The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 03

When she was clearly through, I withdrew my finger and kissed her where her pubic hair was growing, then climbed back into bed next to her. She made room for me, then hugged me and clung to me. "Phil, again you've been good to me, and you've still gotten nothing much out of it except a backache and sore ears." I hadn't realized that the discomfort of uncurling my back had been so obvious. "I love you! Please, kiss me some more. If we can't get you ready that way, I'll try some things." So we kissed, a lot, and I assure you my hands were not idle, either. I was somewhat distracted by thinking about that "I love you." I decided that it probably didn't mean anything, just gushing out from her feelings of the moment.

My cock was definitely larger than it was when not aroused, but it was limp and floppy. Bruja—Samantha, I mean—had her hand down there a lot, teasing, stroking, and this was having some effect, but not enough. Finally, she said, "Phil, I want to try something else. I haven't gotten any instruction in it, which almost seems unfair, since you were instructed in what you did for me. But you hear things, I mean, I heard even before I came here, and a couple of girls—at home for holidays—said some things. From what they said, boys really like this, and it can get them going if they're not ready. The thing is, I don't really know what I'm doing, so I may mess it up somehow."

I told her, "I have to guess that you're talking about sucking on my cock. Is that right?" She looked surprised, but nodded. "OK, I've had it done to me enough that I can give you some pointers, and certainly tell you what you're doing wrong if it's really bad. I haven't been formally instructed, either, so there may be finer points I'm oblivious to, of course."

I proceeded to give her about the same summary I had given Rosa, when she asked. Except, of course, now I knew things from experience, not just theory. And I didn't describe doing deep throat, that wasn't the direction we needed to go. She asked a couple of questions, and then started in. It worked, up to a point. I was larger, and somewhat hard and stiff, not the way I should have been, but some. And interest was there. She asked me whether she should go on. And since the goal was definitely not to get me to come in her mouth, I said no. We switched around some. I kissed her some more, and got on top, and went in.

It was a struggle. Not getting in, not by then, but I couldn't get to the point where I could come. I was very pleased that a couple of times along the way she came. That sort of made it all worth while, but I was feeling pretty frustrated. Not the sort of frustration that comes from being really aroused, wanting sex, when it's not available, but frustration because in spite of both our best attempts I wasn't getting there.

Finally, I just gave up and pulled out. A couple of times I had thought I was getting near enough, but I never could go further, and it was just getting too frustrating. She hugged me again. She was pretty near to crying, even nearer than I was, and I tried to comfort her, telling her it wasn't her fault, it was mine. And finally, she said, "All right, let's see if I can't make it work this way, then!" She resumed oral sex, and with us both trying hard for a couple of minutes I did finally come. She swallowed and sucked until I was dry.

She was thrilled, and I was relieved in several ways. If nothing else, we'd made a lot of progress on my feelings, and to my mind that was a very big deal. I wanted to want her, because I knew that this was in some way a measure of my really forgiving her, and I wanted so badly to do that! I was hoping that before the end of the week I would really be able to do right by her. It really hurt her that I couldn't desire her the way everything about her should have made me.

Revision: 4/10/2019