My First Internet Romance III
There is no way that I can reflect Virginie's French
accent in writing. Writing. "You know, I like eet
verry much" doesn't convey adequately the sensuality
of her voice, the slighly husky accent, the French "r's"....
But I certainly felt it, each time she spoke, and particularly
when she leaned toward me and told me that she loved to suck
me, that she couldn't wait to get her hands and her mouth
on my cock, that she dreamed of it, of my spurting all over
her -- and that, in fact, sucking on me and making me cum in
her mouth made her cum, that she came with a kind of rolling
orgasm, which she described as like surfing, that just
went on an on....
As the cab reached her apartment, she turned to me and asked
if I would like to come upstairs for a few minutes. My legs
actually still felt slightly shaky after the blowjob in
the taxi, actually weakened by the crescendo of my cumming
as she sucked me dry. But I wanted to do for her as she had for
me -- I wanted her so much, and I loved her so much, appreciating
the unspeakable, intense pleasure which she gave me.
We went upstairs, and she excused herself for a few minutes,
while I waited. There was something cosmopolitan about
her apartment: it betrayed, or expressed, her foreignness,
though I couldn't say just how.
She reappeared, wearing a white sheer nightgown. I could
see the outline of her smallish, firm breasts and the dark
of her nipples, already hard, pointed, erect. And I could
see the shape of her body, lithe and firm and slim, and the
her public hair, blond though it was. I walked up to her and
took her in my arms, holding her to me, running my hands up
and down her back, following the curves of her body. She
started to moan slightly, I knew without yet seeing or feeling
or tasting her that she was getting wet, and I thought of
the many ways I could give her pleasure, make her explode
as she had me. She took my hand and led me to the couch, and
then so sensually started to undress me. Meanwhile I ran
my hands up under her nightgown, pulling it up in fact, but
leaving it on her, pushed up around her breasts.... I ran
my hands gently across her beautiful breasts, enjoying
her gasps as she enjoyed my touch, and then I dropped my face
to her abdomen, pausing just for a moment as she spread her
legs, opening her delicate cunt to me, surrounded with
that blond hair of hers, now dewy with her juices. I ran my
tongue along the inside of her legs, then to her cunt, inserting
it into her as far as I could -- she whimpered, more than a
moan -- and then I started to tongue her clit, pulling her
back, fully exposing her clit so I could run my tongue all
around it.
I was gentle -- I still didn't know the range of her reactions,
or the incredible (as it turned out) range of the things
which she enjoyed, wanted. As she started to rise, started
to lose it, as I could tell that she would cum in moments,
I sudenly stopped, pulled bacl a little, then returned
to her clit for a few seconds, sucking her harder, then stopped
for a moment, then sucked her again, making her moan and
gasp with pleasure, wanting to cum, wanting to have the
orgasm which was building in her each moment, made more
intense by the tiny frustration and anticipation when
I paused. Then I knew that I wanted to feel and taste her cum,
that I didn't want to delay her any longer, and I returned
to her, slowly, almost painfully intensely sucking her,
running my tongue over, around her clit -- and she broke
loose, yelling, cumming incredibly. I sucked her as she
had me -- more gently, but there for every drop of her cum.
When I thought that she was finished, I pulled back, but
then I rubbed my hands over her cheeks, pulling them apart,
gently touched the underside of her legs, and just slightly
tongued her a little more. Just then, I pushed my finger,
wet with her juices, up to her ass, just pushing slightly
into her little rosebud. She gasped, let out an "Oooh!
which was stronger and deeper than all her other expressions,
and seemed to accelerate, quicker than I would have thought
possible. This did it, it was like pushing her to another
level, and as I tongued her, still gentler than before,
but keeping my finger in her ass, pushing it in a little further
in fact, she gave out in another orgasm, this time spraying
my face, her upper legs, and the couch. I licked her cunt,
and I licked her juices -- but she stopped me, sitting up
and leaning toward me, then licking her cum from my face,
and kissing me, hugging me. We lay together for a few moments,
hugging, and I thought, "what a wonderful woman!
How can I make this go on forever?"
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