Chapter 19

After we had frolicked in the nude in the sheets for several minutes, Jimmy settled down to the serious business at hand.

Since it was our last night together, he was a little tense during the preliminaries, but gradually he worked his way into the same frenzied, uninhibited frame of mind that had characterized his actions every time that we had made love.

He permitted his tongue to splash vigorously against my own several times. He ran his fingers over the firm crevices of flesh of my ass-cheeks, after which he put his fingers to work on my snatch.

He knew by that time just what it took to get me in a state of burning anxiety, and every time that those fingers smoothly maneuvered over my cunt hairs and vaginal lips I became that much more aroused.

"Reach out and finger my prick," he said softly.

"Let's finger each other, honey, prick and snatch. We'll burn up under the pressure, then we'll get busy and do some magnificent fucking."

"That sounds good."

"I'll bet it feels good the way that I'm circulating these fingers around your cunt."

"It feels just great."

"I'll keep it up."

"You see that you do that."

Back and forth we worked the fingers, and as we did so, I recognized I wasn't that far away from shooting my juices.

The closer I drew to orgasm, the quicker the pace became as I smoothly manipulated my fingers up and down the length of his entire penis.

I was getting so accustomed to running my fingers against the smooth, warm surface of his cock base, that it hurt me to think about what it would be like to give him up. That was the big reason why I didn't want one last fucking episode with Jimmy. I figured that it would only make me feel that much more miserable when I had to face the music and cease having sex with him.

But there was no way that I could hold him off, not when he was that determined.

His fingers worked swiftly and his breathing was becoming noticeably heavy.

"Let's do it sixty-nine style," he looked at me and smiled.

"How close are you to shooting off your trigger?"

"I'm not far away."

"That's good. I'll provide you with more sensations."

I leaned forward, letting my tongue tickle his testicles. I wanted to make this the best blow job that I had ever given him. I had to let Jimmy bow out of his sex experiences with me on a grand scale. No matter how much it might hurt later, I had to satisfy him in the best way that I knew how.

The tongue kept on working over his testicles, and all the while he continued circulating his fingers over my cunt.

"I think you're ripe to suck now," he laughed. "I'm getting ready to attack your love pit."

He let his head swoop down towards my mound. I liked the way he smoothly licked around the outer edges of my snatch. Soon, I knew, he would be manipulating his teeth over my clitoris, after which he would move his tongue down to my box.

Back and forth we were manipulating our tongues, letting the action build together. I knew that Jimmy and I had a fantastic communication level in bed, since otherwise we never could have maintained the beautiful sense of timing that we were able to.

As his tongue began to slide more eagerly around my snatch, maintaining more of a vigorous pace than before, I let my tongue flip more passionately against his balls.

The bulging balls were getting a workout from my stiff tongue movements and his body began to sway back and forth as he continued to apply himself to the stroking of my snatch.

As I removed my tongue from his balls, letting it maneuver around the tip of his cock, Jimmy also altered his action. He worked his teeth around my clitoris, nibbling ever so gingerly, getting me so excited that there was very little holding me back. I knew that soon I would be juicing inside him, and he would be receiving those delicious dropets of my sweet, womanly nectar.

As his teeth bore into my clit, I started sliding my tongue more eagerly around the tip of his cock. I really accelerated the pace, matching him on a stroke for stroke basis, pushing him very much closer to climax as I moved in the same direction.

A few burning strokes later, I noticed that my body was trembling and I was breaking out in a sweat. It felt good to be receiving brisk action from him while I was letting my tongue loose on his cock.

He finally removed his teeth from my clitoris. He then slid his tongue with effective grace around my mound. He knew that he had me close to orgasm, and now he was intent upon applying the finishing touches.

The electrifying pace continued as I worked my tongue up and down the base of his stiff rod. I enjoyed the briskness of the fucking activity, in which we were exchanging torrid tongue strokes.

I could tell from the way that he was sucking my twat just how close he was to exploding his repeater-like pistol, his bulging erect cock that would be exploding into my mouth.

His body trembled several times, after which I received a few tiny droplets of cum. I knew that was only a prelude, and it made me that much more determined to provide him with the ultimate in excitement prior to the time that he let loose his huge stream.

I made like a human suction cup, slipping my tongue up and down with everything that I had, determined to receive an out-pouring of all his orgasmic juice from the end of his peter.

I reached down and played with his balls, deciding to give him everything that I could in the way of passionate sensations.

My fingers continued working around his testicles as he flipped his tongue with great hunger against my mound.

No sooner did my fingers come into contact with his balls than he was unable to withstand my movements. The first few droplets were swiftly succeeded by an avalanche of sperm, which splattered deep into my mouth.

The first few spurting droplets almost engulfed me. A couple of drops spilled out of the left side of my mouth, but I was determined not to lose any more of his load. I stayed with the juice, eagerly devouring it as I got ready to unleash my own pussy juices.

I was so excited at the prospect of receiving another load that I couldn't contain myself any longer after I obtained some hot drops of cum. At that point I juiced, and he applied his tongue and mouth with the same degree of fervent determination that I had brought to bear in eating his cock juices.

I gulped with everything I had, and I heard the same sounds emanating from him as he went after every bit of my load.

Once we released our tongues from each other's organs, he looked over at me once more.

"Reach out and jerk my prick," he sighed.

"Don't you even want to rest?"

"No, I've got to fuck you again," he told me emphatically. "I've got to have you a second time in a row. If you only knew how hot I was before we started fucking."

I knew that it was futile trying to talk him out of it.

"Why would you even want to talk me out of it, dear?" he looked at me with an expression of great sensitivity in his eyes.

"I thought it would be that much harder to say goodbye."

"We're never going to say goodbye," he told me.

He emphasized his words by slipping his lips against mine, allowing them to converge with great dramatic meaning.

While his lips were pressed firmly against mine, he reached down and fingered my ass-cheeks, enjoying the strokes he provided.

The better I got to know Jimmy, the more I recognized how difficult it was to say no to him pertaining to anything. He was a strong willed young man, particularly when it came to his bulging prick. And since I was impressed by his peter and what it could do for me, I found myself truly helpless in his grasp.

By the time that he released his lips from mine, I was panting all over again, prepared to throw myself into another lovemaking session with him.