Deep Secret Ch. 07 - Requests

If there had been a contest at that moment for couples maximally using their sensory organs we would have won, hands down. My brain was awash in four of the five, each one a delight: physical, visual, olfactory, and aural. Simone was taking care of the other (homophonic) oral.

Her mammoth breasts were swaying along the inside of both my thighs. It was a pleasure to feel their slight tickle that only served to enhance the sexual intensity of my cock in her mouth. What was an added bonus was that from this angle I could see her by looking down my body lying on the bed, but also by looking at the mirror that was standing nearby. With the light from the bedroom lamp I could watch her mouth swooping down on my cock and the wonderful movements of those beautiful pendulous breasts.

To be honest, I should say that Simone's figure was not freakish. I may be overstating her look. Yes, she had amazingly large, natural breasts. Yes, she had a slim, strong, and taut physique. Yes, she was pretty tall for a woman, but not anything outrageous. So, when I call her breasts "mammoth" or "huge" I mean that compared to most other women with her slender, graceful body type, her breasts were definitely outliers in a standard deviation curve. I just wanted to get that out in the open, lest a reader might think she looked like an exotic dancer who'd had way too many enhancements. Simone, on the other hand, was graced with naturally large and, as most would agree, out-of-proportion breasts. With all the other women I'd known their breasts were just a part of their torsos. What continued to be so surprising to me was how often, when we were intimate, her breasts seemed like an additional element in between us.

I just wanted to get that off my chest. Back to the story.

Throw in the scent of her perfume -- recently reapplied to conceal our vivid individual odors just a few minutes ago in the elevator -- plus the sounds she made while sucking my cock and I was getting close to sensual overload.

Not that I was complaining, mind you. Dinner had been a confusing mix of conflicting and exciting sexual feelings. It also felt like a long time ago. Was it really only an hour or so?

Since then, we had rushed back to my building, fucked in the elevator, got into my apartment, pulled off our clothes, and now she was on her way to giving me yet another amazing blowjob and giving herself a mouthful of my semen.

As her position enabled my pre-cum and her saliva to run down my cock, it was quite wet and each time she'd make grandiose movements up or down there was a slurping sound along with one of her exciting moans.

With every other woman I'd ever been, blowjobs were a treat for me -- a treat that each was giving to me. With Simone it was as though I was giving her a treat "letting her" suck my cock and "providing her" with semen.

My mind drifted back to earlier in the week. I'd been studying for a Quantitative Systems exam I had the following night at school. Simone had been involved in one of her favorite activities -- other than sex. She was reading. She was a voracious reader and tackled almost anything. In fact, if a book was a little confusing for her or if she didn't know its background, she'd go to the library, take out a few books to get the fundamentals of the subject, read those, and then get back to the initial book. (This was a while ago, before the ability to research virtually everything on the Internet.) It never ceased to surprise me how much someone who'd only graduated high school knew and continued to learn by herself.

"You know," I said to her, "you're an autodidact."

"Well, thank you, kind sir," she replied and then added, without missing a beat, "I find pleonasm odious."

This sesquipedalian intercourse made us both laugh, but I was again struck by how she'd learned so much vocabulary with no higher education. She was driven.

"Would you mind taking a break for a few minutes and jerking off for me, in my mouth?" she asked me, as though she were asking me to get her a glass of water on my way back from the kitchen.

It was a refreshing pause from my studying. I simply got up from my books and walked over to Simone who was sitting on the sofa. She unzipped my jeans just enough to get out my cock and, after a quick licking of the head, swallowed me until her nose was pressed against my abs.

If I'd been soft this might not have been such a feat, but in the time since she mentioned it and the moment she'd licked around the head, I'd gotten a raging hard-on (although I'm not sure that a hard-on can truly rage). She adjusted me in her mouth to get some more saliva on my cock and slowly pulled me out and then shoved back again. She did this several times before she shoved me deep again, pulling on my hips to press me as deeply into her mouth and throat as possible.

I was almost on the verge of coming (i.e., the verge of the verge) when she suddenly pulled me out and said, "Please jerk off in my mouth. Please, please, pretty please."

"How can I resist when you've asked so nicely?" I said.

"Oh, goody, goody, mm. I've been wanting this all night, but I didn't want to disturb your studying."

I reached down with my left hand a grabbed a handful of her right boob and jerked off with my right. In no time at all I was ready -- or more!

"Here's lookin' at you, kid," I said to her in my best Bogart imitation.

She smiled up at me and stuck out her tongue. After making a few circles first to wet her lips and then around my head, she simply let it stay up against the slit.

My hand began to move faster and I was momentarily concerned that I'd conk her in the nose. However, as my orgasm was imminent there wasn't much to be gained by worrying about it. She was a big girl and that cute nose of hers could take care of itself!

Her eyes were focused on my cock, a look of anticipation on her face. Some pre-seminal fluid flew around, a few drops landing on my hand, her face, and who knows where. "Oh, come on, come on," she said eagerly, "gimme, gimme, gimme a mouthful of that white stuff. Now. Please."

