Chapter 10
After another quick swim in the nude, Sam and Joanna climbed from the pool, playfully toweling each other dry, letting their hands taunt and tease in the process, which would have resulted in another romp on the air mattress had they not just sated their desires only minutes ago.
"Hungry?" she asked as he pulled her to him, still unable to get enough of the sleek smoothness of her nakedness next to his.
"Ravenous," he grinned, kissing her long and passionately.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed weakly as they parted. "I was going to suggest I would fix us up a quickie lunch of cold cuts and something to drink, but if you keep that up... "
"Yes, ma'am," he nodded. "I'll be a good boy now, if you'll add some cheese to that lunch and perhaps a glass of wine, if you have any around the house."
"Can do," she smiled up at him from under her long black eyelashes. "Give me a second or two to slip into some clothes and I'll meet you in the den for lunch."
"Nope," he shook his head. "Forget the clothes. I told you I dig looking at that lovely body of yours. Besides just because you have a guest doesn't mean it's time to put on modest airs."
"What?" she looked up at him.
"Don't give me that," he chided. "For a woman who does her sunbathing in the nude, you sure have a habit of wanting to get into your clothes as quickly as possible."
"How did you know... I mean about my sunbathing habits?" she asked with surprise.
"These," he answered, giving the twin peaks of her breasts a gentle squeeze. "Their lovely tan is just the tone of the rest of your body. And no matter how hot this southern sun is and how skimpy that little bikini of yours is, there's not a way this can occur unless you're lying around in the sun nude."
"My one secret wickedness has been found out," she smiled coyly. "Now if you will be so kind as to stop all those marvy things your hands are doing to me, I'll get us some lunch."
He stopped, watching as she walked around the pool and disappeared into the house through double sliding glass doors. Her head then poked back out, "By the way, the den's right in here."
Nodding, he followed her into the house. The den was one of those sunken pits that are normally reserved for the pages of some interior decorating magazine. The carpet was a thick white shag that tried to creep up around his ankles as he stepped into it. And the furniture was that soft furry material that had always seemed to him was made to run one's hands over rather than sit on.
He glanced around and smiled with approval. There wasn't a piece of furniture with plastic covering any-. where to be seen. It was surprising. The type of furniture a person had in his home said something about their sensuality. Persons who dig running around their homes in the raw never purchase vinyl-covered chairs. Plastic tends to stick very uncomfortably to bare skin.
For a woman that had spent most of her life hung up about men and sex, Joanna had very sensual tastes. It was almost as if she were trying to express her suppressed needs in the things she surrounded herself with.
Whatever it was, he liked the results. He eyed the soft-looking sofa for a moment, then decided the carpet looked much more accommodating. Settling down, he leaned back enjoying the luxury of the thick shag.
"No fair going to sleep on me," Joanna grinned as she entered the room carrying a tray of sandwiches and the requested cheese and wine.
"It would be easy," he smiled as he sat up. "I've slept in a lot of beds that were less comfortable than this. It's great!"
She laughed as she lowered herself to the floor beside him and placed the tray on the coffee table, "It has been great... this afternoon, I mean."
There was no way he could deny that. He told her so in another long, tongue-involving kiss that left her aquiver when they parted. She weakly handed him a glass of wine, then coyly gazed at him over her glass as she sipped at her drink.
Neither of them spoke much as they ate, although their hands would occasionally drift lightly to each other's bodies as if making sure they were still there and not part of some highly erotic dream.
Finishing off the last of the sandwiches and draining his glass, Sam once again leaned back, sinking into the softness of the carpet. Joanna joined him, snugly at his side with her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. He kissed her softly with tenderness, letting his hand randomly rove over the unblemished smoothness of her naked flesh.
"That feels so good," she sighed, her lips brushing against his neck. "Your hands are good. I like them on me."
"That's good," he grinned. "Because I like them on you, too."
She laughed, letting her own fingers twist little curls in the thick dark hairs on his chest. After a few idle moments of play, her hand drifted down over his stomach and continued her weaving in the forest of pubic hairs surrounding his quiescent penis.
"I like my hands on you, too," she smiled as she rose and softly kissed his lips.
"Mmmmmm," he nodded in agreement.
