked a nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. She moaned. I liked hearing that, so I did it some more, then I did the other one.
I stood up. “I can’t wait. I have to see the rest of you, Liz.” My hands were at her waist, trying to find the button that held her waistband together. When I got it undone, I found the zipper, then I looked into her eyes as I pushed the zipper slowly down.
Her lip started trembling and she was blinking rapidly now, and when I reached the bottom of the zipper’s run, I let my fingers continue downward until they just touched her crotch. She groaned and closed her eyes.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and grasped the cuffs of her shorts, tugging downward.
No movement. I tugged again, they still didn’t move.
“Is this a test I have to pass, like in Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade? Is this where you determine if I’m worthy or not?“
“Are you worthy, Halloran? We’ll find out.” She was having fun with me now, wanting to see how long it would take me.
“I could always cut them off. That might be fun. Might have to restrain you, wouldn’t want the scissors to hurt you accidentally.”
“Ooo, is this the kinky side of Sam Halloran? We’ll have to explore that some more.”
I gave the shorts another try, this time putting my hands inside the back of her shorts and pushing down. Which put my hands in contact with her ass, which felt even more glorious than I’d imagined.
And I felt some movement of the shorts, too. Apparently the butt cheeks had been holding the shorts in place, and if I pushed the waistband over the butt cheeks it loosened them enough that I could slip them off.
And so they fell to her ankles, leaving her clad only in white bikini panties and sandals. I leaned in and kissed from her stomach down to her pubis, while my hands tried to grasp the cheeks of her ass. My hands weren’t large enough. I dropped my head lower and kissed her crotch, and heard a low moan.
I was getting a little dizzy, perhaps lack of oxygen, so I knelt down and unfastened the buckles of her sandals so they slipped off her feet, and she was able to step out of her shorts.
“Sweet Jesus, Conway. I am overwhelmed. I need a moment, please. Just let me look at you.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. She stood there demurely, almost naked, while I took her in. I’d need more than a minute or two, I thought, I’d need a lifetime.
“Turn around for me, please, Liz. Let me see the back.”
She knew what she had, she knew her best attributes, and that ass was one of them. I was smiling to myself, amused at all those times in the cafeteria and elsewhere at work, as she walked away and I was trying to picture what was under the dress. It had been, in retrospect, a failure of imagination. This was, no doubt about it, the best ass in the known universe. It was glorious, dazzling, magnificent. It was majestic.
She turned back and smiled at me. “Well?” she said.
“I hadn’t been sure till now, but there is a God. Only He could have created a butt like that.”
She laughed, delighted at the compliment.
I stood up. “Come here, Liz.” I opened my arms and wrapped them around her as she pressed into my chest. I slid my hands down her waist, got my thumbs into the elastic of her panties and slid them over her hips.
They fell to her ankles, and I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, sliding the tips of my fingers between her legs and hearing her gasp. Her pussy was trimmed, a patch of pubic hair above her clit, the labia and surrounding area shaved. I brought one hand around and gently rubbed it up and down her slit, as she started to whimper.
I did that for a few minutes more until she was gasping, needing more. “I need to get naked, Liz, right now I need my body next to yours, skin to skin.”
“Let me, please. I want to do it.”
She pushed me back and the bed caught me behind my knees and I was forced into a sitting position on the mattress. She gave me an evil smile, like a Western movie villain saying, ’You fell into my trap, just as I planned, Peoria Pete’.
She dropped to her knees, unlaced my shoes and pulled them off, then reached up and unhooked my belt. There was a button and a clasp on the waistband of my trousers, but she had them open in an instant. With a smug little smile she drew the zipper down to the bottom, then let her hand continue trailing down until she cupped my balls in her palm and squeezed. I said, “Oh, fuck.”
She released her hands, made me lift my butt, tugged, and the pants fell to my ankles. She lifted each foot in turn and slipped the pants off. Then she started unbuttoning the shirt from the bottom up, until the topmost button fell loose, and she pushed the shirt lapels open, and rubbed her face on my chest. I wonder why this is a thing with women, that they rub against you and smell you. Not that I was complaining, mind you, just idle scientific curiosity.
