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I was tied spread eagle on the bed; I had been allowed to cum, but only after three hours of being teased to near climax and then stopping just short of climax. I can’t take it that long, but I did not have a choice. After I climaxed she did not stop, she kept trying to milk my limp penis.
“I promised you that I would make you come harder and last longer than you have ever done before and then I will make you repeat it all over again.” Sharon was having fun playing with me and watching me try to escape from her playing, continuing far after I was spent and done. “You had no mercy on me when you were teasing me; I have no mercy on you now. I don’t intend to let your climax end my playing; I want to see how wild you get when I refuse to stop after you have ejaculated for me. Just because you are done does not mean I am done!” It was the longest night of my life.
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Sharon had told me to be prepared for a special “treat”; it was our six month anniversary. I am not a big one for anniversaries until they become annual events, but she was extra special. In the six months we had been going together I learned she was a truly unique woman and we had a wonderful relationship. The sex was wonderful, she liked sex as much as any man did, and she made no effort to hide it from me. She was very inventive when it came to new ways to enjoy each other. She was extra special because she had become a wonderful companion and my best friend. On a Saturday morning she would wake me with kisses and hugs, milk me dry, lead me into the shower, feed me breakfast, and then climb on the back of my motorcycle while we both indulged in our second favorite sport, riding a motorcycle. Sharon made me understand why Harley-Davidson did not design a smooth running engine; the vibration served a very useful purpose! Now we know why motorcycle riders have such big grins on their faces.
A day on the motorcycle became an eight hour marathon session of teasing and tantalizing. Sharon would reach around in front of me and tease my penis while we rode the winding roads and twisted trails in the high Rocky Mountains above Denver. She would work her breasts against my back, whispering in my ear that her nipples were swelling. She would pull my shirt up in back and rub her nipples and breasts on my bare back while we rode, running her hand under my shirt and playing with my nipples. She could make a day trip through the pines and aspen trees a sexual adventure as she would describe in detail what she planned to do to me when we got home. Our rule was that she could not do anything while we were in the “twisties”, riding in corners while being distracted could become painful, even though we practiced “safe riding” with layers of “skid proof” leather. She looked good in leather, kind of tough and kind of tender, it was a good style for her. Her favorite speed was 3,000 rpm, where the vibrations from the motorcycle would maximize the vibrations in the leather passenger seat. I like 3,000 rpm because it was about 65 mph and in the twisty stretches, downshifting to 3,000 rpm gave me lots of power to come out of the corners. But she loved it for the vibration! She would be in a constant state of arousal for a whole day. By the time we arrived at our destination, she was ready to have sex, then unpack the motorcycle and have another round. She liked intercourse, but her real love was giving me hand jobs, making them linger while she teased and tantalized me, playing for a long time before allowing me to climax, getting revenge on me for the hours of teasing she had endured on the motorcycle. She also loved giving and receiving oral sex, especially after a long day of being turned on by the motorcycle vibrations. I once tried to do a photo-shop picture of me with a motorcycle seat where my tongue should be, it seemed appropriate.
I arrived at her place early Friday evening; she had warned me that it was going to be a very long night. First she was going to cook a special meal and then she had a special dessert planned “that would last the whole evening, and maybe more.” When I rang the bell, she opened the door immediately. She was naked except for a short frilly apron and a stirring spoon in one hand. She greeted me with a long, lingering hug, standing on tiptoe, giving me kisses that were like butterflies all over my face and neck.
“Come in and close the door before the neighbors get a free show. Leave your clothes on the chair in the hallway. Tonight this is a clothing free zone.” She was fumbling with my belt buckle while she tried to hang on to the mixing spoon.
“I hope you turned up the heat in the apartment, that is a cute little apron you are almost wearing!” I reached down and helped her with the buckle and the button on the pants. “Do I get an apron too?” This was an unusual treat for me; she did not usually undress until the lights were low.
She was very tiny, not quite 5′ tall, and not even 100 pounds, her figure was perfectly proportioned. Her small breasts stood up straight without any sagging and were a great show place for her delightful nipples. She had small areolas, the nipples themselves were longer than usual, sticking out even when relaxed, standing out almost an inch when she was aroused. Her stomach was flat, and she kept her pussy hair nicely trimmed, just long enough so there was no stubble, not so long that it got wrapped in my tongue or caught in my teeth. For a fifty year old lady, she was sexy.
