A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 23

"That's incredible," I breathed, earning a huge smile from my angelic fellatrix.

"I would've liked to have started at the base," she told me. "But I'm glad I could do this much. Plus, I would've had to stop to put more lipstick on halfway up, and that detracts from the experience, I think, so maybe this was better."

I just nodded, not trusting myself to refrain from asking the question that I wanted to ask. It was obvious this was something she had done before, maybe many times, and I did not think I really wanted more details about any of that.

Jessi grinned at me again, then licked her lips so that only little traces of the silver lipstick remained on them, prompting me to moan. That led to Jessi smiling even wider, and again it was a smile that I would have never thought to see on an angel's face.

"I love you," I said, reaching down to stroke one of her cheeks.

Jessi briefly clasped my hand before replying, "I love you."

We looked at each other for several seconds before Jessi moved my hand away and again licked her lips. When they were shiny with her saliva, she took about an inch of me into her mouth then pulled her lips under and clamped down. With those intense blue eyes locked on me, a look of adoration in them that I had only seen previously when Jessi was being my slave, she slowly moved her tight lips down my erection until they were covering the first ring she had left on me. The silver haired angel held herself there for a few heartbeats, then she slowly pulled back up the shaft. As she did, I saw that a significant amount of the silver lipstick was gone from my shaft.

When she reached the head again, Jessi rubbed her mouth all around it, then moved her head back. Her now puffy lips, which had been almost free from silver lipstick, were covered with it again, albeit in uneven smudges.

"Anyone ever done that to you before, Mark?" she asked, and all I could do was shake my head.

"Good," she continued, the wicked grin again crossing her face before she sucked my penis back into her mouth and began quickly sliding her lips up and down as her tongue wiggled against it.

"Fuck," I groaned at the sudden sensations from her expert mouth, my fingers tightening in her wig.

Wanting to feel her real hair, I pulled the wig and halo off of her and tossed them aside. Momentary confusion filled Jessi's eyes, although she did not stop sucking on me, but then it vanished when I took a handful of her soft, blonde hair, which had fallen around her shoulders once the wig was gone, and grasped it tightly in my fist.

"I want to look at you," I told her as I used my grip to pull her head back and her lips off of me.

The young blonde stared up at me, and I took in the sight of her. Her plump lips, still smudged with the remnants of the silver lipstick, were parted and trembling. Her creamy, pale breasts, so nicely pushed up by the bra, were moving up and down enticingly with each breath. Her panties, visible between her slightly spread legs, showed a darker spot where the moisture of her arousal had soaked through. The wings, which had been moving up and down as she sucked on me, grew still behind her.

"Fucking beautiful," I groaned. "Especially with your real hair. My beautiful blonde angel."

Jessi moaned, then she closed her eyes and clamped her legs together as her body shuddered. I reached down and pushed two fingers against her lips, and my young lover sucked them into her mouth.

"Look at me," I said, and she immediately opened her eyes again. I pulled the fingers from her mouth, and rubbed them on her lips. I then showed her the silver smudges on my fingers before I reached down and wiped them between her breasts. Jessi closed her eyes and clamped her legs together again, this time with an even more pronounced shudder.

Taking my erection in my hand, I began to rub it all over the blonde's pretty face. Jessi, her eyes open again, stared up at me and chewed her bottom lips as my penis left streaks of silver on each of her cheeks, on her chin, and on her forehead. By this point, Jessi's breasts were heaving with each of her ragged breaths, and her face and upper chest were starting to flush.

"Suck it, little angel," I told her softly, pushing the head of my penis between her parted lips. "Suck it like the slutty devil you are inside."

Jessi did as she was told, surprising me by swallowing my shaft in one quick movement until her nose was pushed up against my pubic hair. She held it there for a moment, a flicker of pain in her staring eyes, then she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth.

"Don't, Jessi," I said, but just a couple of seconds later she again had engulfed my entire length.

