Chapter 2

Larry could tell by the way my eyes were bulging out of their sockets how eager I actually was to test his penis with my tongue.

"I can see by the way you're staring at it, you're fascinated," he chuckled. "Go ahead, baby. Work your tongue over the end of it."

I was still a little fearful about doing something quite that provocative. I thought back to ... the one big affair that I had had in my life. As a matter-of-fact, that might explain why I didn't get involved after that.

It was one year after I got out of high school, and I was dating a young, enterprising engineer. I would have given virtually my whole life for him, and I was convinced that we were going to be married.

Oh, every time that I hinted to that effect, he would change the subject, but I felt certain that it was only a matter of time before he would finally propose.

We had sex on a number of occasions, and many times he would allow his tongue to slide against my aroused pussy, but I never did consent to suck him, even though many times he had asked for it. I felt that cocksucking was the kind of intimate act that I would only perform with a man to whom I was married.

The romance ended tragically with the man finally forced to reveal that he was married, and was leading a double life in his involvement with me.

That had left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I was thinking of that young engineer while my eyes were hypnotized by Larry's hard penis.

I leaned forward and let my tongue slide outward. All the while Larry was watching me with great interest.

"Go ahead. It isn't really all that hard," he encouraged.

Just to help me along, he reached out with his right hand and allowed his fingertips to maneuver soothingly through my long hair. It felt good to have him touching my hair, and, before I knew it, my head was sliding forward, moving closer toward his penis.

I slid my tongue oh so slowly against the tip of his smooth member. I touched it with great caution.

"You can do better than that," he said. "Come on, start working your tongue around it. Let it slide all over the tip."

I began to take his advice. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead as I accelerated the level of the tongue movement. I was still confining my sucking efforts to the very tip of his excited phallus, but gradually I was picking up the pace.

I made certain that my tongue covered every crevice of his penis tip, and after a while, when I really began to step up the pace, his whole body began to sway from every movement.

I liked it when his legs and buttocks rocked back and forth from the volcanic efforts that I would supply with my tongue.

I systematically slid my tongue back and forth, working him into an ever greater lather.

On my own initiative, and without one solitary word of encouragement, I began to extend the level of the sucking. I worked my tongue up and down his rock hard penis, sliding it for all that I was worth, pushing myself into a state of ecstasy that I hadn't even known existed ... at least not since my breakup with the engineer several years before.

"You're on the right track," he gasped, his voice becoming husky with tension. "Reach out and play with my balls, baby. Look at how they're bulging. Toy with them while you're sucking me."

Little did I realize at that moment just how far I had been hypnotized by this handsome young man. But there was no turning back. I would stick with my sucking endeavors until climax had been attained.

My head bobbed up and down as I continued to slide my tongue over his penis.

I played with his balls while I maintained the rhythmic pace. At first my movements had been somewhat jerky, mainly based on my inexperience and excitement. Even though I remained thoroughly aroused by it all, I now seemed to develop an instinctive sense of rhythm about sucking his cock. It was something that I believed I principally received from watching his body rocking back and forth.

I slid my fingers against his testicles, and just touching the warmth of his hairy flesh gave me that much more incentive for working my tongue eagerly up and down the full length of his rod.

He was beginning to gasp louder than ever, and his whole body was jarred with every tongue movement that I eagerly put forward.

"Keep up the pace!" he cried out. "Keep working your tongue, honey. Oh, toy with my balls!"

I kept up my fervent one-two efforts, sliding my tongue in relentless pursuit of his penis.

"Pretty soon I'm going to explode," he told me. "I want you to catch every drop of my stuff. Go ahead, baby, turn your tongue loose. Give it everything you've got. I want you to taste me!"

It didn't begin to dawn on me until then just what I would do when he orgasmed. It was one thing to enjoy letting my tongue slide up and down his warm, inspiring cock, but it was quite another to react to the jutting streaks of semen that would be spilling voluminously inside my mouth.

I pondered the thought as I kept on relentlessly maneuvering my tongue up and down his cock. I wouldn't panic, I thought, even though this was my first cocksucking effort. After all, a girl has to begin somewhere.

So I kept on letting my tongue slither up and down on his cock. I worked him that much closer to climax.

