Chapter 7
The following day when I went into Brent's room, I felt a tremendous sense of apprehension.
My mind was still fluctuating between doing what my body wanted to do, and doing what I deemed to be appropriate, namely, following the safe course of conduct that I had been following for so long.
Once I saw Brent, however, all my well laid plans were immediately put to rest.
He was sitting at his bedside, wearing nothing but his pajama bottom, just as had been the case the day before.
This time, though, he immediately shed the pajama bottom. He moved it swiftly down his legs, then kicked it off with one decisive movement.
He looked down at his huge shaft, reaching out and touching the tip of it.
"This is just the tip of the iceberg," he laughed.
"That doesn't look like an iceberg. That looks like steam heat."
"Call it what you like. It's ready to go to work."
"I should say that it is," he laughed.
I watched as his fingers began to circulate up and down the full length of his enormous instrument. It made me feel a tremendous sense of overwhelming passion.
The longer his fingers thrust against it, the more inclined I was to begin thinking just how great it would be to have him enter me, just as Larry had.
I realized that it was becoming contagious, the act of getting involved with young men in hospitals. But what can a girl do when she gets to the point where she feels she really needs that kind of release?
I liked the innocence of Brent, and he looked extra cute running his fingers up and down the full length of his penis.
The innocence that he possessed gave me the impression of a very young boy doing something that he considered only faintly naughty, but just enough to draw some provocative stares.
We certainly would have drawn a number of provocative stares and reactions from some quarters, but certainly not from each other since we were too hooked on each other's body.
I got the point quickly enough when I saw the innocence with which he was bringing his fingers to bear as they manipulated up and down his erect phallus.
I went to work undressing, watching his throbbing peter all the while, dreaming fondly of the moment when we would jump into bed together.
His fingers pumped with such great enthusiasm that I knew he couldn't keep up that level of activity for very long. Soon he would just have to get into the act of screwing.
I undressed more quickly than I had the day before. I had been through one beautiful experience with my handsome lover Brent and was looking forward to yet another.
When I began to slide my panties down my legs, Brent's eyes perked up with great interest as he focused on my vagina.
"I love your naked cunt," he said. "I love you. I've got to fuck you."
I liked the degree of urgency with which he was speaking. It made me feel extra good.
I slid my body into bed with him. Our legs locked, then he threw his arms around my body.
This time he took the initiative, something that made me happy. It convinced me that he had learned his lesson well the day before.
His lips collided with mine several times in rapid succession. He released his lips, then began to run his fingers down my back. He then touched my legs, thoroughly loving every bit of contact that passed between us.
He finally worked his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues worked with tremendous eagerness and skill. Every time that they locked, we became that much more enchanted with each other.
His fingers rifled through my hair several times, after which he brought the fingers of both hands to bear on my buttocks.
I liked the conviction with which he squeezed my firm white globes of ass-flesh. I wanted him to go all the way with me, to fuck me in any manner that he wanted to.
I felt a burning need to touch his cock, so I reached out after he released his tongue from my mouth and touched the tip of it.
That one touch alone brought tremendous sparks shooting within him. His body trembled, and I began to jerk my fingers more quickly than before over the tip of his instrument.
I extended the movements to the rest of his cock, watching as the tickling sensations caused his body to twitch several times.
"You sure know how to play with my cock," he said.
"I want to suck it."
"I want you to," he nodded. "You know, I jerked off last night, just thinking about you."
"I'm flattered. Those are the kind of thoughts I want you to carry concerning me."
I worked my fingers up and down his cock several more times, then focused my fingers on his balls.
I loved touching the warm, soft, expanding testicles, and the more freely that my fingers worked over them, the better that I felt about having met Brent and having seduced him.
I could see that it was doing Brent a world of good, just as it was me, as we both let ourselves go.
I played with his smooth testicles for several moments, then dropped my tongue down to them. I worked my tongue against his balls, permitting it to scrape ever so gently against their bulging warmth.
His ass-cheeks quaked with sensation from the tongue movements that I was applying, and his breathing became heavier than before.
"That's real nice," he said. "Those are the kinds of sensations I love."
I began to speed up my movements, letting my tongue cover every crevice of hot flesh around his swelling testicles.
From the way that his body was moving, I could tell that he was unable to take much more of that kind of conscientious effort. He would be shooting soon, and I knew that I should move my tongue down toward his penis.
I worked my tongue over the tip of it. I liked the idea of tickling the very tip of his cock. I then worked it downward, and then was sweeping back up toward the tip of his cock.
I felt that the best way to turn him on would be to alternate the movements, sliding my tongue first over the tip of his penis, then working it down his lengthy pole toward his balls.
Those steady movements put him in a state of frenzy, and his whole body was resplendent with passion and energy as a result of the movements that I was putting forward.
I kept on sliding my tongue over his dick, making him feel ever more torrid.
"Do it faster," he encouraged.