“Dinner is almost ready, you don’t need an apron, it’s too late for you to cook, just strip, sit down at the table and get ready for the first course of a seven course evening.”
She sat me down at the table. She had already poured two glasses of wine, and had a nice salad at our places. Her dinette set was ideal for dining in the buff, the table was all glass, and sitting across from each other became a sensual exercise providing an unobstructed view of each other, except for her apron. We chatted and teased while we ate our salad and sipped wine. She made a production of slowly eating a cherry tomato, taking several minutes to work it between her lips before it finally disappeared. I had just gulped mine down, now I felt bad about hurrying, I had missed a chance to be sensual.
“It would be fun to drink the wine from your navel, or does that require a special bottle of “naval” wine?” I was trying to keep up with her constant stream of suggestive comments. It is hard to be horny, watch a beautiful naked lady sitting across an all glass table from you and still think clearly.
“I may have a banana for dessert, maybe I will swirl it around, add some cream and make it into a banana daiquiri, what do you intend to have for dessert?” she shot back at me.
“I think I will just add some cream to your dessert,” was the best I could do.
“That is why I never let you cook; I could never trust what you might put in the cream sauce. Now its time for the evening appetizer.” She came back with a steaming plate of steaming spaghetti with a heaping of sauce and meatballs on top. It looked like a picture from a cook book.
We made a series of jokes about meat balls and red marinara sauce being dribbled down our fronts. We both become serious about getting through dinner and on to the real main course. We stacked the dishes in the sink, it’s a wonder we did not break several, we kept trying to tickle and feel each other as we worked in the kitchen. I kept my hands busy while her hands were full and she was trying to lean into the refrigerator. It was a lesson on how to make a simple task into a long, slow, fun process. By 7:00 we were through and we turned off the lights in the kitchen.
“I have something different planned for you this evening, come with me.” She took me by the hand and led me into the guest bedroom. It was a small room and to keep everything in perspective, it was furnished with a standard double bed, rather than the king sized bed she had in her main bedroom. The bed had a colonial style headboard and foot board with large corner posts and vertical spindles in between. Fastened to each corner of the bed was a pair of handcuffs with the cuffs laid out, open, inviting one of us to close them on arms and legs. Whose arms and legs was the question?
“Climb up on the bed and get comfortable, its time that you had a long, slow evening.” She still had the frilly, tiny apron on.
“You mean that you want me tied down? I was hoping I would tie you down. Women can last longer than men; it would be wasted on me. After being teased for an hour over dinner, I am ready to come right now. You will tie me up, and then untie me in minutes!”
“You don’t know what tease is! Last weekend when we went on that long motorcycle ride, you deliberately kept the speed at 3,000 rpm for the entire 6 hours that we were riding. You kept me wound up all day before we stopped for the evening. Then you made me wait until we had dinner before we went to the motel. You brought me to a wonderful climax, but you made me wait all day for it. I figure I owe you about 6 hours of teasing for that day alone. Then you did the same thing on Sunday, keeping me wound up the whole time. If I count the days we rode for hours with you keeping the engine speed at the optimum speed to arouse me, I probably owe you 100 hours of teasing. I can’t get it all in tonight, but I can give you several hours of playing, teasing and sensual delights. So get up on the bed and spread your arms and legs.”
She had me secured in minutes. The bed and hand cuffs fit me pretty well, I am 6′ 2″ tall, slender, I pretty well fill up a standard bed; the cuffs on my feet had me spread so wide that I was totally exposed, and totally aroused. She left me stretched out on the bed and went into the kitchen. When she returned she had a tray full of dessert.
“I am going to tease you all night long. I am going to turn your penis into a dessert tray and make it into a sundae topping dispenser. I have different flavors of syrup and ice cream toppings; I am going to eat your flavored penis for dessert.” She produced a reservoir tip condom and then she poked several holes in the very tip. “I plan to fill the end of the condom with syrup; I have put several tiny holes in the end so I can suck out the flavoring. You can provide the cream for the dessert, but not right now, I plan on sucking a lot of topping out before I get the main course. I plan to wait for at least 3 hours before I let you climax.”