"I'm practically there, keep it up," he called out.

I reached out and squeezed his balls several times, enjoying the stimulating contact.

His whole body quivered, and he began completely to give way to the passions of the moment.

As his legs trembled, he heaved a loud gasp, and I felt the first few droplets of orgasmic juice rocketing into my mouth.

He steadied himself by grabbing my head. He tangled his fingers in my hair while the juices continued to spill out of the end of his huge cock and into my mouth.

The first few droplets had served as a prelude, but now the semen was gushing out of the end of his rod and into my mouth.

"This is so good," he sighed. "Eat every delicious drop."

The first few heavy spurts had taken me by surprise, and some of the droplets spilled out of my mouth.

I did my best, though, to retain whatever I could, and with great conviction I fought relentlessly to swallow the orgasmic liquid that was deluging my open mouth.

I gulped several times, since the semen was spurting thick and fast, but I determinedly managed to hold onto almost all of it, considering my efforts an overall success.

Following the final few gulps of cock-fuel, I released my tongue from his peter.

"Reach out and touch my penis," he laughed.

My fingers moved forward, fondling his rod, which had gone down very little after the orgasm.

"You're welcome to suck me again," he told me.

"I've really got to be going," I shook my head, removing my fingers from his rod, then getting up and walking quickly toward the door.

It wasn't until then that I realized how scared I actually was. The whole process terrified me. Perhaps my instincts were hypnotized enough by the aura of Larry's hard penis, but the rest of me remained pretty conventional.

I kept asking myself how I could ever have gone that far with him.

"Stick around," he said. "I could go off again real easy."

"Not on your life."

"You're acting awfully weird," he said. "What the hell...? You just sucked my cock. You shouldn't be uptight about coming back and having some more sex."

"This might not have dawned on you, but, believe it or not, I do work at this hospital. I have other patients to see as well."

"Fine. Go ahead and see them. Then come back here."

"I will not," I replied as firmly as I knew how. "You caught me at a weak moment, Larry. I don't know what got into me, but I can assure you of one thing. Those same feelings will never prompt me to do anything like that again."

"That's a lot of bullshit," he laughed heartily.

"What makes you laugh at me?"

"Because you're trying to convince yourself that you really didn't enjoy it. You enjoyed it; you enjoyed every bit of it."

"That's your story."

"Just think about it, Joan. Think about it softie more. You'll finally reach the point where you'll be honest with yourself. Then you'll be able to admit just what I've done for you. You were all uptight. You're a beautiful chick, and I'll bet you don't even have a steady boyfriend."

"That's none of your business," I snapped.

"You see? I was right."

"How could you conclude that? I didn't say whether you were right or wrong. I just said it was none of your business."

"I don't think you'd have gotten that uptight unless I'd hit the nail on the head."

"You have a very lewd mind. All you can think of is sex."

"If you ask me, that's a damned healthy sign. As a matter-of-fact, if it weren't for you I'd be begging to be let out of this hospital."

On that note I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door sharply behind me.

I could hear him laughing as I shut the door, and I was shaking as I walked down the hall to call on my next patient.

I could hardly go about my chores throughout the rest of the day. I kept seeing his huge, throbbing phallus dancing before my eyes, and I kept imagining my tongue continuing to slide up and down it.

He had a hypnotic effect on me, and that's what scared me. I gave a lot of thought to switching assignments with another nurse, since that way I could get rid of Larry for good.

At one point I almost went to my superior, the head nurse on the floor, but I couldn't bring myself to quite do that. Down deep I knew why. I really wanted to get better acquainted with Larry Fortson.

One episode wasn't really enough. I could see why he was so eager to engage in an encore.

That night, when I went back to the cold, solemn privacy of my small apartment, I got to thinking about Larry again.

I couldn't help but feel a few sparks of titil-lation that surfaced in my mound just thinking about him.

I did a strange thing. I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

While I stared at myself in the mirror, I began to remove my pajama tops in the same slow, precise manner that Larry had removed his during the day.

Button by button I slowly got the job done, then slid my arms out of the pajama tops.

I focused my eyes on my lovely, smooth thirty-six inch breasts. I reached out and touched them. They were extremely firm. I wondered what it would be like to have Larry touch them again and again.