Head Queen of Saratoga

"Hey, hey, no, mister, don't touch. Never touch my head! I'm in fucking control here. You're just beginning to enjoy this, you have no idea, so don't be stupid!" That dark, 'Cruella' look had returned to her eyes, and I instantly realized that this exercise was for Denise's pleasure primarily, and not my own.

I laid my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensationally rhythmic sucking and caressing of Denise's mouth and hands, and felt the familiar tingle from deep within my swollen testicles, indicating an imminent eruption of Mt. Saratoga.

Denise instinctively felt my reaction and accelerated her sucking on my cock, moving her head up and down frantically now, wildly, like a Bobblehead in a hurricane.

My hips and ass raised off of the seat, and she released her mouth from my cock, moved her face back a few inches. She pointed my cock at her cheek as the first spurt of my thick cum shot directly into her face, flopping up into her eyelids, and then the second, and third, and fourth stream of cream, coating her lovely face, hair, chin, and dripping down onto her collarbone, just above her perky tits. I groaned my delight, and reached down to pull gently on her nipples, a love-tap of supreme appreciation.

Again, however, she chastised me by slapping my hands away from her chest. "What did I tell you?I'm not through with your cock yet, I'll let you know when I am. Now lay back and keep your hands off."

Denise smiled in a rather sinister way, and went back to licking the copious amounts of cum that covered my cock. She gathered as much as she could within her lips, and then opened up her mouth fully to me, illustrating my thick white liquid coating her mouth. She leaned down and dripped the cum back onto my cock in a thin stream of spit, and long strands hung from her lips and ended on a my cock, in an erotic game of connect-the-dots, this time played with my cum.

My cock still tingled and twitched from her expert manifestations. I had not lost even a hint of hardness, my cock remained like steel. As men will attest, there is that after-glow sensitivity after they have ejaculted, when they simply can't stand any more pleasure, at least without a brief respite period. Denise, very obviously, intuitively knew this, and gave my throbbing member a few moments of direct inactivity, and instead teased and tantalized me with this visual display of wanton sluttiness, spitting cum onto my cock, tickling underneath my balls, right at the point where my anus meets my pubic bone, which serves as an instant erection motivator, no matter the circumstances.

She kept up this daily double of soft caresses while continuing to drip her spit onto my still painfully erect cock, until after a few more minutes of this, my cock lost its sensitivity, and was ready for action once more. Without even a hint of indecision, Denise again attacked my member with impeccable timing, lowering her head down onto my pole at the exact nanosecond the sensitivity had dissipated.

This time, there was not even a pretense of teasing. She consumed my cock fully, groping my balls simultaneously with one hand and firmly stroking my shaft with the other, over and over and over, her hair bobbing down onto my lap, her slurping and muffled groaning augmenting her actions.

Then, just as suddenly, Denise stopped her aggressive mouth activity just as she engulfed my shaft to the fullest, her nose buried in my curly pubic hair. She looked up at me, with almost eight hard inches of cock deep in her mouth, and she sucked, tightly, and kept her face right there, never moving, except her throat contracted over my cock, bringing a heretofore untold level of pleasure that coarsed throughout my entire being. I have been the recipient of many a tremendous sucking, but the spontaneous and completely unexpected circumstances on this occasion were compounding my extreme pleasure.

Denise further tightened her oral grip on my dick, and let two long fingers tickle the entrance to my anus, just teasing the base of my pubic bone without penetrating my ass. Well, this did it for me. With a completely unexpected burst, I shot yet several more loads of thick cum into her throat, as she gurgled her delight, this time tasting and swallowing it all.

I had cum twice within perhaps three or four minutes, an experience that I had never previously enjoyed. I was completely exhausted, sated, and amazed at what pleasure this Ice Queen, er, excuse me, Head Queen, had just performed on me.

Denise finally scurried back onto the seat next to me, and grabbed my own head, and kissed me deeply, shooting the remains of my cum into my own mouth, insisting that I taste my own somewhat salty nectar.

"That was my present to you for being the hot fuck that my sister told me you were. And she didn't lie." Denise started to gather her rumpled clothes, and only then did I realize that she still had on those 'grape-girl' sandals.

She pulled her shorts on over her heels, tossing her thong cavalierly over her shoulder and onto her front seat. "Won't be needing that sopping thing for the ride home," she grinned.

As she pulled her tank top back on over her chest, I sat there, vainly attempting to regain my senses, and she patted me on the head like a tired puppy. "So," she mused. "Was I wrong in my self-description?"

I smiled back at her. "Normally, Denise, it's sort of a violation for someone to give a nickname to themselves. However in your particular case, the verdict is in."

"Apt nickname".

Denise smiled delightedly. She was so beautiful when she broke into that happy face and escaped from the Ice Queen facade. I hoped to see it more often. "Thank you, kind sir," she curtsied mockingly. "You weren't so bad yourself. Your cock, if I do say so, is tremendous. I need a man with stamina to keep up with me."

I pondered this statemtn as I clumsily put back my own clothes. "Um, does this mean, in the immortal words of Rocky Balboa, that we'll have a rematch? Um, ya know, sometime?"

Denise opened the door for me in an unspoken gesture that said, "Get the hell out, I'm done with you tonight." I clamored out of the back seat, still pulling up my zipper, as she climbed gracefully into her driver's seat.

"Tell you what," Denise exclaimed, pulling down her window. "What are you doing next Friday night?"

I didn't hesitate. "As long as hell isn't scheduled to freeze over, and if this is an invitation for Round Two, I think I can make myself available. Even without checking with my people".

Denise flicked her hair back from her eyes and forehead with a toss of her long neck.

"Good answer. Because I think I'll have a treat for you. You see, our youngest sister Marie's husband has been cheating on her, and I've been telling her that she needs to get some fun of her own. A revenge fuck, so to speak. And I think I know just the guy to help her out. If you're interested, that is."

I gulped audibly and once again was rendered to a quivering mass of protoplasm, shaking in anticipation like a beached jellyfish, but nodding in an involuntary Pavlovian-dog response.

She rolled up her window before screeching off, not even asking me if I wanted a lift to my car on Bowman Street. "Eight o' clock, then, same time, same place."

"You'll get to fuck another Hofmann sister, Johnnie. And me, too, of course. Lucky bastard."

It's four days until Friday as I write this. I'm getting my rest.

To be continued...I hope...