My Only Talent Ch. 09

Suzanne stopped shivering and then got all goofy, giggling and telling us how much she loved us and how she had almost died it felt so good. We just laughed with her and cuddled her even closer. We all fell asleep and I don't know how long we slept, but when we awoke we were all ravenously hungry and dying of thirst. The clock read midnight. Lara broke out her skillet and made scrambled eggs and toast with some cantaloupe, and we drank lots of water and fed each other and cuddled and laughed. I listened calmly as the two girls reviewed and discussed our sexual exploits at length, complete with lots of 'oohs and ahs' and adjectives and adverbs. Our little romp had already given them some ideas for 'Millicent's training regimen' as they called it.

We cleaned up the dishes and got back in bed. They wanted to play a new game, which they called 'story time blowjob'. That sounded pretty intriguing to me. Basically, I had to tell them a sexual story, truth or fantasy, and if it got them both really hot they would give me a tag team blowjob. I reckoned it was my duty to do what they wanted. But there were some additional requirements: I had to time my telling of the story so that the climax was obvious and happened just before they were to bring me off. If it was not hot enough they would just keep teasing me until it was. I had no hope of release until they were both turned on enough, and they were the sole judges of that. It almost bordered on submission, but it sounded like so much fun I was willing to risk it.

They scooted down in bed until their faces were just north of my navel, and looked up at me expectantly. They crooned "Tell us a story, Master!" in faux little girl voices. As I looked thoughtful, Suzanne said "if you are getting warm we will play with your nipples!" I figured real stories would be more detailed and hotter than made up ones, but I had to remember not to talk about Suzie signals. I decided to use real events, told from a fictionalized third party perspective, but embellished a bit. I began.

"Once upon a time there was a big beautiful woman. She was six foot tall and 21 0 lbs, with a beautiful face and giant breasts, so big that she was a very self conscious about them. But her ass was even bigger and even more spectacular. It was so big people would comment on it when she walked by, saying "baby got back' and things much, much cruder than that. She began to dress to try to hide her ass. She was afraid to go on dates because guys would either just stare at it or even worse make fun of it, which made her cry. But when she was alone, she had to admit that her ass was very sensitive and sexy. She longed for someone to touch it, and tell her it was beautiful. She even had dreams about a guy who would spank it and kiss it, and she always woke up with wet panties when that happened."

Both girls smiled and toyed with my nipples briefly. "Go on" they said in unison, returning to playing with each other's nipples.

"It had been months and months since she had even been kissed by a boy, and she was embarrassed as her dreams got more and more explicitly sexual. In one dream, a boy who was tall and thin told her he liked her ass and wanted to kiss it. She wanted so much to believe him but was afraid he would just get her naked and then make fun of her. But when she finally let him take off her skirt and panties, he said it was perfect and touched it and kissed it and even bit it a little with his teeth. She got so excited she could barely breathe, and then he said he could not resist and kissed it and began to lick it. She almost passed out she was so turned on. But them she woke up, and had to use her fingers to make herself come. That dream became her constant daydream, but every time a real boy asked her out she was too afraid to say yes."

Lara began to blow on my nipples, encouraging me to continue.

"One day a tall, thin boy walked up to her in the library and asked her to go out with him. She automatically turned him down like she always did, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He said he would just keep asking until she said yes so she should save them both some time and just say yes now. He asked her on a picnic and she suddenly said yes, even volunteering to drive in her car and make a picnic lunch. He suggested they drive to a state park west of town, and she remembered a game from when she was a little girl and suggested they play license plate poker. He laughed, and said they would play license plate strip poker. She reluctantly agreed. The next car was her first hand, and she got a pair of eights. The next car was his and he only got a 10 high. He took off his shirt. She liked the way his chest and abs looked. He smiled at her. He suggested that when she lost, she just wait until they arrived at the park to strip, because it was not safe to have her do it while she was driving."

Both girls leaned forward and kept their hands on my nipples while they listened intently. I guessed I was making progress. I continued my story.

"By the time they got to the park, she owed him four articles of clothing. She started to take of her shoes and he said 'a pair of shoes only counts for one.' She giggled and took off both her shoes; she did not have any socks or hose. She took off her blouse, her skirt, and as she reached for her bra he said 'please take off your panties! I am dying to see your big beautiful ass.' She was excited and suspicious at the same time. She moved the car to a single parking space under some trees, as secluded a spot as she could find. He smiled at her, and she lifted up her hips and slid her panties down. She looked at him expectantly. He looked at her and said 'it's fantastic'. May I please touch it?'

Both girls leaned forward and began to massage my thighs. My story must be passing muster.