I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and it fell back onto the bed. Liz ran her hands up the outside of my legs to the ribs and back down again. The second time she stopped at my waist, hooked her thumbs in the elastic of my shorts, and pulled them down. My dick sprang loose and almost slapped her in the face. She laughed out loud.
“Well, that was impolite. I’ll have to teach it some manners.”
She took my dick firmly in one hand and licked the tip like a lollipop. My whole body was resonating now and I was saying, to myself, “Oh, shit, oh, shit.” It was exquisite and it was excruciating. My dick was demanding more, but I knew if there was much more, I would shoot a load halfway across the room and then I’d be useless for almost everything.
She wasn’t done. I hadn’t been aware of it because my eyes were closed tight, focusing with all my might trying to stave off orgasm, but she was looking up at me, watching me, measuring my responses. She opened her mouth and, as lightly as a feather, brushed the rim of my cock with her lips as she slid it into her mouth.
“Oh, Jesus, Liz, you have to stop, please, before it’s too late. I don’t want this to be over before it really starts.”
“Just when things were getting interesting. All right, Sam, maybe we can play MadLibs, or something stimulating like that.”
“No, I want you to lie next to me on the bed, so I can look at you, touch you, find some interesting places to kiss you and lick you.”
So we both wormed our way onto the bed, our bodies touching, and every place they connected felt amazingly sensitive.
The more I looked at her face, the more interesting I found it. I was fascinated with the shape of her ear, and especially her earlobe. I had specifically added the earlobe trigger alongside the ’cum for me’ trigger, because there might be a time that I didn’t want to or was unable to talk. I’ll try that later.
Her skin was beautiful, flawless. Was that genetics, I wondered, or did she have some specific regimen for maintaining her skin? I started kissing the place under her ear, moving down to her neck, because I loved the feel of her skin under my lips.
I guess she did, too, because she was breathing faster. I moved down onto her chest, squeezing her left boob with my hand while I kissed it. She rolled partway onto her back, to give me better access. I moved onto her nipple, pinching it between my lips and nibbling on it and above me I heard, “Oh! Yes, like that.” So I kept it up for awhile, then moved over to the other one, just to be democratic. I wondered if she’d like...
I took her nipple between my teeth and bit lightly, pulling the nipple away from her breast until it popped out of my grip. She said, “Oh, shit, yes.” So just a touch of pain, she likes that.
My right hand was busy now stroking her labia, still a little dry. Our first time, she was probably nervous, but not as nervous as I. I lowered my hand just a bit and pressed with my fingertips and felt her pussy open. I didn’t want to push them in yet, because it was too soon for her to cum, but it would get her aroused and ready.
I started kissing my way down her body, licking her skin every few inches, making her anticipate the destination. By the time I reached her belly button, her breathing was a little ragged and she would sometimes catch her breath with an “Ahh.”
When I reached her pubis she was gripping the back of my neck pretty tight, squeezing. I sat up and looked at her and I thought my heart would break, she was so gorgeous. I used my two hands to urge her thighs apart, which opened her labia a little, and now I thought I could see it glistening faintly.
I shifted position so I was kneeling between her legs, and gave a long lick from the entrance to her pussy up her labia to just below her clit. She put her hands on my head again and said, “Oh, Jesus, Sam, yes, please.”
So this time from top to bottom, and for variation I flicked my tongue side to side, occasionally stabbing it inward, which made her choke. I kept that up for a good while because her pussy felt wonderful under my tongue and I loved hearing her responses above me.
I put my hands on her thighs where they joined her hips and extended my thumbs inward and pulled her labia gently apart. Now the whole interior was exposed, as well as part of her clit. I moved my tongue in circles, moving higher slowly, and the higher I got the slower my rate of ascension.
By the time I got within half an inch of her clit she was hitting the back of my head, crying,
“Oh, please, Sam, don’t tease me now, I need this, please!”
And I, evil person that I was, was thinking about all those times she flaunted herself, teasing me, effectively saying, you can look, but no touching. Of course she didn’t, not intentionally, it just felt like that to me, so I drew this out, moving as slowly as a glacier until she was begging me.
And only because my tongue was getting tired, I moved the last quarter inch up and attacked her clit with my tongue, and she went off, one release after another, leaving her gasping and crying out, “Oh, God, yes!”
