"Needing" Part 2

by Julius
copyright 2005



Part 1 ended thus:

She released him with the sound of a sucking kiss.

"I'm not sure you know what you want Peter."

"I want you to touch me." He'd beg if that was what she wanted. "Please."

"Do you like my panties?" Inches below his face her hips moved, the tight-clad pussy's outline seemed to beckon. "They'll be getting wet soon." Her thighs opened and sure enough, a small dark patch of wetness showed.

Her hand closed over his hardness again and his hips bucked.

.........and the story continues: ........

She didn't move her hand on his cock, but just squeezed, every now and again.

Her voice had an almost dreamy note to it as she asked, "What do you suppose will happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well ..." she paused, "if I keep playing with your cock, will you come?"

"I expect so," he said, wishing she'd just play with the damn thing some more.

"What if I stop each time, just before you come?" she gave one long, slow stroke of his cock, "Will you beg me to bring you off?"

"I don't know," he said, wondering about the game this girl was playing.

"Or maybe," she said, "maybe I'll get so aroused, I'll untie you and it'll be little Cathy doing the begging. Which do you think?"

He looked down, the wet patch at the crotch of her panties was bigger now. It fascinated him, he wondered if he was leaking too.

"I think you'll untie me and beg," he said, not believing it in the least.

"Maybe," she said and began slowly stroking his cock.

It was beautiful, her hand sliding along his length. His eyes closed and the rest of him focused on that wonderful, milking hand. She was gentle but firm, as she squeezed and pulled.

She stopped.

"No!" he heard his voice protest.

"It's okay, just more lube, mustn't make you sore,"she said softly. He heard the fluid squirt from the bottle. The hand returned. So slick now, it felt more like a breath.

"You have a lovely cock," the voice startled him. He'd forgotten everything but the soft pulling and caressing.

She did it so beautifully. He wanted to tell her but he was focused on the exquisite turmoil in his groin. She stroked and stroked, gently pulling him onwards. He could take this forever he thought. Then, suddenly, he knew he couldn't take it forever. If she didn't stop, and soon ... his hips began to move urgently...

She stopped. Her hand left him. His whole body was tense. Slowly the crisis passed and all that mattered was for her to grab him again.

"I can see your every heartbeat."

"What do you mean?" he asked, wishing she'd use her hand again.

"Your cock lifts each time your heart beats," she told him. He didn't answer, he couldn't, he was willing her to do something, to touch him again.

She did touch him, a finger and thumb he thought. Then, bliss as her mouth took the head and he felt the caress of her tongue. She sucked, paused and let him go.

"I can taste you Peter, you're salty, did you know that?"

Peter didn't care what flavour he was. He seemed to have been on the edge forever. He gasped as her hand and mouth closed over him. The tip of her tongue was pushing at his cock head as if to get into the little slit at the end. His body convulsed and he knew he must come.

Cathy must have sensed it too because her grip on him tightened suddenly. It hurt as she squeezed him. She blew on him, he could hear her, feel the chill. Again the crisis passed, again he hadn't come.

Her grip eased and he heard her give a little cry of delighted surprise, "Some of your come Peter," she announced, "just a little." He heard and felt her give his cock a sucking kiss.

"I love the taste," she said in a throaty whisper. "It was very close that time," she told him.





Cathy's own arousal was getting to be too much. Her pussy cried out for what was in her mouth. He did have the loveliest cock. She wanted it in that aching void between her legs, wanted it where it belonged.

But she was enjoying the power trip too. Lube-slick hand on his lube-slick cock, how glorious it felt. Taking him in her mouth, she loved that too. When he'd nearly climaxed and his come had drooled over her lips, she'd thought she would come, just from the thrill of tasting him.

Teasing him was fun but she was teasing herself too and a girl has limits.

She squinted at the cock in front of her, at his balls and his mass of dark curls. The strong, almost bleach-like smell of his come was a stimulant to her. And, she reminded herself, he was helpless. Maybe a little more tormenting, maybe she could manage a little more teasing. And she was enjoying her own desperate arousal.

Cathy took the head of his cock in her mouth and suckled it gently, wondering if he'd respond.

He did, he tried to thrust down against the bed and then withdrew. The inch or so slid in and out of her mouth.

Soon he was eagerly fucking her mouth. There was no hair-grabbing hands, no gagging, no choking. This was how she thought cock-sucking should be. She pictured Peter's rather cute ass bobbing away up there as he humped at her.

Her lips followed the contours of his cock head. Her tongue playing around it as it popped in and out. She was loving it.

Which is why she let him get too far.

Too late she sensed or heard the urgency in his movements, his louder breathing. A sudden rigidity and stillness to his body, then the urgent beginning of his orgasm. She stilled her tongue and relaxed her lips but knew it was too late. His first spasm jetted into her mouth, almost choking her. She swallowed and the next spurt arrived.

Delighted to accept the inevitable she began sucking at him hungrily.





Peter doubted he'd ever been so aroused for so long. He'd struggled to be quiet and gentle as he made his short thrusts into Cathy's mouth. Desperate for release he'd wondered if she'd notice his approaching orgasm and would manage to forestall him yet again. But, when the moment had come, she'd been too slow or too relaxed to stop him.

She let him stay in her mouth. Her soft lips had suckled him as he spilt and spurted into her. He'd actually heard her swallowing. She kept up the sucking until he was drained and didn't stop then. He found himself begging her to stop, "For God's sake, stop, stop! You're killing me." Finally her mouth was still. At last his body stopped tried to empty itself. He'd thought he would turn inside out.

Now, utterly spent, he lay panting, heart pounding and gazing down at her red panties. Cathy's mound was perfectly outlined by the tight fabric. The crotch was soaked with her own juices.

Her scent was stronger now, warm and wonderful. It made him think of cinnamon and buttered toast. He smiled and wished he could reach down and touch her. Better, kiss that wet crotch, make her come, pleasure her the way she'd pleasured him.




He watched as she squirmed out from under him. Her navel, then her breasts, barely in the bra. When her face was under his she stopped and looked up at him and smiled. Her looked at her full lips, they looked swollen and very soft. They'd been torturing his cock moments before.

She disappeared from view and he heard her getting to her feet. She began untying him. "Now we change places," she announced.





He stood, she looked at him and giggled. He followed her gaze. Chest and belly and thighs bore the imprints from the bed. Squares all over him.

"You look like a crossword," she said, glancing down,"with your own pencil."

Cathy slid the bra straps off her shoulders. He watched as she unfastened the hooks and released her breasts. This was the first time he'd seen them; unfashionably big and utterly beautiful. With cupped hands she hefted them, looking at him from under her lashes. "You like?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I like."

Cathy shimmied her panties off her hips and let them slip to the floor. She bent to free her feet of the tiny garment and her breasts jostled heavily. Peter'scock was a rigid thing again. She looked at it, "He likes too."

Cathy handed him the bra and panties and moved to the bed. He watched her as she carefully eased her breasts through the open mesh of the frame's springing.

She moved her hands and feet to the corners of the bed, "You'll have to tie me," she said.

"If you're sure."

"Oh, I want to feel helpless, at your mercy."

Peter tied her feet with the same pantyhose that had secured him. He gazed at the globes of her ass and her parted thighs. His cock was aching.

As he tied her hands she turned her head and looked at his new erection, "I'll take that as a complement."

Peter sat on the floor with his back towards the bed. He looked down at his cock, the little slit gaped wide, seeming to look back at him. He lay back and began working his way under the bed, and the magic creature on it.


Cont'd ...............