I knew that his pecker needed that kind of conscientious effort to get it off in the hottest way possible, so I went to work with that objective in mind, sliding my tongue eagerly up and down the full length of his spear.
As I consistently worked my tongue against his rod, he reached out and toyed with my buttocks. I loved the skilled, sincere manner in which he brought his fingers to bear, and it made me feel good all over to know that he was taking care of me.
I needed his load, and the longer my head bobbed up and down over his long, aroused cock, the more desirous that I became to taste him.
As I kept on systematically pumping, I worked the fingers of my right hand downward over his balls. I tickled his balls, then tugged at them, doing my best to provide him with every bit of agitation possible.
He was enjoying the conscientious pace I was setting, and I could observe the deep sweat surfacing both on his forehead and under his arms. He was feeling a great deal of physical tension as a result of my spirited tongue movements.
I had to continue my movements, letting my head bob, my gorgeous blonde hair waving in the breeze that was generated by my intense sucking.
His fingers kept on vigorously clutching my buttocks, getting me ever more excited as I worked him closer to the point of climax.
"I'm going to shoot it off," he announced proudly. "It's not going to be long now, baby. It won't be long at all before I unleash my load. I'm going to juice in your mouth. You're going to taste it, you're going to love it. Oh, I love the way you're playing with my balls. Keep on tugging at them just like you're doing now. As long as you keep that up, you're going to make me real happy. Damned, but I feel sexy. And it's all because of you, sweetheart ... all because of your sucking."
I kept on working my tongue over his penis, and soon I got him to the point where there was no turning back.
He was overwhelmed by it all and his body rocked back and forth several times in rapid succession as the first few shots of his hot, white cream began to shoot into my mouth.
The first few drops alerted me, and they were followed quickly by his hot avalanche of white orgasmic liquid, which shot eagerly into my waiting mouth.
As the juices continued to fly, he ran his fingers against my ass-cheeks. He clutched them tightly, gasping and quivering as his orgasm was unleashed into my mouth.
I released my tongue from his cock, then looked at him with great affection.
"I need you again," I told him. "I had to go down on you, but I also want you to enter me."
"I want to do it!"
"Let's string it out. I'd like for you to make love to me first. I'd love you to lick me all over, baby."
"like where?"
"like in my mouth, under my arms, I want you to lick my legs, and I want you to suck my mound."
"That all sounds real exciting," he laughed. "And it will get you more excited. It will cause your cock to harden, and then you're going to have to shoot. There won't be any two ways about it."
"I feel like I could go again real fast."
"I'm sure you could, but I don't want to rush things too fast. Let's not race. Let's really enjoy ourselves."
"I'm all for that."
"Of course you are. So am I. We're made for each other, baby."
At that point my lips instinctively pressed against his. Once more his fingers clutched fervently against my ass-cheeks.
He released his lips from mine, then looked at me affectionately. He ran his fingers through my hair, then leaned forward and let his tongue begin to move against my left breast.
"That's right, I want it there too," I nodded, sighing as he put every bit of emphasis he possessed into every suck.
"Drive your tongue, darling, drive it against my breast."
He worked his tongue with great enthusiasm, sliding it sweepingly over my breast.
He kept up his brilliant pace, enjoying what he was doing, loving the degree of conviction with which he was making me happy.
His hot, flaming red tongue would compress itself against my firm white breast flesh. He would manipulate his tongue for a while against my left breast, then move the action over to my right.
He kept me busy all the time, and pretty soon I was puffing and gasping from the excitement that he was generating with his tongue.
He finished his sucking movements against my breast, then worked his tongue up toward my armpit.
I raised my arm ever so slowly, then watched as he dug in, permitting his tongue to generate speedily against my armpit.
My body twisted and turned as he gave me the once-over with his tongue, permitting it to sweep ever so erotically against me.
While his tongue remained busy on my armpit, he permitted his fingers to work on my left breast and nipple.
I liked the fact that he had left a trail of saliva on it, and it felt extra good to have his fingers pressing ever so firmly against the skin.
He kept up the sucking under my left arm for a little while, then released his tongue and worked it over toward my other armpit.
He knew just how to keep the action moving at a fast pace. I guess it was instinctive, based upon the fact that he was as excited by me as I was by him.
We had some beautiful body chemistry passing between us, and I couldn't help but feel inspired by every bit of sucking that he did.
After he had more than inspired me with the armpit licking, he permitted his tongue to move down toward my thighs.
He began with my left thigh, which he permitted his tongue to circulate against. It was deliciously exciting to receive that kind of erotic appreciation, and the tempo quickly built as he kept up his sucking pace.
At first he licked my left thigh, then let his teeth nibble ever so gently against it.
He kept up his activities until my body was unable to withstand much more, at which point he shifted the action to my right thigh.
The thigh action left me almost limp with excitement, and by the time he finished there, he was ready to move on to my pussy.