"She was so scared she was quivering. Was he going to make fun of her? She turned toward the left side of the car and rotated her body in the seat so she was now facing away from him, with both of her butt cheeks pointing toward him. She was reminded of when she was a little girl and was terrified of getting a shot. But if he made fun of her, it would hurt much more than a shot. He said 'so nice' and began to gently rub her ass. It felt wonderful. He leaned over and kissed her shoulders gently, never taking his hands away from her ass. Suddenly he kissed down her shoulders towards her ass. She quivered, she sobbed. Then she felt his lips gently kissing the very top of her butt."

Both girls were playing with my balls and gently blowing air at my dick. It was time for the close.

"He stopped kissing for a minute, then said 'can we go back to my place? It is going to take me at least two hours to kiss this fine butt properly. Then I really want to get serious about it. That will take all night'."

Both girls smiled and leaned down toward me. Lara teasingly licked the end of my cock. Suzanne began nuzzling my balls. They both reached up and rolled one of my nipples between a thumb and a forefinger. I was at maximum hardness in roughly eight seconds. Suddenly Lara took me all the way down her throat and looked up at me with those incredible Wedgewood blue eyes. She did three vigorous pumping up and downs on me, and then Suzanne took over, and then they repeated the pattern. It was like a competition to see which one could generate more suction and heat on my cock. I was definitely not in the Zen zone, and even doing my best to resist their alternating efforts, I shot in about two minutes. Lara sucked me dry and then kissed Suzanne deeply. They both smiled at me and said "Nice story!" Then I suddenly realized I was really looking forward to seeing Peggy! I guess I was a bit of a dog.

Suzanne dropped me at the dorm about 4 AM Sunday, and then headed back to her place. She had a soccer game this afternoon. I turned off my alarm, hit the bed and slept like the dead; happy, spent, but fully fed and hydrated. I woke up around noon, took a shower, and moseyed on down to lunch. Still feeling fairly full, I hit the salad bar for lots of roughage; 4 kinds of lettuce, carrots, cabbage, sprouts, cucumbers, tomatoes, olives, chickpeas, and pecans, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, and walnuts, with some feta cheese and oil and vinegar. It tasted great. I drank a bunch of water, put on my running stuff, and headed for the track near the dorm. Few people were running on the track, but plenty were throwing Frisbees or footballs on the field inside the track or just hanging out.

I decided to go for 15 miles, and just made it, having to really force myself to sprint the one extra lap, and I needed to walk three cool down laps instead of two. I sat on the ground to rest and congratulate myself for making 15, and saw Dana Duke and Mei Ling Johnson jogging together. They looked fantastic, and were talking a mile a minute all the way around the track. I was not sure if they saw me or not. A few minutes later Cisco joined them, and they did about 5 miles with him running alongside. Mei Ling and Cisco headed off toward Greek row, and I got up to talk to Dana. She looked a little sad as the two lovers walked away, and did not notice me until I called out to her.

"Hi, Robbie. I didn't know you were a runner."

"I am becoming one. I just did 15 for the first time today. My running buddy says after I can do 15 miles 3 times a week for a few weeks, then I could be ready to try to finish a marathon. I never thought I could do that before".

"So you like a challenge?" she smiled.

"Sometimes I do."

"Gotta go. See you later." She turned and left me standing there. What was going on with this girl?

Peggy lived southwest of campus, almost due west of the state capitol, right on one of the shuttle bus routes, but not a bad walk either. A cold 'blue Norther' weather front had moved in this afternoon just after my run, and even hot blooded me was wearing a sweater under my windbreaker, and was thinking about a hat. When I approached the address she had given me, I realized that it was a very old house that had been split up into four apartments. The houses on all three sides of it held offices of big law firms that needed a presence near the capitol. I was actually glad I had walked, because parking was definitely an issue. Peggy's place was upstairs, on the east side, with a nice view of the capital through two windows and a little enclosed porch. She hugged me at the door and asked me to sit down, the brought me an ice tea and said she would be back in a minute. She had a bunch of cutting boards and bowls of stuff out on her kitchen counter, and a big crock pot going nearby. It smelled great, but there were so many different smells that I did not even try to identify them all. She was industriously cutting things up and putting them in the crock pot. She also used a pot holder to take a big iron skillet out of the oven, and poured some yellow batter from a bowl in it, and then put it back in the over. In a few minutes, she cleaned everything up, wrapped some sort of towel around the top of the crackpot, and then sat down next to me, saying "Dinner will be in about 30 minutes, and my roommate will be gone all night."