Her head leaned closer again, this time she let her tongue languorously trace over his lips, while her fingertips continued their tantalizing weaving around his crotch. "Would it have been like this when we were back in high school?"
He smiled and shook his head, "Who knows? Besides if you were frightened of me, I had to be doubly frightened of you."
She laughed, "Now who's putting on airs? It was quite a well-known fact around the old school that you and Rhonda had something going that went beyond being good friends."
"We've always been like brother and sister," he smiled remembering Rhonda's own description of their relationship.
"An incestuous brother and sister," she smiled, her tongue now lightly brushing around the small pebble of his nipple.
"Does it bother you?" he asked as his fingertips imitated her oral taunting, quickly changing one of her sleeping nipples into a stiff excited button of flesh.
"Not really, although I was more than a tad bit jealous then," she answered, letting her lips gingerly suck at his other nipple. "It sure as hell bothered a lot of the other boys. I think every one of them tried to get Rhonda into the back seat of their cars and couldn't get to first base with her."
"Now you're putting me on again," he chuckled, finding it a little hard to believe that passionate Rhonda had limited her sexual experience just to him.
"Maybe," she answered, "but if there were any other boys, Rhonda never told any of the girls about them."
"And I suppose she went into great detail about me," he grinned.
"Mmmm hmmmm," she nodded, "and she was right."
Suddenly her hand encircled the hose-like length of his cock and squeezed lovingly, "She used to brag that there wasn't a boy in the whole country that knew more about what a girl wanted than Sam Coit."
"Why that lying bitch," he joked, "she knew it was at least in the whole state."
"Egomaniac!" she chided, suddenly swinging her nakedness atop him and slithering down his body until she was kneeling between his spread legs.
Her eyes drifted to the sleeping snake nestled in its bed of dark hairs, then her eyes rose to him with a flashing glint. Her fingers tenderly traced over the thick hose, letting her fingertips swirl over the sensitive crown of his glands. He moaned softly as his testicles rose in the security of their sac.
Her gaze flashed to him again, then dropped back to his vulnerably exposed manhood. Her lips parted and he could see the flicking wetness of her pink tongue. He never gave a second thought to the possibility of her taking him into her mouth. She just wasn't ready for any oral experimenting yet!
Which is exactly why his balls nearly cart wheeled out of their sac when she leaned over and tenderly pressed her luscious lips to the head of his prick. The contact was only a fraction of a second, but he felt it. Sheer sizzling sexual excitement erupted and swirled through his loins. His body trembled and he moaned.
The black-haired beauty once more glanced up at him. An obviously pleased smile danced on her red lips. If she had any thoughts about what the effects of such a kiss on him would be, she now knew and was apparently pleased with the results.
Pushing up on his elbows, he watched as her head once more bent to his crotch and her lips teasingly kissed up and down the length of his cock. He had never expected this, which made it all the more fantastic. Soft and moist, her lips taunted at him, awakening the need for her once more.
But before his prick could raise its head, the raven-tressed woman decided to satisfy her own curiosity that had been aroused while his tongue had busied her cunt. Lifting the limp form of his manhood, she opened her mouth and closed her lips around him. Smiling to herself as he moaned above her, his eyes following every titillating movement.
Soft and smooth, she thrilled as her tongue circled around the massive bulk of his sex in a humid caress. He felt as good in her mouth as she had expected.
That good feeling only grew, the cleft of her loins quickly dampening, as she felt the throbbing strength surge into his penis. He felt powerful and demanding as he rose with her tongue and lips still lovingly attached to his prick. But there was something more, something that thrilled her just as much as his only too natural transformation. That was the fact that she was doing this to him. Her mouth and tongue were creating this wonderful metamorphosis. She and no one else was the source of his arousal.
Harder and stronger he grew within her face, filling her mouth with his ponderous mass. She quivered with her own arousal. Her hand slowly drifted up and down the firmness of his flesh, reveling in its hard length, yet marveling at the same soft smoothness it retained.
She needed no urgings to continue with her oral tauntings. He had given her his mouth and now she wanted to return the favor.
She eased her head back just a little, letting her sheathing lips slide over his thickness. He moaned out the ball-stirring effects of her action. She sucked a bit, still testing her abilities and received another pleased moan from the man gazing down at her.