There was little more to say, except, "Uh. Aah." And I was shooting onto her tongue.

It seemed that Simone came the moment her tongue sent her brain the message that there was cum on it. She began a small shiver that caused her to moan along with me as my second shot laid a load even bigger than the first all over her tongue.

Before I knew it we were both making sounds that people usually just tease one another about.

The excitement was always surprising to me, though. I'd never had any woman ask me to jerk off in her mouth before. I remember thinking while I was coming, "I could get used to this."

What was really great was the guiltlessness of it all. It wasn't like I was asking her to do something distasteful or degrading. She wanted me to jerk off on her tongue and in her mouth. She asked me to. How could I not do what's requested of me when a good friend asks for a favor, right?

As the cum began piling up on her tongue I was surprised at how thick it was. I don't look at my ejaculations too often, so the array of thick, gooey, "white stuff" amassing on her tongue made me feel especially macho. This was at least as good as the guys on the porn videos I'd seen, maybe even better than most. I was proud of myself.

Of course, her pretty face, the firm feel of her breast and erect nipple, and the sounds and smells we were creating all made me more excited as shot after shot of semen cascaded onto her now overflowing tongue.

She tried to keep it all in but there was too much on the tip of her tongue and it began to run over her lip and slowly ooze down her chin. It was one of those indelible moments that are now etched into my brain. I don't know why exactly; it wasn't as though I'd never seen her enjoy my cum before. This time though it was like a movie playing in slow motion as the spurts kept coming and my physical pleasure was enhanced by the image of my cum accumulating on her tongue, lip, and chin.

As she began to calm down from the initial orgasm, she moved one of her hands, which had been just clutching her book, palm up under her chin to catch whatever errant cum could not be restrained by her now retracted tongue. It was pretty neat to watch her come anew as the semen now washed around her mouth. She swished it around making the kind of noise you make when you rinse with mouthwash, but I know I've never had that much fun with mouthwash.

She eventually began to focus again and saw my post-tumescent cock still doing a pretty good job of staring at her. Upon noticing that there was still some more cum on the tip she drew the head into her mouth, sucking on all that was left so it could join the rest of the batch already there.

"Wow!" I exclaimed in a reasonably calm voice.

"Mm, mm," she hummed with enjoyment that often comes with a forkful of a wonderful dessert. After staring longingly at my cock and continuing to bathe her mouth with cum, she moved her head sideways so that she could feel it against her cheek, rubbing my cock with apparent adoration along her smooth skin.

She then slowly turned upward to look at me, opening her mouth to show me her prize, before closing it to blow small bubbles. After she'd finished playing with the semen she took a long swallow and smiled up at me.

"Wow," she said echoing my previous exclamation. "That was delicious. Any time you just get the urge to have an orgasm, just say the word; my mouth is yours. I love it when you come in my mouth. What amazes me is how you come. You shoot so much and it's so thick. It's like your prick is a tube of toothpaste and suddenly someone slams a 20-pound weight on it. Boom! Out shoots a rich, thick several ounce serving of manjuice. Boom! Boom! You just keep it coming. I love it.

"Ooh, I almost forgot," she said, looking down at her open hand with a little more pooled cum that had fallen off her chin.

"You also have a little icicle of semen dripping from your chin," I told her.

"Mustn't let this great white stuff go to waste," she said as she used her other hand get all the cum on and dripping down from her chin to join the stuff in her palm. She then slowly licked the semen from her hand, all of it, until her hand had no traces left.

"Thank you," she said to me, "thanks for the treat."

That was that. I returned to my studies and she made a return to The Return Of The Native.

That was a nice memory from earlier in the week that helped me to learn more about her, this truly a unique and passionate woman. The very same woman who was now mostly naked, kneeling between my legs on my bed, rubbing her nipples along my thighs, and plunging her head up and down on my rock-hard cock, newly revived from the fucking she'd just given me in the elevator not half an hour ago.

As she pulled her head almost off my cock and began to use her hands to massage my dick and my balls, she held the head firmly between her lips doing something that I'd never felt before with her tongue or teeth. I really couldn't understand what she was doing, but the intensity was dramatic, as I was getting ready to have another orgasm.

I began to think about what she'd told me at dinner, how she'd sucked off more than half a dozen men twice in an hour or two one night at a party, some after they'd just pulled out of another woman's pussy. This made me confused as the conflicting feelings (love, jealousy, disappointment, and rage were a few) rushed through my mind.

Regardless, whatever she was doing with her mouth, hands, and boobs brought me to my senses both in the figurative meaning and certainly the literal one. She was almost sucking the cum out of my cock and almost everything else with it. The temporary thoughts of conflict left as quickly as they came, the paradoxical nature of my emotions notwithstanding.