“My penis will fall off if you try and play that long with me, take a little pity, this is our first time to try this, try a little less time and work our way up.”
“Just relax and let it happen, it’s a little late for you to be telling me what to do, I don’t see you being in charge right now. You will like what you are about to experience, just wait and see. The condom will give me plenty of dessert without bringing you to your dessert course.”
She began playing with my nipples, tweaking them and keeping them hard while she teased my penis. She would barely touch my penis, just enough to make it twitch, then she would pull on a nipple, she stroked and pulled on my balls, moving up to clinch her hand around my penis base, squeezing it to make the head swell. She took her finger and thumb and slowly but firmly stroked from the base of my penis to the top, squeezing and milking my pre-cum. One of her favorite tricks was to milk me of my pre-cum very slowly. She tired of that, crawled up on the bed, straddled me and pulled the tray up beside her. She poured some flavoring into the condom and proceeded to pull it on me. With her head on my stomach she began to slowly suck on the tip of my penis. After a few minutes of trying different ways of sucking she settled into sucking and playing with my penis tip.
“This is working great, the holes allow just enough flavor to escape that it tastes good, a teaspoon full of strawberry syrup will last for a long time. Once this idea gets out, women all over America will become cock hungry maniacs. Not only is teasing and sucking on you fun, but it tastes good as well. Right now its only strawberries, before the evening is over it may turn into strawberries and cream.” She returned to work on my penis.
She was working slowly with her mouth, adding to the sensation was her other hand, her thumb and first finger were clinched tightly around the base of my penis to hold the condom on while her extra fingers from that hand were stroking my balls. She was adding to the sensation on my penis by slowly stroking up and down the shaft with her other hand. I was driven to heights I did not know I had. I would have been wiggling franticly, if I could move at all. The syrup was like a current of ocean tides moving around my penis tip as she worked the condom full of syrup around my head. Her lips were moving around my penis ridge and she was pulling her lips up and down over the ridge, using her tongue on the tip of my penis and sucking at the same time. She was moving slowly, teasingly and driving me absolutely nuts. She would suddenly pull on one of my nipples, only to return to playing with my penis and testicles. She would stop as she felt me tense up, allow me to relax for a moment, and then begin again. She knew that she could play with my testicles and nipples during the pauses to keep me aroused and hard, without bringing me any closer to a climax. During her pauses, my balls became the center of her attention. After either an eternity or what was probably only ½ an hour, she came up for air.
“That concludes the strawberry course, it does need some cream with it, but since I have no intention of letting you climax yet, there will not be any cream any time soon. I think I will try another flavor, how about a chocolate mousse?” She rolled the condom off and quickly refilled it with syrup. She slid off the bed for a few minutes and returned with a shoe string.
“I need a way to hold the condom on, it keeps trying to slip off when I suck on the end, I think I can tie it on and free up one hand to play a little more.” She slid the condom on, then tied the shoe string in a loop around the base of my penis, over the condom, and then took another loop around my testicles and pulled it snug.
“Now I can suck as hard as I want and the condom won’t fall off. Let me know if that is too tight.” She began sucking again, this time on the chocolate filling. After a couple of minutes she came up for air. “It takes a lot more suction to get the chocolate out, it is thicker, and I bet you enjoy it more.”
“Boy, do I, the feeling is really unbelievable. I am going to mix some cream in there shortly if you keep playing and sucking like that.” I was bucking my hips, trying to twist and turn, attempting to speed up her action any way I could. Her free hand was pulling on my testicles, slowly rolling them and tugging on them, enhancing the sensual experience. Slowly and erotically she teased me, watching me so that as soon as I started to get close she could stop. She cheated; she stroked her breasts along my leg, up my thigh, up my chest and stopped with her nipples just short of my mouth. She even teased my lips with her nipples, first one and then the other. Then she slid away.
“I think I will take a short break, you are getting too close, too soon.” She loosened the shoe string, then she slid of the bed, heading for the kitchen, letting me relax.