Three more times, my young lover took me deep into her throat, and each time the look of pain appeared on her face. I knew I should stop her, but the fact that she was willing to do what she was doing despite her apparent discomfort was sickeningly arousing, and the fact that I was almost to the point of no return overcame my compassion and decency, much to my dismay.

Jessi had just pulled back and looked to be preparing to take me back down when she suddenly grasped my hips with both hands and let my penis fall from her mouth. Violent shudders ran through her body, causing her wings to look like they were flapping, then her eyes went blank and rolled up.

I looked down and saw that her trembling legs were clamped together so hard that one was riding up on top of the other. Jessi's chest, which had been in constant motion, stilled as her body tensed. The flush on the visible skin of her breasts, on her neck, and on her cheeks turned bright red as a sheen of perspiration appeared on her skin. A low moan escaped her trembling lips.

The blonde was completely still for several seconds, then she took a deep, gasping breath. Her eyes snapped open and locked on mine. Without a word, she grabbed my penis and began bobbing her head up and down me with incredible velocity. She also applied suction and moved her tongue against me as she rammed her head up and down the top half of my shaft, but the primary sensation was those soft, wet lips sliding up and down my sensitive skin, over and over again, as quickly as she could move her head.

I had been close to climaxing from watching her take me deep even when it hurt her, and my arousal had not lessened when I had watched her climax without either of us touching her pussy, so I did not expect to last long given her new, unrelenting assault. However, instead of finishing, I hovered right on the edge of my climax for what felt like hours but was only minutes. The only thing that I could guess was that the sensations I was feeling were so intense that it was desensitizing me even as it brought me, second by agonizing second, closer to exploding.

And all at once, I felt myself going over the edge. I pulled Jessi back by her hair, my penis falling free from her lips even as she continued to try to drive herself back onto it. Then, just before the first shot of semen escaped, I grabbed my shaft and aimed it at my angel's face. Much to my surprise, that first shot arced up so that it landed in her hair and on the tip of one of her wings. The next shot splashed against her forehead, the third landed across her nose, and the fourth and fifth coated her lips and chin in gooey white cum.

I started to step back, assuming I was done, but then I felt pressure build in my penis, so I stroked it quickly a couple of times with it still aimed at Jessi's already semen covered face. Another strong spurt of cum erupted from me, this one crossing her face from her forehead over her left eyes, across her nose and the line already there, and down her right cheek. After it came three more spurts, the first one adding to the mess on her lips and chin before I moved my aim downward. The next one hit her neck, and the third landed just above her cleavage.

And even still, I did not feel finished. I continued to move my hand up and down my persistent erection until more semen dribbled out of the tip. I repeated this a few times, holding my penis close to her chest so that the small flows of semen dropped off of me and added to the pool that was starting to slide down between the blonde's cleavage.

"Holy fuck, Mark," Jessi said, eyes wide.

I shrugged. As we stared at one another, a large drop of semen started to elongate off of her chin. I reached out, intending to stop it, but the blonde intercepted my hand.

"Will you take a picture of it?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I agreed, then I hurried to the bedside table to retrieve my phone.

As quickly as I could, I opened the camera app and returned to in front of Jessi, who had not moved. I stood back and took a shot of her from her head to her knees as she knelt there, then I moved closer and took pictures of her face. Since the string of semen that was dangling off of her chin looked like it was about to drop, I took several close ups of her mouth and chin. After it did drop to her chest, I aimed the camera at her neck and cleavage and took several pictures there as well. Finally, I took pictures of her forehead and that first line of semen that had landed in her hair and even hit her feathery wing.

"Thanks," Jessi grinned when I was done, and I was struck by how incredibly lovely she looked smiling through the covering of white goo around her mouth.

I asked her to keep smiling, then I took a few more pictures, including another picture of all of her. Once that was done, I put the phone on the bed and reached down to her face. However, she again stopped my hand.

"Is your cock still hard enough to help me get it off from around my lips?" Jessi asked.

