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pinched.
    He was forcing his cock in and out of her mouth now. It banged into
her teeth as he lost control of his body, and she gripped it harder still,
pulling it out and looking right down its tip, then wrapping her lips tight
around the glans again, her tongue running hard up and down the tiny slit,
making his body buckle and jump.
    It seemed to get even darker as it gorged with blood. She sucked
harder still, and her hand went faster and faster, yanking his foreskin back so
far that the helmet was pulled way out of shape with every stoke.
    His cries intensified, and he was getting to the point where he
couldn’t control himself, grabbing her hair and moaning as his pelvis jerked
and writhed. Then she got her fingers around the base of the penis and gripped
it hard, and at the same time used her mouth to give one final, intense suck,
enough to draw the poison from a wasp sting.
    She felt the semen course along the shaft, and yanked him from her
mouth just in time to watch it shoot out across the floor, one, two, three
massive spasms as he doubled over, gasping for breath.
    She milked him, the last dribbles trickling down his shaft and onto
her hand. It was almost pure white against the red-purple of his inflamed cock.
She kept him in her hand, and he continued to wince and groan as the final
shivers of delicious pain worked their way through him.
    Then they both flopped down on the bed. He was still muttering to
himself, spread out on his back. She continued to work his penis, more gently
now. It was sticky with come and had lost some of its stiffness. But he was
getting little flushes of ecstasy as she used both hands to massage the last drops
of pleasure out of it.
     
    They lay there, listening to their own breathing as it slowed down.
Carol’s needs were not remotely satisfied, though. The fluttering sensation in
her had receded, but she was dripping wet, the wispy pubic hair on each side of
her sex plastered to the skin, as if it had been drawn there with a fine ink
pen.
    She sat up, opening her legs and admiring the sight. It was
beautiful, the vulva spread like the wings of a butterfly, their dark lips
glistening and enticing. She let two fingers push gently into her soft center,
then brought them up to her mouth and tasted herself. God, who wouldn’t want to eat her? She’d have given herself head all day long if she could.
    Instead, she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Her bra was a
simple white full-cup, and showed just a hint of nipple through the cotton. She
ran her hands around both breasts. They were a little fuller than average, but
snuggled inside a D-cup they sat slightly loose, just the way she liked it.
Brad wasn’t the only one who enjoyed fondling his own chest!
    Rubbing her boobs with the flats of her hands, she felt hornier than
ever. Her nipples stood out hard and pronounced against the fabric of her bra,
and she giggled with pleasure as she tweaked and flicked them, remembering how
much fun she used to have back when she was at school, just playing with her
own tits.
    Then, suddenly, she felt them drop slightly.
    “Jeez, you’re beautiful,” she heard Brad say, as he undid the clasp
from behind.
    A second later her bra was cast aside and he had one of her puckered
nipples between his lips. Both his hands were cupping her breasts as he sucked
like a hungry child. You had a give it to him, he was good: he was sucking
those tits like they were the first he’d ever tasted. She closed her eyes and
let him have his fill.
    He moved back and forth between them, licking the cleavage as he
went, and running his eager fingers over her chest until her nipples tingled
with anticipation, and she felt desperate anxiety if his lips and teeth stopped
working their magic even for a moment.
    He clearly loved her breasts, tickling the areolas in slow,
deliberate movements, flicking the very ends of the nipples playfully, working
his tongue up from the soft, fleshy underside of each one and getting as