I looked at the alarm clock, it had been over an hour, almost an hour and one half, and it seemed like a lifetime. I had been near climax for almost the entire time. She had taken me to almost climaxing, and then let me down only to take me back up again dozens of times. I did not think I could take much more.
She came back, she had a small bowl of ice cream, and it was plain what her next game was.
“You can’t use ice cream on me. My penis will freeze to death. If my penis catches a cold it will suffer from post-nasal drip. You wouldn’t want that would you?”
“Your penis drips anyway, every time I play with it I milk it, slowly squeeze the drips out of it. It’s fun to just slowly milk the pre-cum out of you. The cold ice cream should keep you from cumming too soon. I don’t know how you can deny me a good dessert when you keep crying that you want your dessert. After I have finished my dessert you can have yours.” She was laughing at me and my discomfort.
I was not physically uncomfortable. My legs were cuffed to the foot board of the bed, spread so wide that I could not even move my hips. It was more sensual than un-comfortable, she had total access to my genitals, and there was nothing I could do about it. What I really felt was the need to climax; I had an overwhelming need to release. Being tightly tied down only enhanced the sensuality and made me feel more vulnerable and more conscious of how much control she had. I had no control over whether or not I ejaculated; I would come only when she decided I should and no sooner. My penis did not belong to me, I could feel its sensation, but it was not mine to control. She had control, and she was using it.
“When you untied the shoe string around the base of my penis, my balls sighed a big sigh of relief. It is a wild sensation, having my penis played with, my balls tied tight and your hands stroking and fondling them, and you sucking on my penis tip, all at the same time. I am glad that you went slowly; otherwise I would be done already. I don’t want to be done soon, it feels so powerful that I don’t want it to end, but I sure want to ejaculate. Can you bring me to a climax now?”
She did not reply, she just teased me by waving her nipples just out of reach of my mouth. She straddled me, placing her pussy right against my chin, but not letting me touch it.
“You are really confused, you want to cum, but you don’t want it to end. You want me to play, but not very long because it feels too strong for you to be able to stand it any more. It’s a good thing you are not in charge here. I am!” She was laughing again.
She filled the end of the condom with butterscotch topping and then with ice cream. Then she slipped it over my partly relaxed penis.
“With your penis partly relaxed, I have more room in the condom for ice cream and topping. I will suck the ice cream out to make room for your penis to swell.” She was having too much fun at my expense.
She tightened up the shoe string she was using to keep the condom on. She tied it differently this time; she made a tight circle around the base of my balls and my penis, tied that snug, and then made a loop around the base of my penis and over the condom to hold it on. Then she made another loop around my balls only, pulling them out from my body.
“The ice cream on the tip of my penis makes it slightly numb from the cold, it will probably keep me from coming quite as fast, but your sucking sure warms it up. The two sensations are wonderful.” I was already moaning from the intensity of her attention.
“I hope I did not tie the shoe string too tight, I only want it to be snug. I don’t want you to hurt; I just want to keep all your moving parts at attention. Your balls are more fun to play with when they can’t escape inside or run away, this way I know they are paying attention. Your balls are sticking out, your nut sack is tight and I can play with them easier.” She was enjoying her handiwork. She was gently teasing my testicles with her fingers, alternatively stroking them and pulling on them.
Resting her head on my stomach, she continued sucking on my penis, stroking the shaft and playing tug-of-war with my testicles. The sensation was slowly increasing as my penis became harder. She was playing me like an orchestra. It was terribly erotic, I was so in need of a climax, I could get close, then she would notice the change in my penis, the change in my balls, the change in my breathing and she would stop for several minutes. It could be morning already; she was keeping me so close to the edge that time no longer meant anything. I was focused on how close could I get to my climax. She was caressing slowly, just enough movement to keep me hard and keep me near the point of climax, not enough motion to bring me over the top.
“I am out of ice cream, so you can relax again. I did not bring much out as it would just melt while I played, so I have to run back and get some more.” She loosened the shoe string, letting my penis and balls relax slightly. She slid off the bed and disappeared again.
I looked at the alarm clock again, over three hours had passed, I had been on the verge of climax for three hours and I still had not been allowed to climax. What else did she have in mind? She had left the string tied loosely around my balls and penis to keep everything hard while she was gone.