I alternated between hard licks and pulling the clit with my lips until it got so sensitive that she pushed me away, saying, “No more, I can’t...”
I squirmed up next to her, just so I could watch her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing rapid, and her mouth was half open. I kissed her shoulder and her chin, and put my arm around her. She looked a bit worn out, but utterly peaceful.
I was feeling so blessed to be here with her, that I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the touch of her body under my fingers. When I opened them again, she was looking at me closely.
“Hi,” I said, “fancy meeting you here.”
“I come here frequently,” she replied, not missing a beat, “almost every day, in fact.”
“I couldn’t see you from my remote location, but that sounded like you were having a good time.”
“You scientists have a gift for understatement. That was intense, Sam, it was like one after another. I’d be coming down from one, and there was a second one right behind it. It got to the point where I had to rest, I was too sensitive. Amazing.”
“That was the reaction I was looking for. Amazing works. And I really liked making you feel good like that. It gave me such a rush.”
“I think it wore me out. I may need a little recuperation time.”
“No, we’re on a schedule here, Conway, there’ll be no lollygagging if we’re to meet our quota.”
“Yes, a quota. It’s our first time, so let’s keep it manageable, let’s say twelve orgasms in the next two hours.”
She had a really nice laugh when she let loose, open and loud and happy, not at all self-conscious.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think my medical insurance covers those kinds of excesses.”
“Well, I must say I’m disappointed, I was hoping that you’d be better prepared. All right, we’ll do the best you can. For now, while you recuperate, I think I want to examine the parts of you that I didn’t see closely enough. Why don’t you lie on your stomach?”
She turned onto her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms, and as she settled in, I was stunned by the shape of her, the way her upper torso narrowed into that little waist, then swelled out into those hips, flaunting that amazing ass, and descending into spectacular legs. It was about as perfect a silhouette as I’d ever seen.
I traced the curve of her body with my fingertips, and I must have hit a couple of erogenous zones on the way because I heard her catch her breath. I followed her spine with my lips, and that led me inexorably to that astounding butt. It would be criminal to overlook this scenic spot, so I lingered, kissing all of it and licking a few of the more interesting parts.
I had forgotten that she’d mentioned during her ’truth serum’ talk, that she liked her butt fucked, so her ass must be sensitive, so win-win, she likes it played with, I like playing with it.
“Spread your legs just a bit, please, Liz.”
She did, and that opened up the crack in her ass a bit more. I moved down again and got between her legs and nearly fainted. Her whole pussy was exposed now, along with her asshole, and they were glorious. Part of me was ready to jump on her and stuff my dick into the first hole I found, but then I’d be done, and I needed to play with her some more.
So I knelt down, pulled her ass cheeks apart with my thumbs, and flicked my tongue back and forth moving down her crack. As I got closer to her butthole, she raised her head slightly and choked out, “Ohmigod, ohmigod.”
When I reached her asshole I tried to ram my tongue in. It wouldn’t go, of course, but it didn’t matter because she was so wound up now, so close, that she was shouting, “Oh, Sam, don’t stop, like that!” Fifteen seconds of that, then I slid my middle finger into her ass and she was over the cliff. “Jesus, yes, I’m cumming, baby, yes!”
Her pelvis was pounding into the bed, her butt twisting, and I was having a hard time keeping my finger in her ass. While she twerked, I was thinking, these little suggestions make life a lot easier for all parties involved, don’t they?
She was winding down now, and I pulled my finger out, and just rubbed her ass and her perineum. Above me, her breath was rasping, while she moaned, “Oh, Christ, yes.”
I moved up beside her again. Her head was turned away from me, but I put my hand on her back to let her know I was there. I just watched her breathe and admired the shape of her body.
Maybe five minutes later, she lifted her head and turned it so she could look at me. I couldn’t read her face. I mean, she looked worn out and happy, but it was otherwise neutral.
“Halloran,” she said, “you’re full of surprises. That got me off really hard, and I wasn’t expecting it. How did you know I liked to have my ass played with?”
