Kim's Ascent into Heaven

I was too weak to move except for my pulsing cock and my slowly weakening arm, so I continued to sigh into Kim's bottom, gasping in its earthy scent. Slowly my spurts ebbed to a spastic dribble. And slowly, Kim's clenching vaginal muscles stopped sucking on my fingers. At first she lost her balance and fell forward, her hands leaving her buttocks to grasp the edge of the stairs to stop her fall. Then, she slumped to her knees, exhausted and panting. Finally, she collapsed completely, lying on the stairs, chest heaving.

I followed suit...at first. But, as exhausted as I was, I knew there was one last thing Kim would love...something we'd both come to enjoy at the end of sex play (and sometimes rekindling it). My fingers and my face were covered with Kim's juices. Kim's lips and face were spattered with mine. I knew she would agree with me that those most intimate fluids shouldn't go to waste.

Fighting off the urge to remain slumped on the stairs and slowly go catatonic, I forced myself to lay on the stairs next to the gasping Kimberly. I put my come-covered fingers up to her mouth, and her eyes brightened. She smiled wickedly and opened her mouth, sucking on my sticky fingers. She so loves the taste of her own juices...as well as mine.

I lunged forward and kissed her with my come-drenched lips. We kissed deeply, and she reveled in the taste of herself in my mouth. Her tongue dove deep, trying to crawl down my throat. When we parted, she kissed and licked my face, again savoring herself on me. It was while she was doing this that I felt her fingers squeezing my penis....kneading it from base to head. Those fingers then came up to my mouth and brushed against my lips.

"Now, taste yourself, Tom...like I've been tasting myself on you."

I opened my mouth and let her put sticky fingers into my mouth. I sucked them, tasting the salty-sweet taste of my cum. I reached down and let my fingers capture more liquid from between her legs, and as I sucked her fingers, she sucked mine. Then, again, we kissed. In our mouths, tongues danced and fluids mingled. We tasted both each other, and ourselves.

Our specially flavored kisses grew in ardor. We forgot the oral mixing of fluids and simply kissed to savor each other's mouths...to explore and become one. We lay there on the steps - uncomfortable but overjoyed - touching and kissing, caressing and cuddling, for quite a while. The pains in our sides and backs went unheeded as we became lost in each other. Slowly, time passed. When next we looked beyond each other, down the steps toward the entranceway, we noticed that it was dark outside the hall windows.

Pantiless and shoeless, Kim slowly sat up, stretching and rubbing sore muscles. I was still fully clothed, but with my pants down around my knees, and I likewise stretched and groaned. Sitting there, recovering, sublimely happy, Kim then put the frosting on my cake. She kissed me gently and looked into my eyes with her own decidedly mischievous ones. Nodding her head upwards toward the second floor, and the bedroom, she cooed, "You always know how to make me feel sooooo good. What do you say we finish this upstairs?"

Not waiting for my reply, she cocked her head to one side and grinned from ear to ear, saying with tongue in cheek, "You think you can be something special for me?"

"You mean DO something special for you?" I asked.

"No...I mean BE something special for me." She could barely contain herself. Her eyes gleamed with an impish glow.

"I thought I was ALWAYS something special for you," I replied, faking a pouty, "boo-boo lip" expression.

"Yes...you are...but I want you to be EXTRA special...like...maybe...my private sex toy."

That phrase, together with the look in her eyes, made my loins get to quivering again. I could feel the increased blood flow down there between my legs. "Oooh...a private sex toy? Wow...so, you flip my switch and I give you pleasure? Sign me up, hon."

"Yeah," she answered with a wickedly tempting smile, "you give me ANY kind of private pleasure I desire. You think you can do...or BE...that for me? Hmmm, sexy?" She leaned into me and rubbed the tip of her nose against mine, Eskimo style, a mischievous grin glued to her face.

"Mmm...yum....sounds fun. I'm game. I think I can handle that."