If there were an awkwardness to her ministrations, he didn't care as he stared down at those full, red lips securely ringing the swollen circumference of his cock. Delicately, her head rose and fell in a bobbing motion. Her cheeks hollowed deeper and deeper as she increased the intensity of her sucking.
Suddenly her head dropped and he watched at least half of his prick disappear into the warm sweetness of her mouth. His engorged glands banged against the back of her throat. He groaned in deep pleasure.
Suddenly, her head jerked away and she gagged. She had tried to take too much on her maiden attempt at cocksucking. Later she would learn to breathe through her nostrils and achieve a greater capacity for taking in the thickness of a man. But at the moment all that mattered was that she had taken him into her mouth without any suggestion on his part.
Reaching down, he grasped her under her arms and pulled her atop him, so that her legs opened and straddled his crotch. The thick pole of sex which her mouth had prepared twitched and teased at the mouth of her pussy.
"I'm sorry," she began to apologize for her failure.
But his mouth cut off any unneeded words as it covered hers and his tongue reamed into her mouth, twisting and gyrating in a series of thrilling maneuvers. Simultaneously, his lips rose and nuzzled his needy cock into the warmth of her lovemound. She wiggled, sliding down and swallowing the imposing shaft back into the harbor of her belly.
Immediately their bodies resumed the age-old motion that would eventually culminate in the release of their growing passion. Clinging together, their pelvises rocked in a steady tempo.
In and out of her sweet tightness, he shafted the pulsing lance of his manhood. His hips bounced up and down on the floor under him. His arms hugged her close, as their mouths continued the enticing duel of their tongues.
Her body met each stroke of his cock. Wet, exciting noises rose to their ears, as her squeezing cunt sucked at his length, then relaxed as he plunged back into the depths of her heated interior.
On one occasion, she pushed herself up on her outstretched arms, imitating the manner in which he had taken her beside the pool. With the increased angle of entry, her body seemed to open up to him and he sunk even deeper into her caressing moist folds.
Her pelvis rotated slowly around his pumping cock, washing him in her liquid warmth. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration as she squeezed the taut muscles of her cuntal walls. Up and down she rose, riding the ponderous rail of his hardness.
However, when he eased a hand down to her crotch and cupped the mound of her pubis, an inquisitive finger toying with her clit, her arms quickly gave way and she toppled back to his chest. Her firm breasts and their stiff nipples trying to dig small holes in his flesh.
Around and around the tiny bud of pleasure his swirling fingertip worked, administering jarring bolts of sexual electricity to her already steaming body.
Her thighs pulsed in an ever expanding glow of need. Harder and harder, his hips whipped that swollen shaft of cock into the trembling tunnel of her lust. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, as her own pelvis hunched and bucked in desperation.
Faster and faster, their bodies worked, carrying her closer and closer to the destination of her fevered passion. She groaned and grunted in reckless abandon, as she fucked herself on his rigid prong.
Like a piston of flesh, he packed himself into the tightness of her cunt. Then he wrenched out from her opened depths and threw his spike of flesh back into her belly.
When she came, her body shuddered and quaked and trembled atop his. She cried out at the delicious sensations of climax penetrating every cell of her body.
His balls still far from releasing their own mounting need, he slowed his rhythm. Almost moving with languor, his swollen shaft slid in and out of her quivery contracting cunt. She moaned softly as she gratefully savored the last tremors of her orgasm.
For minutes they just lay there, feeling their bodies joined together and relishing the movement of his cock within her. Then she once more pushed herself up on her outstretched arms. A wicked gleam of delight flashed in her dark eyes. Her hips rotated in a squeezing, screwing motion that seemed to impale him even deeper into the covetous mouth of her pussy.
He had brought her, now she was fully intent on doing the same for him. Pulling her knees up to the side of his hips, she attained the fulcrum she needed. There was nothing hesitant about the way she rode him. She hunched up and down on his rod like a woman gone wild.
In and out, his cock shot into the fiery depths of her womanly core. He groaned and shuddered as that wonderful tightness of her pussy closed around his fat prick. He jerked and drilled hard into her cunt, as the burning heat of his balls began to swirl and churn. He was close and if she continued this relentless fashion of hunching and fucking, he'd shoot his load in a matter of seconds.
A fact that she apparently was all too aware of. As she rocked back and forth, her eyes carefully studied the face of the man below her. She watched the tension that gripped his muscles and the intense expression of nearness on his face.