"I think so," I told her. I then took my semi-hard penis and rubbed the head of it on and around her lips. When it was covered with my cum, Jessi licked and sucked it clean. We did that a couple of more times, until her mouth, chin and cheeks were clean. And while my penis stiffened a little at the attention it received in the process, I was in no danger of having another erection, likely for some time.

"Do you want me to help with what's higher?" I asked here, referring to the semen still on her nose and forehead, not to mention in her hair.

"No, if I don't get it from my tits now, its gonna be too far down," she said, reaching one hand down to her cleavage.

This time, I stopped her hand. She gave me a puzzled look until I slid two fingers between her breast and down her cleavage. I then wiggled my fingers before pulling them free. And as soon as they were, Jessi grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth to lick and suck my fingers clean. Once that was done, she pushed my hand down and I slid my fingers into her cleavage again. There was less sticky moisture there now, but I got all of it that I could before pulling my fingers back out. Jessi repeated the act of cleaning them.

"Your choker has some on it," I told her as I used my fingers to wipe the cum off of her neck.

"It cost five bucks," Jessi laughed. "No big deal."

I offered my sticky fingers to Jessi to suck, but I saw that she was licking her own fingers clean. While I had been concentrating on her neck and breasts, Jessi had cleaned her nose and forehead herself when she had not been licking and sucking on my fingers. If I had not been completely spent, I suspected the idea of that would have turned me on.

"Did I get it all," the blonde asked after she cleaned my fingers one last time.

"Um, the first one landed in your hair," I told her, which caused Jessi to laugh.

"Oh, I know. I'll have to wash that out."

"And some hit your wing as well," I continued.

"Shit, Mark," Jessi laughed again. "You were worked up, huh?"

"I guess so," I admitted. "I have never had that happen before."

Jessi gave me a quizzical look, so I added, "Not the wing thing. What happened when I climaxed. I ejaculated much more and much harder than I would have thought possible given how many times it has happened this weekend, which is a tribute to how incredible you are."

My young lover shook her head and rolled her eyes, but to show her I was serious, I leaned down and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Jessi did not do the same, however. Instead, she sucked on my tongue as I moved it in and out of her mouth. It was an incredible sensation, and we kept it up until we were both nearly out of breath.

"Can we lay down together on the bed," Jessi asked after I straightened back up. "I know we have to go soon, but it would be nice to just lay together."

I nodded, resisting, like always, correcting her use of 'lay'. Instead, I helped her to her feet, which was the opportunity for another kiss, although this one did not last as long.

"Can you take my wings off?" the blonde asked, turning her back to me.

"Do they just hook on the bra?" I asked,

"Yeah. I didn't like the harness that came with them."

I was able to remove her left wing-the one with a drying semen stain on it-but the right was a different story.

"It is snagged I think," I told her.

"Okay, just unhook the bra then," Jessi suggested, and I did what she asked.

Jessi then pulled the bra and remaining wing off together. As she did so, I saw that the bottom part of the bra was padded, which explained the incredible but atypical cleavage it had displayed. This fact did make me wonder, however, why Jessi had decided that she wanted to make her breasts look bigger. She had joked about them being small before (her breasts were a perfect shape as well as a perfect size for her frame, in my opinion), but she had never really seemed worried about it in a real way. In fact, her jokes had seemed to me to be more a defense mechanism about what others might think than any genuine concern on her part. So given that, I started to worry that she had done it for me. And while I would have been lying if I said that her breasts had not looked fantastic in the bra, I would have been just have happy to see them as they were naturally.

I did not tell Jessi any of that though. I just lay down next to her once she was on the bed, then pulled her close to me so that her bottom was against my groin and her back was against my chest. I stroked her hair, causing her to sigh.

After a couple of minutes, she said, "It wasn't just more cum than you expected, right? Did it happen a second time?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I finished, then I felt pressure building, and it started again. It was not really a second orgasm, though. I just ejaculated a second time, which I guess doesn't make sense."

"I liked the results," Jessi purred, looking at me over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I know," I laughed. "So did I. Do you want to see the pictures?"

"Not yet," she said, and we were silent for a few seconds.

"It was a first for me too," my young lover said, breaking that silence.