“I decided to try a wine sundae.” She had the bottle of Chianti from dinner in her hand. “I have a new condom; it needs smaller holes so the wine does not run out as quickly.”
She filled the condom way up this time, spilling some wine on my stomach as she slipped the condom on. It was just a ploy to lick it off. “I should have been using wine from the start, I could be drunk before you can climax. Then I can finish off the bottle while we find out how much I can play with you after you cum.”
“Oh, oh! You mean you don’t plan to stop when I cum? It’s a good thing you have me tied down, or I would be tying you down and I would be setting a record for how many times a woman can climax. You can climax over and over again, I can’t.”
“I am convinced that men can cum several times in a row, I think that I can make you climax, then keep playing without stopping and make you cum again and again. I get to try, whether you agree or not! That’s why you are tied down. Men and women are very similar, I intend to prove it.” She was having too much fun at my expense. “I think I will enjoy my wine dispenser, we have several glasses left, at a teaspoon at a time, its going to be a long evening for you!”
She was back in her rhythm, sucking on my penis head, stroking my shaft with her hand, playing with my testicles and pulling on them, then stopping suddenly when she noticed me getting tense. She was now just barely playing, keeping me hard without letting me get too close to my climax point. The wine did not last very long in the condom so she stopped frequently to refill it.
I simply lay on my back and let the feelings wash over my body. My penis was the center of the universe, the sun probably orbited around it. I looked over at the clock again; it was going on four hours since she had tied me down. I still had not been allowed to cum. She noticed me glancing at the clock.
“You don’t need to worry about how long it has been, you are not going anywhere. You are not coming anytime soon either. Not until I am ready for you to cum are you going to cum. So just relax and enjoy, you are getting a night to remember!” She was taking the empty condom off. She used her mouth to clean off the wine from my penis.
“I think it is time to try another flavor again. I think I will go back to the chocolate; it will probably go best with male milk. Its about time to milk you dry, then milk you to a hard penis again, then milk you to another climax. Men always climax and then they quit. You complain that your penis is too sensitive after you climax, you say you can’t stand being played with after your balls are empty. We will find out if that is true or if it is just a story that men make up so they can roll over and go to sleep after they climax.”
She had refilled the rubber with chocolate syrup and slid it back on. “The chocolate lasts a long time, it comes out slowly because it is thick, it has to get hot before it melts. But it should make your male milk taste good. Relax, you don’t get to cum right away, there is still plenty of time to play. I am going to make you last a long time before I let you ejaculate. When I do, you will be so full of cream that you will jerk twenty or thirty times before you are done. Remember that you won’t be done even then, its going to go on and on. You are going to love this.” She retied the shoe string loosely around my cock and balls, then around the condom.
I tried to relax, but she was doing her nasty tricks again. She was dragging her nipples across my mouth. She played with my nipples while she teased me with hers, making my nipples hard, taking my mind off of my penis. Then she went back to work on me again. Sucking me, stroking my shaft slowly with her hand, pulling on my testicles, rolling them, teasing them. I could only close my eyes and try and relax. She was teasing and playing, slowly, very slowly. Too slowly, I needed relief, not more tension.
She brought me to the brink several times, letting me relax just enough that she could start again. She was seeing how close to the edge she could keep me. I felt myself rising again, I tried to lift my hips, move my penis up to her mouth, I was trying to make her make me cum. Suddenly she speeded up, she began stroking like mad, sucking on my penis head, moving her lips up and down over the ridge of my head, making me come to a powerful, wonderful climax. I was thrusting my hips as hard as I could, she was squeezing my testicles, she was feeling the cum rush out of them, squeezing in time to help each burst. She was stroking hard and fast down my shaft and forcing my cum into the rubber. I jerked once, twice, and then it became a continuous series of spasms as I shot my cream over and over again. It was wonderful, it was fantastic, and it lasted for several minutes as it went on and on. Suddenly the climaxes were over but the playing was not over.