“Well, I didn’t, really. I mean, you were making agreeable noises when I was licking your butt cheeks, but that doesn’t always mean that people like things in their ass, so I was taking a chance, hoping that you wouldn’t jump up and say, ’That’s disgusting, how could you? Take your clothes and get out!’ I was relieved to find that you liked it. Because I liked doing it to you and getting that reaction.”
“I’m still vibrating, Sam.”
“And a wonderful sight to see it is.”
She smiled. “So are you one of those guys who practice Indian ascetics, the denial of pleasure,
’cause you’ve been sporting that erection for quite a long time now.”
“No asceticism involved, but I do get a rush from watching you cum. It’s really quite beautiful, and if I can see a few of those and then get off myself, I’ll consider it a perfect evening.”
“I don’t think I have another in me.”
“Yes, you do. I can see a couple more. They don’t have to be right now, we can rest and talk, but they’re hiding in there. I know where to find them.”
She laughed at that. “So you were a Boy Scout, you know tracking and finding secret places.
Did you practice with the local Girl Scouts?”
“I wasn’t that precocious. But I still know how to find the orgasms, get them out into the open.”
So we talked like that, joking sometimes, talking seriously at others, just enjoying each other’s company. After twenty minutes or so we were lying almost nose to nose, looking into the other’s eyes while we spoke. My hand was idly trailing up and down her hip and thigh, sometimes brushing that place between her legs, and I could feel her catch her breath again.
I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth and she put her hand on the back of my head to hold it there. “That feels really nice, Sam.”
“Yes, it does,” I confirmed from my end. I pushed into her breast, trying to suck as much into my mouth as I could, and she rolled onto her back again. Her leg fell loosely and spread wide so my right hand was now able to stroke her damp labia. More than damp now, they were wet.
So I rubbed slowly, spreading the lips open with my fingers, occasionally letting a fingertip poke into her pussy, or rise high enough that I accidentally brushed her clit. And the instructions were telling her that she was getting closer and closer to the edge, and even having cum several times, she knew she needed this one, too.
I was on one elbow, watching her while I stroked her cunt, and I saw her getting wound up, desperate for the release that was really close.
She saw me watching her, and she was almost angry at me, saying, “You bastard, look what you’ve done to me, you can’t leave me like this. It’s not fair.”
“You didn’t believe me, Liz, you thought you were done, you’ve got more in you, don’t you.
Are you ready to cum, Liz, do you want me to get you off?”
“Yes, damn you, I do, I need it, give it to me!”
“That would give me great joy, Liz, to watch you cum again, so we will.”
I was still looking in her eyes, watching her reactions, when I slapped her wet pussy. She jumped, mouth open, but I was rubbing it again, gently. She settled back, and again I slapped, then rubbed, sometimes sticking a finger partway in. The rhythm was irregular, she didn’t know what was coming, and she was desperate, and I thought I saw her lips moving, saying, “Please, please.”
I shifted down a little so I could sit up, then slid two fingers deep in her pussy, hooked upward, and rubbed as fast as I could, trying to find her G-spot.
I was pretty sure I’d found it when her upper torso lifted off the bed, her mouth wide open, and she wailed, “Oh, GOD! YES! Yesyesyes, don’t stop, baby, don’t stop!”
The face she wore when she was cumming was so different from her public face, that I would not have recognized her. This was a woman who was completely immersed in her body and its sensations, reveling in it, throwing herself into it.
It took her some time to wind down, and it was clear when she’d had enough when she grabbed my wrist with both hands and I thought she’d break it in half. So I stopped. She held on for a little while, then suddenly relaxed and went limp, her breathing slowing down to normal. She was going to be out for awhile.
I got up and went to the bathroom, peed and splashed some water on my face. I felt great, king of the world-great, sex with the most beautiful woman on the planet, and watching those pleasures wash over her. Back in the bedroom, I stopped and fished the condoms out of my wallet and placed them on the night table next to the bed, then lay down beside her again.
Once again, I was overwhelmed by my good fortune, that this amazing woman had decided that she wanted to spend time with me, to be lovers and friends. I watched her sleeping, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, I could see her eyes twitching under the closed lids as she dreamed about something—me, I hope.
I leaned in and kissed her shoulder, not to wake her, just because I wanted to say I was still here, watching over her. I closed my eyes, just to rest them while she slept.