Then on one of her upward rides, she suddenly pulled completely off him. Before his desire-clouded mind could comprehend what had occurred, her mouth once more lovingly encompassed the stiff pole of flesh jutting from his crotch.
He gazed down, watching those luscious lips draw tightly around his. Her head no longer delicately bobbed up and down, but jerked in a hungry, eager fashion.
Her tongue was working at full stride, licking and laving around the slick column of his sex, bathing away the mixture of his preseminal fluids and her cuntal juices. Like a soft, moist whip, she lashed her oral probe across the hyper-sensitive head of his prick, while her teeth lightly nibbled at the swollen crown of lust.
She sucked at him. Hard and long, she sucked. Her cheeks were like sunken caverns, as she slid up and down on his engorged cock. She sucked as she drew him into her mouth and she sucked as her head rose up to the tip of his prick.
There was no way he could contain himself under the imposing sensations of her eager oral attack. His balls released the hot viscosity they contained, sending it up through the narrow channel that ran down the center of his shaft.
As that first steaming rush of come splattered over the velvet carpet of her tongue, she jerked her mouth away from his cock. For a fraction of a second, she stared at the opalescent cream spurting from the slitted-mouth of his glands, as if unsure of what she was to do next. Meanwhile, she tasted the small sampling she had received of his come. Almost surprised, she found it to her liking.
Her head dropped back down and her mouth opened once again, swallowing up his shaft and the thick, hot come that still spewed out in heavy fountains of pleasure.
Gratefully he groaned as he once more found himself sheltered in the moist haven of her mouth. She sucked at him, drawing out every drop of his release and then licking around his hard thickness, as if trying to find any of the warm drops that possibly escaped her during that one moment of hesitation.
When she finally pulled off his prick, there was a satisfied smile on her lips. One that matched a similar smile on his. Once more reaching down, he pulled her to him and kissed those marvelous lips that had brought him so much pleasure in such an unexpected manner. When they finally parted, she was laughing like a small child pleased with her newly discovered capabilities.
Laughter that suddenly turned to deep moans of arousal as he scooted down beside her and once again treated her to the expert titilation of his tongue within her cunt.
It didn't take much to get her where he wanted her. Apparently her oral caresses had affected her almost as much as it had him. She came, squealing and writhing as his tongue darted in and out of the slippery, heated channel of her pussy, with occasional flicks to her aroused clit.
After that, neither of them moved for several minutes, until she eventually rose, announcing she was thirsty, "Would you care for something? Another glass of wine, perhaps?"
"A tall glass of ice water," he answered. "And a cigarette."
"The cigarettes are in that box over there," she pointed to a wooden container on an end table. "There's some matches in there also."
Grabbing the box, he extracted a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the blue smoke deeply into his lungs, as he watched her leave the room. His eyes shifted outside for a moment. The sun was setting. It was far later than he realized. He glanced around for a clock, but couldn't find one. Reminding himself to call Rhonda, he mentally considered the possibilities of remaining until the wedding. Thoughts that were interrupted as Joanna, her cheeks still holding a warm pink glow left by her recent climax, re-entered the room.
Taking a sip from the glass of ice water, she handed it to him, as she settled back to the floor beside him. Her eyes lovingly watched as he gulped down at least half the drink, then offered her another sip. Taking the glass, she drank, then placed it on the coffee table. His eyes watching her every move, followed her as she got to her hands and knees and reached for the cigarette box.
Her position gave him an unobstructed view of her upturned asscheeks. Like two over-ripe melons of flesh, the two oval half-moons jutted up into the air, sleek and sun-tanned as the rest of her body. Leaning over, he kissed the emphatic slope of her asscheeks.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered in surprise, then moaned softly as his lips teased at the over demiglobe of flesh. "Mmmmmmmmm."
He scooted behind her as she poised there on her knees and her arms grasping the edge of the table. He kissed the summery tan of her hindmounds again, letting his tongue tickle at the rounded curves. An excited wave of goose flesh rippled over her body as she moaned again, making no attempt to move away from him.
Gently, his palms barely touching her skin, he fondled the smooth mounds of her behind, eliciting several more sighs of pleasure, as well as a wiggly little dance from her ass. Continuing with his tantalizing game, he slowly traced a fingertip along the deep crease of the two fleshy cushions.