"Coming without anything touching your pussy or clit, you mean?" I asked.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I've been really fucking close, as you know, but it's never actually happened before."

"Did you know it was coming," I asked, which caused Jessi to snicker. "No pun intended."

"I thought it was happening, but it never had like that before, so I kept thinking I was just really, really worked up. But when you said to 'suck it little angel' then told me to do it like the 'slutty devil' inside me, I realized how close I really was. I knew I just needed something incredible to push me over, and it occurred to me that taking you deep even though it hurt was probably a way to do it, since it was both very nasty and painful, both of which get me going, as you know, and it was something you'd like, even though you wouldn't want to like it because you'd be afraid of hurting me, and that got me even hotter. And then it happened, and I was amazed and happy and kinda shocked, then you absolutely covered me with cum, and had I not come already, that probably would have made it happen, and I'm just kinda rambling now so I'll shut up."

"So, that was both a 'yes' and a 'no'?" I asked.

"Well, that's the short version," she giggled.

"Is your throat okay?" I asked, as her comment had reminded me of my concern and I did not want to forget again, especially since it was about her wellbeing.

"It hurts a little," she admitted. "But not nearly as bad as yesterday morning. It's fine."

"You should not have done that," I said.

"You liked it, though," she countered. "If you hadn't, you would've stopped me."

"Since when have I ever been able to stop you?"

"You have, when you really want to, like when you think you've gone too far with the Master/slave stuff," she told me, her voice neutral. "You don't when it's something you really like that you think you shouldn't like. You just worry about it afterwards."

I didn't say anything for some time, so Jessi filled the silence. "Don't be mad at me, Mark. It's just what I've experienced with you. I don't know if you do the same with, um, her."

It was the first time Jessi had even alluded to Jessika all weekend, and I had rarely thought about my brunette lover either, given how the tumultuous weekend had kept me focused on Jessi, both the good and the bad. But now I was thinking about her, wondering what she was doing, and wondering what the weekend might have been like with her instead of her younger counterpart. I was sure it would have been much more up than down, although I suspected that the ups would not have been as intense with Jessika as they had been with Jessi.

"I did not know I was doing that," I eventually told Jessi. "Not exactly, anyway. I do feel guilty sometimes because I know that I should be keeping you from doing things that might not be good for you, either physically or emotionally."

"And I like that you care and worry about me," the blonde said. "I just think you do it too much, especially when it's something we both enjoy that you're afraid we shouldn't enjoy."

Again silence stretched between us, and it was not an easy silence. I knew I should say something in reply, either to reassure my young lover or to try once again to explain my concerns. But I said nothing. Eventually, Jessi sat up, pulling away from me.

"I better get this cum out of my hair," she said, her voice flat. "It's probably already dried enough that it'll be a pain in the ass to wash."

"Jessi..."

"Not now, Mark."

***

Jessi showered for about twenty minutes, during which time I had everything ready by the cabin's door except for the clothes and makeup bag that Jessi had taken into the bathroom. I thought about trying to talk to her, but after ten minutes had passed, I realized that she was not just in the shower to wash her hair. I knew from experience that one of the things Jessi did if she was withdrawing was take a shower.

When the blonde finally emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing the jeans she had worn the day before and my old Metallica t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I did not think she wearing much, if any, makeup. The effect was a kind of simple beauty, but one marred by the purple bruises on her neck.

"The turtle neck is kind of foul, since I sweated in it last night," the young woman told me when she saw where I was looking. "No one will see me in the car anyway."

Choosing not to comment, I merely asked, "Are you ready?"

"Just let me put these panties with my dirty clothes," Jessi said, her toneless voice making it clear that I was right about her withdrawing. "I came in them and they smell, so I didn't want to wear them in the car."

I thought about telling her it was not a smell I minded at all, but her manner made me believe that trying to draw her back to a teasing mood would likely fail. Thinking about how happy she had been before and after the angel blowjob, I began to feel guilty about anything I had done that might have contributed to her drastic change in mood.