My body had other ideas, apparently, and when I woke, she was looking at me, a half smile on her face.
“I was watching you,” she said.
“I was watching you, before, while you were sleeping. It was better than Game Of Thrones.“
She barked a little laugh. ”Game Of Thrones has a better plot.“
“Maybe,” I said, “but the visuals on this one are far superior.”
Point to me. She smiled and leaned in and kissed me as reward for the compliment.
She burrowed into my chest, putting an arm around me. “Sam? I think I passed out after that last one. It was so powerful. No one’s ever done that to me before, what you did with your fingers. I wasn’t expecting it, and it just consumed me, it was so intense that I couldn’t stay awake, conscious, so I shut down.
“It was wonderful, and maybe the most powerful part of it was seeing you looking at me while I was being swept away, and I felt myself falling unconscious. And as I went I remember feeling this sense of joy, happiness. I think I dreamed about it, too. And then when I finally awoke, you were there beside me. It was really nice.”
“Liz, I can’t explain exactly why I get this rush, this feeling of elation when I watch you cum, it just makes me really happy to get you there. Just so you know I wasn’t being entirely selfless.”
“Oh, I think this going to work out really well. A guy who gets off on giving me orgasms. I’m going to be the envy of all my friends.”
“I’d prefer that we keep this between ourselves, if you don’t mind. Our secret.”
“You’re not going to allow me a little bragging?”
I thought back to my last conversation with Maria, and the resentment I felt. “I think, Liz, that it should be enough, if you must talk about it with your friends, to just say I made you happy and to omit the details.”
Maybe she saw something in my face, I don’t know, but she nodded and said, “Okay.”
Her left hand had found my thigh, and when she shifted position slightly it fell and her fingers landed on my half-limp dick. She was quiet for a moment, then she pushed herself up on her elbow and looked at me.
“Wait. You never got off, did you? You haven’t even put this thing inside me! You made me cum so many times I forgot about you. Why didn’t you say something?”
“I told you why. Because I was getting a rush from watching you get off.”
“Sam, now I feel bad. This has been all about me, and it shouldn’t be like that.”
“It wasn’t. Liz, listen to me. This has been the most amazing day of my life, and it’s not over. It really did make me happy to watch you cum, and I was ready after that last one. But I wasn’t going to wake you just so I could get my rocks off.”
I paused, then went on.
“That said, now that you’re awake, what are you going to do about it?”
She gave me a delighted laugh, and said, “Just you watch.” She pushed me onto my back and slid her body up mine until her lips were on mine, and kissed me hard, lots of tongue.
She pulled off and leered at me. “Now you’re in for it, lab rat. I’m going to make you beg.”
She slithered slowly down my body, kissing my skin as she went, and I thought I’d cum just from feeling her body sliding against mine. When she reached my hips, she took my dick in her hand and stroked it, looking at it, raising her head every so often so she could monitor me.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my dick and smiled when she heard me gasp.
It wasn’t hard yet, but it was sure sensitive. So she did it again. And again.
She cupped my balls with one hand and with the other put her thumb and two fingers at the base of my cock and stroked it slowly, just an inch, as she watched me. By this time she had me whimpering.
She looked back at my dick, opened her mouth and slid her lips over it, sliding up and down.
“Oh, Christ, Liz, ohmigod, yes, yes.”
I’ve had women suck my dick before. It’s always good, and sometimes it’s great, if it’s someone with some practice and finesse. But I’ve never had someone suck my dick like she did. I don’t think it was because she was so much better than other women, but rather that it was a woman I was in love with who was doing it because she wanted me to feel good.
And Jesus, did it feel good! This felt amazing, and when I thought it couldn’t get much better, she started her tongue moving in a counterpoint to the motion of her mouth, and I thought, I could die now and it would have been worth it.
My dick was about as hard as it’s ever been by now and I was helpless, I couldn’t move because I was afraid I was going to miss some specific thing she was doing. She was bringing me right to the edge.
My brain, which is a bit strange at the best of times, now was doing a flashback to one of those late-night television infomercials, where the huckster, after telling you what a great bargain you’re going to get if you order, says, “But, wait! There’s more!”