Her reaction surprised him. Aroused tremors quaked through her body and she groaned in a low, deep-throated voice of passion. He repeated the process and received the same enthusiastic response. This is one woman that digs a man's hands on her ass, he smiled, as he rapidly ran that titillating finger up and down the dark line separating the smooth ovals of her bottom. By the time he stopped she was a bundle of quivering little trembles and whimpery moans were constantly coming from her lips.
He leaned over and again kissed the twin pillows of her ass, as he slowly tickled a finger between the fleshy half-globes. Her moaning increased, as his fingertip lightly brushed over the taut ring of her anus. In fact, she groaned deeply with fully aroused excitement and her body jerked rigid for an instant under the intimate taunting of his finger. Her reaction came from pleasure, not an attempt to pull away from his administrations.
There was no doubt in his mind as to which approach he was now going to take. He had sampled the ecstasy of this lovely goddess' mouth and vagina. Now he was going to see if her ass was also available to him.
Gripping the fleshy pads, he pulled them apart, allowing a view of the brown mouth of her rectum. He leaned over and ran his tongue over its hard little nodes. The response he received was explosive. Her groans of desire filled the room. Her body quaked and trembled in anticipation.
Again and again, he licked at the tiny hole, working the moist tip of his tongue into her body, while his squeezing hands kneaded the pliant flesh of her hind-cheeks. When he eventually pulled away, she groaned in disappointment that he had so suddenly ended the inciting stimulation.
However, he was far from through with that now slickened asshole. Running a hand between her spread thighs, he dipped a finger into the flesh flow of lubricants within the wet tunnel of her cunt. Pausing only a brief moment to tease and cajole new thrills within her body, he withdrew that entrenched digit and raised it to her anus. Carefully he tickled and teased at the mouth of her ass, until she relaxed enough for his fingertip to enter.
Again and again, he repeated the process, carefully preparing the tiny entrance for what he had in mind. With each taunting probe of his finger, she moaned and wiggled allowing him deeper access to her bowels. The erotic effects of his ministrations were readily apparent in the heavy flood of juices that seeped from her vaginal walls. She wasn't just digging what he was doing, she loved it!
While his embedded finger drilled in and out of her asshole in penis-imitating fashion, he leaned close to her so that his chest rested on her back and the now stiff length of his cock throbbed against her hindcheeks. For several moments he nibbled and kissed along the arch of her neck and slope of her smooth shoulders. Finally his tongue and lips moved to her ear, busying its enticing lobe.
"I want you," he whispered. "I want you here."
His finger sunk into the hot pocket of her ass three knuckles deep so that she understood exactly what his intentions were and could refuse now before he ever got underway.
"Yessssss," her sibilant hiss of delight came with complete approval. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"There's a possibility this will hurt a little," he answered. "But I will go slow and easy. And I'll stop any time you say. Understand?"
The delightfully disarrayed mass of her black hair nodded back and forth, affirming she understood his plans. Her whole body was trembling in delicious anticipation of feeling that thick stalk of cock plugged into her ass.
"Now, relax," he whispered, "and let me do everything else."
Again she nodded, then groaned as he moved forward, the turgid rod of his prick sinking deeply into the hot, wet confines of her pussy. This wasn't what she expected, but it felt good. She was ready for him, anyway he would give her that ponderous length of manmeat.
"This is just to get me slick," he explained, as his hands tenderly soothed over the voluptuous mounds of her perky bottom. "It'll make my entrance a lot easier. Remember, relax. Relax as much as you can."
Relax, over and over she repeated the command in her mind, trying to do her best to comply, despite the fantastic sensations of his shaft easing in and out of her cunt. The same spike of his manhood that would soon be crammed all the way up her back. She shivered and again attempted to calm her rising desire as much as possible.
He pulled from the slippery wetness of her quim and spread wide the demiglobes of her asscheeks. Glancing down at the slickened entrance to her rectum, he inched his prick forward so that its pulsing crown pressed against the puckered mouth of her anus. The excitement of that contact raced through her body and was transmitted to his fingertips.
"Relax," he whispered again, feeling some of the aroused anticipation ease from her muscles.
