DEGREE OF GAYNESS VII
I bent over, licked some cum off her belly and pronounced it delicious. "I can't get up or I'll drip goo all over the carpet so please go into the bathroom and bring in the roll of toilet paper," Donna said. I came back with it and she giggled. "What a sight. That big boner of yours wagging as you walk." Between the two of us we wiped her dry and she said, "Thank you, that was awesome. Now I have to go to work early tomorrow so good night and keep in touch." Then she broke up laughing and said, "I'm sorry, that was mean but your expression was priceless! Now give me a kiss and let me relieve that dripping organ of yours."
The kiss was not the sweet little peck, it was a tongue tonsil good one. I was on my back and she stared at my boner for a moment. "Man, I'd love to get you all the way into my mouth but half is better than none," she said and took me into her mouth. Off and said, "Yummy! I wonder why they call it precum? you're not near ready to pop."
"I did a little research on that, my curiosity dragged me to it. It was after Wiiiam Cowper, a Doc in the seventeen hundreds, first described it. Officially it is called Cowpers Pre Orgasmic Secretion. Not everyone produces as much as you and I do. And yours, thank God, is absolutely delicious! So enough chatter sweetheart, suck my weepy weenie. Please." She took me into her mouth but not before she made me promise I'd warn her when I was ready to pop. For someone with no experience except my sucking her, she was darn good. She wagged her head, wagged her tongue and although she couldn't get more than half of me in her kisser, it felt wonderful. I asked her to go slower because I wanted to enjoy it longer and again she complied and used her other hand to fondle my very full balls. Silence prevailed for only a couple of minutes before as requested I told her my climax was nigh.
She kept gently rolling my balls around and used forefinger under and thumb on top to deliver a juicy load of precum which she licked up. "That big thingy of yours sure delivers a nice load of juice for me," she said, licking her lips. Then with a much lighter touch she slowly stroked my straining boner. "Oh wow, you do know how to please a man," I said. "But your expression looks like you're in pain," she said. Silence for maybe a minute before I said, "Ready or not....here I.....I....COME!" The first spurt was mostly precum, about a foot in the air. She let go of my woody and the next jet went maybe a foot and a half. My cock jumped and squirted over and over for six more times before it just stood there dripping jizz. "That was such a pitiful little ejaculation. You must not have enjoyed it," she giggled. Then she folded my softening dong up on my gooey belly, climbed on top of me and gave me a very long, very French kiss.
We hopped in the shower, toweled off and when I started to get dressed she said, "I've got such a cuddly feeling. How about you keeping me company tonight?" I did, with no hesitation. I don't know about you, gentle reader, but after good sex st night I can be asleep in five minutes. Maybe I lasted fifteen minutes and then I was gone. Sunshine in my face woke me up and the bedside clock read 6:34. Time to get dressed and head off to work. She looked like a little angel with no lipstick and amazingly only slightly rumpled hair. I slid out of bed as carefully as I could but it woke her. "There's hope for us, I only had to poke you once when you were snoring," she said. "Now kiss me good morning and I'll let you go."
Nobody commented on my somewhat wrinkled shirt, yesterday's necktie or yesterday's shave, but I didn't look too bad. In the middle of the afternoon she called and told me her mother was in the hospital, she had to leave town to get home and she'd call whe she had a handle on what was going on. The call came that evening, her mother was in the hospital with belly pain and a fever, cause undetermined. She ended the call with "Love you." And that was a first that either one of us had used the "L" word. It turned out the cause was an infected gallbladder. After surgical removal of the affecting organ and a load of antibiotics pain and fever cleared and she expected to return in a couple of days. It turned out to be a week and she invited me over for dinner.
I was looking in my "jewel box" for a pair of cuff links and came upon a college fraternity pin. Back in the day when you presented it to your girlfriend it was for her to wear on her blouse. It meant she was promised only to the giver and she was precluded from dating anyone else. Hmm, maybe it was time...
She had a refrigerator that needed to be emptied so I brought over a steak, planning to cook it on the little charcoal grill on her equally little balcony and enjoy it with a nice bottle of Malbec. She turned her head, lipstick on, for a sweet kiss on the cheek. Dinner was already laid out but we had a glass of wine before I began my grilling and she filled me in on her mother's recovery. Dinner was leisurely, we did the dishes, she wiped off her lipstick and this kiss was a doozer! I reached in my pocket, retrieved my fraternity pin, put it on my palm and held it out.
"Is that what I think it is?," she said. I nodded, and she said, "Does that mean if I let you pin it on my blouse it means that I date only you?" My nod was affirmative. Silence for what seemed like a week, then she looked me in the eye and said quietly, "Pin it over my heart, then take off my blouse."
TO BE CONTINUED
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