Now, as both her hands and her mouth were playing new games with my cock, she knew it was time. I could sense that she was beginning to come just knowing that I would, too, any second now. How could she come just knowing that I was about to? For that matter, how did she know before I did?

Just as my brain began to start guessing at exactly how much experience she'd had, my orgasm overwhelmed any other thought. I suddenly was a volcano. It surprised me since I almost wasn't ready for it.

Simone was ready, though, and had begun to be quite still as a huge climax had her tensed up. I could see it in her shoulders, arms, and neck. It was just her mouth that was vacuuming up all the semen I could shoot into her mouth, directly over her tongue, and down her throat.

"Oh man," she said after swallowing everything I had. "That was the best."

As I silently nodded and moaned something like, "uh huh," in agreement, she licked around my cock in case a few drops had not made their target, but with this new technique (new for me, at least) I doubted anything could have escaped those lips.

"Gosh, Ed, you have the best cum ever," she said to me as she continued to lick my cock and my balls. "You just came twice in, like, half an hour. You know that?"

"Yeah, pretty damn good, huh?"

"Are you kidding? You bet! Pretty damn good," she confirmed.

We cuddled for a few minutes under the covers. Then, looking at the clock we realized that it was still early.

"You want a glass of something?" I asked, getting up, throwing on a robe, and heading into the kitchen.

"Yeah," I heard her say, "you got a glass of semen?"

The mixed emotions flooded back into my brain as I poured us two glasses of a Grand Cru Chablis that I'd received as a gift a few months back. It felt like a night for celebrations. I wasn't sure why, but why not? I asked myself.

Simone had put her bra back on and had found a pair of matching black lace panties. She looked so hot walking into the kitchen.

No, she really didn't walk into the kitchen. She took over the kitchen; she controlled the kitchen. She'd brushed her short, blonde hair and had put on some dramatic lipstick. Tracing down from there she had her lacey, outrageously large cupped bra, her breasts completely encased in those enormous cups. Then there appeared to be a foot or more of smooth, narrow-waisted, well-defined trunk, leading down to the lavender garter belt with the black garters, now under the black lace bikini panties that matched the lace in her bra. Next, there was a long, lean, line of firm, smooth white flesh until the dark sheer stockings ran down to her black or dark gray high-heeled boots. With those heels she must have been over 5'11" and looked every inch like a fashion model or an extra in an S & M film, sort of like Victoria's Secret meets Helmut Newton.

Offering her a glass of the Chablis I said, "You look great."

"D'ya think so? I can fake confidence most of the time, but to tell you the truth: I feel so insecure about my boobs. They're so damn huge. It's like when I go to the market and the cashier is looking at my chest. I mean, I'm just going about my business, minding my own business and here's this person (it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman) staring at my chest. Like in those bra commercials, 'Hello, I'm up here.' I often feel like saying, but, you know, I never do.

"Well, that's not true. Sometimes I've said some things to really rude people, but usually I tend outwardly to be pretty stoic about it.

She paused for a moment. "Gee, this is so dry. It's wonderful. It tastes fresh, like an icy... um, something. It tastes less fruity and less oaky than most chardonnay. Is this a real Chablis?"

"OK. Now I'm impressed. Have you ever had a real Chablis?" I asked her.

"I don't think so, but I've read about them. One day I'd love to explore the vineyards in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, and Portugal."

"Is that all?" I kidded her. "What about Chile or Australia?"

"Well, I haven't had anything that wowed me from those places, but I have from Europe. Though I guess I'd like to explore Napa and Sonoma and the Willamette Valley too."

Again I was surprised that this twenty-two-year-old with no education past high school knew so much. Come to think of it. I really didn't know much about her, especially what she'd been doing in the last four or five years since graduating from high school.

My curiosity began to wash away in the relatively high alcohol of the Chablis Grand Cru.

"One day I'll get there," she said.

"Hey," she said as we both were feeling the effects of dinner, the elevator fuck, the blowjob, and the new rush of alcohol. I think we were a little spaced out, just staring at the kitchen table. Actually she was staring at the kitchen table; I was staring at her breasts moving up and down as she breathed slowly in the quiet apartment.

"Let's watch some porn. You've got some, don't you? Everyone does, right? At least every guy does."

"Um, yeah, OK," I stammered. Immediately I began to think about my porn stash and if she'd think I was weird with the accumulation I had. This was nearly twenty years ago. Online anything was not nearly as common as it is today. Streaming? What was that? No, in those days porn was VHS tapes or maybe some laser disks.

"Hey, maybe we can watch and if you feel like it, I can suck you again while we're watching. Or, you could just jerk off and come on my tongue when there's an exciting part." She paused, pondering, finally adding, "There must be some scene that always gets you hot. Let me know and you can give me your load then. Actually, you don't have to. I always know when you're going to come!"

And there it was. She always knew what to do to make me come and she always knew when I was going to. I tried to figure out how we were both going to watch with her mouth on my dick, but I decided to just go with the flow. It was enough to just be with this sex dynamo.