Because Liz, when I thought it couldn’t get any better, looked up at me, and making sure she had my attention, opened her mouth and dropped all the way down on my dick, enveloping it in her mouth, wrapping her lips tight around the shaft, and working her way slowly up it until it popped out of her mouth.
I said, “If you do that one more time, it’s over, I’m going to cum in your throat. Please, Liz, that is beyond wonderful, but I want to be inside you. No more.”
She’d proved her point, so she didn’t need to go on. She knew she could own me whenever she wanted, so she slid up next to me and said, “What would you like to do?”
“The possibilities are so numerous that I wouldn’t know where to start, but how about the old standby for the first time, with me on top? Do you have a favorite position?”
“No, almost anything works for me. So missionary’s good.” She rolled onto her back and spread her legs and it was so erotic that I thought I would cum right then and there.
I reached out to the night table and grabbed one of the condoms, tore it open, and rolled it on, while she watched, eyes on me intently.
I crawled over her and got between her legs, now open wide, and knee-walked forward until I was right in front of her pussy. Her labia were a bit swollen now, and opening for me. I took my dick in my hand and slid it up her open pussy until it reached her clit, then up and down over her clit. She made a sound in her throat, a kind of choke, and I slapped my dick against her clit.
“Oh, my God, baby, that feels good,” she moaned. I did it a little more, but to tell the truth, if I did too many more of those, I was going to cum before I ever got it inside her.
I slid it back down her slit until it was poised at the entrance, then pushed in. I may have moaned louder than her, but I’m not sure. It felt so good, like I was emotionally connected to her, like I was a part of her consciousness, can’t really explain it. Just perfect.
I had to be careful, because I was so close that moving too fast, moving the wrong way, was going to get me off, and I wanted this to last a little longer. So I slid in slowly, until it was buried deep in her pussy. I was still on my knees so I could watch her face, and there was an edge of desperation there, of longing. Her lips were moving, but I’m not sure if there were words there.
So in and out slowly, very carefully, making sure that my orgasm wasn’t there before I wanted it. I put one hand on her belly, palm down, and my thumb over her clit, letting it brush gently over it, and I could hear her gasp as she stared at me.
I wanted to see what would happen, now that she was so aroused, so I pressed and rolled my thumb slowly over her clit. Her mouth dropped open and hung there for a moment, then she began repeating, “Oh, God, oh, God,” over and over, getting louder until it was a shout and her head rose off the pillow and she grabbed my hand. “No, no, stop, wait.”
So I did, but kept my dick moving slowly in and out of her cunt. She was breathing hard, trying to take in oxygen. I was having trouble controlling my urge to finish, but I wanted to remember this one for a long time, so I forced myself to fight it off.
I was getting some lower back discomfort from my position, so I lifted her thighs under my arms and leaned forward until my arms were straight on the bed, her knees were pushed back toward her shoulders, and I could extend my legs.
My head was closer to her now and I could look directly down into her eyes. It was almost like I could read her mind through my eyes, a very odd feeling and it made me catch my breath. Her pussy seemed to be grabbing me now, squeezing my dick, which didn’t bode well for my ability to hold out. Well, if I have to go, I’ll go out with a bang, so to speak.
I started fucking her faster, not much finesse, just pounding my dick into her. I thought it might be too rough, but under me she was crying out, “God, Sam, yes, yes!” And that set my mouth going, telling her what it felt like, how good it was, how beautiful she looked. When I saw the look in her eye that said, “Oh, please, I’m ready,” I said to her, “Yes, baby, cum for me, cum for me now.”
The look on her face was priceless, a look that said she’d just turned around and seen the freight train bearing down on her, with no place to run. She shouted, “Sam, I’m cumming, oh, God, yes, I’m cumming, it’s so good!” Her body vibrated under me, her hips thrashing, and every fiber of my being fighting off the orgasm that wanted out, right now. I forced myself to be absolutely still, while she gasped under me and wound down.
That took all the willpower that I had, I wouldn’t be able to do that again, I didn’t think, Indian asceticism notwithstanding. The next time she squeezed my dick like that, I’d be done. When she was still, I pulled out, very slowly and carefully, my dick still hard.