"Great, then let's go. Oh, and by the way...if you're going to be my private little sex toy, it's only right that I should call you ...let's see.....my 'Private Pleasure Toy'. How's that? I really like the sound of that."

"'Private Pleasure Toy', huh?" I pondered. "sounds like you've been thinking about this for a while. But, I can't ignore all the delicious possibilities that holding such a position might lead to. All right...'Private Pleasure Toy' it is! Use me, hon...use me."

Kim smiled a smile that made me almost cream myself. She winked at me and then reached for my hand. She stood up, and I sadly watched her skirt cascade back down to cover her bottom and thighs. She helped me up to a standing position, and I started to zip up my pants.

"No," she said, "my Private Pleasure Toy doesn't get dressed unless I allow him to. Keep your pants unzipped. Just keep them pulled up so you can navigate the stairs. When we get to the bedroom, your clothes will be coming right off anyway. You see, hon...my private pleasure toy has to always be ready to service my needs and whims. Clothing will rarely be an option. A pleasure toy has to be ready to service its user at a moment's notice, and clothes would only delay things. Don't you agree, my sex toy?"

I smiled, an erection already making its presence known between my legs, which Kim noticed instantly.

"Come along, pleasure toy....you have a lot of work to do to keep me happy for the rest of the night."

She led me up the stairs by the hand, my other hand barely holding up my pants. She never looked back at me as she escorted me to the bedroom, just about heaving me inside, and closed the door behind us. I felt as if I'd just been snared in a lasso of lust...and wondered if I could possibly get any luckier.

"Now," she said with an ever widening grin, "strip...completely. I want my pleasure toy naked and ready. I have many, many things I want you to do. Be a good little pleasure toy, now. I'll be on the bed naked. When you get undressed, come over and I'll start playing with my brand new toy."

I was undressed even before she was. I turned to face the bed. She sat there naked, beckoning me to her with her eyes and a "come-hither" finger. When I got to the side of the bed, she looked me up and down and licked her lips.

"Mmmm..," she said, focusing her lecherous eyes on my throbbing member, "time for Kimberly to play with her new toy." She reached out, grabbed my throbbing penis, and tugged on it, urging me forward, up and onto the bed. When I was kneeling there before her on the bed, she sighed, stroking my cock slowly, fingertips teasing.

"Now," she grinned, "how's that tongue of yours, my pleasure toy? Still has some energy, does it?"

Kim has always loved being orally pleasured, never getting enough of it. And since I loved pleasing her, I could rarely get enough of licking between her legs myself. I grinned back at her and replied, "My tongue could go all night if it had to."

"Mmmm," she sighed, "Good answer. That's just what I had in mind."

With that, she slowly laid back on the bed, stretching her arms up and folding them under her head, languishing crossways on the mattress like a reclining Goddess. Ever so slowly, she spread her legs wide and smiled up at me. She knew she didn't have to say anything, but she wanted to continue the game. Sighing, she closed her eyes and waited for her pleasure toy to service her needs, reinforcing that thought by saying in a soft, husky voice, "You know what to do, my Private Pleasure Toy." From that point on, it was up to me.

Grinning, I got myself comfortable on my belly with my head between her legs. I admired her still glistening slit only briefly before I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and began my first night of being Kim's private pleasure toy. If I'd had a tail down there below my backbone, it would've been wagging at least as happily as my tongue.

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EPILOG: My tongue wasn't all that got it's share of exercise last night. And while my happy and eager penis didn't get six hours of continuous workout as it had that night two decades ago, it certainly did me proud. For a man of my...maturity...half a night of lovemaking is indeed an impressive marathon event. For the majority of the night last night, Kim strained every muscle in my body to it's limit. To my credit, her Private Pleasure Toy acquitted himself quite nicely, thank you for asking. But, it does appear that learning from past mistakes isn't a forte of mine. For, you see, as of the time of my arising from bed this morning, Kim has gotten to see first hand what I mean by...the "Tim Conway shuffle."

"Kim's Ascent Into Heaven" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, October 2002