He pushed forward again. The arrowhead shape of his glands flattened to a blunt tip as the cincture of her ass tightened against the imposing invasion of her bowels. Harder he pressed, watching the crease of her ass form a sunken cavern around his cockshead, but still he had not penetrated the waiting pocket of her ass.
"Relax," he repeated. "Relax just a little and I'll be in you."
She complied, forcing her body to forget the excitement that coursed through it. The hardened nodes of her anus flattened and the tight sphincter muscle relaxed. She opened and the fat head of his prick vanished up her back, quickly followed by the remaining inches of his cock.
"Aaarragggahhhhh!" she groaned, as the full measure of his prick skewered into her asshole. "Big, too big!"
The impossibly tight channel of her rectum clamped down around him like a custom-made glove. He was anchored solidly into the depths of her ass. He couldn't have moved even if he had wanted to. Which he didn't.
Hot, incredibly hot! That was the only description he could think of as he found his shaft entrenched in the fiery core of a volcano of flesh.
To describe the fantastic smoothness of that round hole that seemingly had been made to take a man's cock as simply velvet-lined, would have been an inexcusable understatement. The satiny texture of her asshole defied description!
The prodigious waves of sensations that washed through his loins were unbelievable. Despite their nonstop sexual play all afternoon, he realized he was on the verge of coming once again. He tried to ease himself out of the sensual inferno of her rectum, but she groaned, stopping his movement.
"No!" she shook her head determinedly. "Give me just a couple more seconds. You feel so big! It's like you're stuffed all the way up to my throat. But I want you to stay in me. Just let me accustom myself to you. Don't leave, please!"
He was still, waiting as her muscles and strained membranes got used to the idea of that fat, swollen prong packing them to the hilt. She loosened a little, then squeezed down again. Over and over, she repeated the process until at least she had achieved the relaxation she desired.
"Now... " she nodded, "... move in me."
He gripped her rounded ass slopes and eased himself out of that tight musculature that had held him in the depths of her rectal furrow. A fresh ripple of goose flesh ran along her spine as he moved.
"Yes," she moaned in grateful tones. "I can take you there. It hurts, but it hurts good!"
He swung in, hunching into the parted hole of her ass. His own buttocks were hard rocks of tension, as he glided in and out of hers, tunneling himself deeply into the puckered mouth of her back.
In and out he stretched and strained her hungry orifice. And she began to move, throwing herself back on the impaling length of cock, showing her ass back and waggling it to meet each driving thrust of his hips.
"It's... It's wonderful!" she groaned.
Her head rose a bit and her back arched some, as she became even more thoroughly engrossed in the fat plunger of flesh cramming its way in and out of the tender layers of her rectum. She pulled and pushed at him, wiggling her hips in full arousal. His delving prick burrowed into the spongy flesh, feeling like a white-hot fire brand of searing sexual sensations.
His pelvis slammed into the upturned balls of her ass. The slapping sounds of their meeting bodies sounded in a sharp staccato series of loud pops. The gripping power of that tight hole molded around the contours of his cock, as if it were still unwilling to relinquish one inch of him as he pulled free. She squeezed even tighter, as he drilled back into her bowels in a reaming drive that bounced his dangling balls off her rounded asscheeks.
She jerked forward and soundly threw her bottom at him, skewering her body on his length. His cock shot deep up her sweet anal slot. In full swing, he rocked his hips back and forth, plowing the tender furrow of her haunches.
Poling repeatedly into the hot volcano of her rectal channel, she hunched and grunted, fucking herself as much as he shafted her. Through the thin membrane of her asshole, he could feel the excited contractions of her vagina. She was rushing head on toward another climax. His own desire was matching her with each pounding stroke of his cock.
She groaned loud and low in bestial delight, as the soul-shattering tidal waves of orgasm once more gripped her body and sent her into the fantastic world of sexual oblivion.
Her ass gripped around him, once more anchoring him into the satiny depths of her back. He could no longer move, but he didn't need to. The very pressure of that luxurious vise-like clamp was all he needed.
For what seemed like the umpteenth time that weekend he came, his seminal reserves still capable of producing spurting gushes of sperm and semen. Grateful and satisfied, he wrapped his arms around her waist and clutched her close, as he blasted into the tender channel of her ass, knowing that she could feel every tiny twitch of his cock.