I figured that was my cue, and I set down my tea and began kissing her softly. "I have some urges" I whispered.

She giggled. "I don't want to get undressed until after I serve dinner." she said coyly, almost Betty Booply.

"That's okay." I stood up, stood right in front of her, and unzipped my zipper slowly, keeping my gaze on her eyes. She kept her mouth closed, but she had a big grin and a wonderful pair of dimples on her face, but she was looking right into my eyes. Her Suzie signal was sending a tone that I could not quite interpret, but then I got it. It was the same kind of tone I heard from Suzanne on our first night together, when she wanted me to force my cock into her mouth and fuck it. But it was subtly different, and I decided I should conduct an experiment. I rubbed her face with my dick, and slapped her cheeks with it, pretty hard, and Suzie said she liked it. Experiment one was moving back from her a few inches, so she could not touch it with her lips or tongue. Her grin turned down slightly, and her eyes looked unhappy, and her Suzie sounded a little melancholy, too. Data point one recorded.

I began to jack off, pointing right at her face. I visualized shooting my stuff all over her pretty face, and sent that image as a big ping. Her eyes got wide, and her Suzie sent a wonderful mix of humiliation and excitement. Then I visualized her opening her mouth, covering the end of my duck with it, and sucking me dry just as I came. I pinged her with that, and her Suzie sent contentment, but much less excitement. Data point two recorded. So I was going to let her choose. I would go for shooting all over her pretty face, and move back a little when I was just about to come, and she would have to actively move forward and work to get my cock into her mouth. I must be a born scientist, because I just discovered that I have a talent for experimental design.

I was, of course, very eager to serve the cause of science, so I did not dally in getting ready to begin collecting data. I began to breathe a little faster and her eyes suddenly showed indecision. A drop of clear fluid formed on the end of my cock, and she involuntarily pursed her lips and the tip of her pink tongue showed through them slightly. I was too quick for her, and I moved back about six inches and her lips closed again. She got a funny look on her face, and her Suzie signaled apprehension and excitement. Maybe I didn't really have the discipline to be a top scientist, because I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to see her pretty face covered with my spunk. I was just about to let loose. She opened her mouth as leaned forward, but I leaned back and shot my first spurt. It soured above her nose and landed on her eyebrows, triggering a reflex that closed her pretty eyes, but her mouth stayed open and the second spurt landed on her tongue. And then, she nailed down a spot in my all time girlfriend hall of fame with one quick action. She quickly swallowed my second shot, and then stuck her tongue back out immediately, keeping her eyes closed, indicating she was ready for the next shot. That is absolutely my kind of girl. I could not disappoint a lady, so I delivered my next three spurts onto her tongue, and she downed them avidly too. Then my final shot hit a little low and got on her chin. She snaked that long and talented tongue out a licked it up and swallowed that too. Oh Peggy, I must now devote myself to pleasing you the rest of the night. She ran her tongue up against her top teeth with her mouth open and smiled, and it was just as sexy as when Suzanne did it.

"Well I guess we started dessert early!" She laughed. "Maybe I don't need to serve a dessert after dinner now."

I laughed, and kissed her gently. "My dessert is between your beautiful butt cheeks dear, and it will take me along time to eat it with the care and devotion that it deserves!"

She quickly stood up. "Time to serve dinner now!" We both laughed. The crock pot yielded hot and tasty Brunswick stew, and the oven produced fresh hot cornbread, a perfect combination for a cold evening like tonight. After that tasty treat I was inspired by another one, and I teased and tongued sweet Peggy until not only her Suzie screamed for it but she demanded loudly and verbally that I violate her tender butt. I could not refuse a lady.

It had been one hell of a weekend. I would throw myself into classes Monday and Tuesday, and Wednesday until it was time to meet Suzanne and Lara for hopefully my best Halloween ever. I was looking forward to seeing those new costumes, taking their leashes into my hands and strutting into the parties with them, finding, teasing and setting up Millicent for her 'training regimen' and especially a little after party with my two best girls. Sometimes it's good to have a talent!

But I also had some 'dating homework' to do. I wanted to figure out how to use my only talent to read Suzie signals for spotting 'the next Melanie' before I got on the plane, rather than after it crashed, so to speak. I also wondered if I could find a way to do a 'risk assessment' on a girl before I slept with her and by extension everyone else she had ever slept with.

I was surely settling into a good thing with Suzann, Lara, and Peggy l, but I had to admit that part of me was still thinking about Candy's pink treasures, and another part of me was growing very curious about Dana Duke and her strangely lilting Suzie signals. I suppose I would just have to keep conducting experiments in my never ending quest for truth.