I was so close, I was afraid that if I even looked at her too hard, I’d cum anyway, so I closed my eyes and lay down beside her. I turned on my side so I could lay my head by her shoulder and put an arm across her stomach. I thought it was wonderful to lie here on her bed, feel her warmth and listen to her breathe.
It took her the better part of ten minutes before she started to come around. And even then, there wasn’t much movement. Finally, she squirmed around so she was on her side, facing me, looking at me intently. She looked down, then stretched out her hand and grabbed my dick.
“You didn’t cum, Sam?”
“No, I wanted to watch you get off one more time, but you keep doing that for another ten seconds and I’ll be done.”
“I don’t think I can do much more, Sam. It’s like... Well, when I was a kid I loved chocolate, but I realized eventually that you can eat too much chocolate, that it becomes too much of a good thing. And tonight, well, I never thought you could have too many orgasms, because who doesn’t like a good orgasm? But it’s almost like sensory overload. My body is so sensitive now, it’s making me a little faint. I need some rest.”
“I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right. I was being a little selfish, because it’s such a joy to watch your face when you cum that I may have overdone it. Could you cut me a break because it was our first time?”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t fun, I just mean I’m almost worn out, I haven’t got much left. Can we get you to the finish line and then get some sleep?”
“I can’t imagine anything better.”
“So what would you like, tiger?”
I thought about it for a second. “What I would like is for you to get on top so I can watch you when I cum, and then fall asleep holding you in my arms. Have you got enough energy left for that?”
She nodded. She gave my hip a little nudge and I rolled over onto my back. She swung a leg over me and knee-walked up my body until she was above my dick. She reached down with one hand and held my cock steady as she lowered herself onto me, closing her eyes as she settled down on it.
“Liz, I am so ready now that it won’t take long to get me there, but go slow for awhile because it feels so wonderful to be inside you, I want it to last a bit longer.”
She put her hands down on my chest and leaned forward on them, close enough to look directly into my eyes. She started rocking back and forth on my dick, very slowly, and, damn her, giving it a little squeeze with her pussy each time she rose up.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that feels so good, make it last, please.” I looked into her eyes and after a couple of minutes I felt something odd happening, and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it. I felt like we were connected on some different level, that I was somehow feeling what she was feeling, or the other way around, or both.
So she could tell when I was getting close, she was looking deep inside me and was watching it approach. And, sweet girl, she slowed her movements to stave off what I thought was imminent.
She smiled at me, letting me know that she understood what I wanted.
Two more minutes and I was ready. She’d gone above and beyond tonight, bless her, now I wanted to cum inside her, and to fall asleep holding her.
I reached a hand up and touched her cheek. “It’s time, baby, work with me, I want to cum.”
She grinned at me and said, “Here we go, better hold on.” She started grinding on me and it felt spectacular. I pushed into her hard, trying to help it along and saw her face change, that she wasn’t in control anymore. I was still looking into her eyes and I saw that surprise, that something was happening with her.
Now I could feel my release coming up. “Oh, Liz, so close now, keep doing that.” I was slamming my cock into her just so I could cum, for my own pleasure alone, no thought of her at all.
But above me, when I opened my eyes I found that her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open and tension building on her face. Could she be close again? She’d said that she was overloaded, had had too many orgasms, but was this another on her horizon?
Too late to speculate, because here was mine rising up. “Jesus, Liz, here it is, baby, oh fuck, I’m cumming, oh, yes!” And this was no polite, discreet flush of pleasure, this was a full-fledged Category 4 hurricane of an orgasm that had me shouting and begging her not to stop. Her eyes were still closed, but she was working her hips like a machine.
When I couldn’t take any more, I whispered, “Stop, too much, please.” She slowed to a stop and let herself down onto my chest, not moving. I wrapped my arms around her and held on. I think we both fell asleep.
When I awoke again, she was in the same spot, and I could feel my limp dick still inside her.
I thought the condom was still attached, but I couldn’t be sure. I reached down and found, yes, it was still somehow in place, but was leaking, so I put my finger on an end and pulled out of her.
I rolled her off to the side, trying not to wake her, then, holding the condom, I walked to the bathroom and flushed it. I washed my hands and face again, and stumbled back to the bed. I flicked off the light switch, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the hallway, and climbed in next to Liz. I put my arm around her and was asleep in seconds.