I started complaining. I told her I was done. I wanted her to stop, I needed her to let go but she kept stroking my shaft, she kept pulling on the head of my penis with her lips locked around my ridge, she was sucking on me, pulling the chocolate syrup and my milk out of the holes in the rubber. She was squeezing my testicles, pulling them out and away from my body. I was super sensitive, after ejaculation the penis becomes overly sensitive; the feelings of still being played with were terribly powerful, racking my body with spasms that were like a series of dry climaxes.
“That is enough, stop, I am super sensitive, I can’t stand the intensity. Stop, enough! Oh, let me go!” I was experiencing a more intense feeling than the actual climax; my spent penis was being milked beyond where I could stand it. I was trying to pull away, but all I could do was push down against the mattress, my legs were stretched too tight for me to move more than an inch or two at the most. She ignored me, she just kept working rapidly on my shaft, pulling on my penis head with her lips locked around it and sucking on my penis tip, pulling out the syrup and male milk cocktail, swallowing then sucking again. Her hands were pulling my testicles out, keeping them from relaxing after they had done their job.
“Let me go, I am empty, my balls are dry. I can’t cum any more. Let me go. You have milked me dry. What more do you want from me?” I hoped that she would relent and let me relax. She just kept stroking, sucking and pulling on me. It was still intense, only two or three minutes had passed since my last discharge, my penis head was still sensitive, her stroking seemed to be stronger, I felt it all the way to my core.
“Give me a few minutes to rest, I can’t take it anymore. It is too intense, you need to slow down, give me a chance to recover.” She did not reply, she just kept stroking, pulling hard with her lips, keeping my penis hard in spite of me. She had her thumb and forefinger tightly clasped around the base of my penis, keeping it hard. No matter what happened, my penis was not going to soften with her holding it tightly around the base, no blood could leave it now. The intense pressure had made my penis head swell even more than normal, adding to the intensity. I was struggling to move, move anything I could to escape from the intense feelings she was giving me.
I laid my head back, I could only focus on the intensity of her playing with my spent penis and my empty balls, her hand had made my penis head swell and its sensitivity became greater instead of going away as it normally did. It went on and on, every bit as intense as it had been when I first spurted as I began my intense ejaculation. Only after five or six minutes did the intensity begin to die down. I was still struggling to escape; it was still an unfamiliar feeling, intense, super intense. She continued playing hard and fast, but the feelings were fading, my climax was fading rapidly. She still had not said a word; she kept her lips on my penis and kept working at it, trying to prolong the feelings as long as she could.
“That was the longest, most intense climax I have ever had. It was dozens of climaxes together, one after the other. It went on and on. I ejaculated longer and more than anyone could even dream of. The intensity of the feelings after I came was unbelievable; the feelings after ejaculation were as intense as the feelings before. You truly gave me more than I have ever experienced in my life. You gave me the greatest climax that a man could have. It went on and on. I think you proved your point, there is pleasure after ejaculation.” I had to tell her she had accomplished what she had tried to do.
She finally came up for air, but her hands kept stroking me and fondling my testicles. “Chocolate milk is much better than plain milk. But next time I will need more chocolate, I did not realize you would ejaculate so much, you must had squirted a cup full. I love holding your balls when they begin jerking and twitching, they feel like they are struggling to get away from my hand, I can squeeze them and force them to climax again. I feel like I am pumping your sperm out of your balls. With my hand stroking your penis I could feel your sperm shoot up the shaft and erupt into the rubber. I could feel your penis throb with my lips. I sucked and sucked, getting several mouthfuls of chocolate cum. That was really fun.” She was still stroking on my penis with one hand and rolling my balls with the other. My penis had become limp and was shrinking rapidly.
“Its done now, you can let me up. It will be morning before I can get hard enough that you can hang on to my penis. It’s going to be too small for you to have any fun with.” My penis was shrinking rapidly. My testicles were trying to hide inside my body but the shoe string was still snug enough to keep them out where she could grab them.
“I want to make sure you were really done before I give up. I think I can play with you some more and make you respond whether you want to get hard or not.” She was still using both hands on me. She was jerking on a soft and floppy penis but she refused to give up.
There was nothing I could do but relax. “I am more likely to go to sleep than I am to get hard again. Do you really enjoy playing with a soft penis? The condom is falling off, even with two hands holding it on it won’t stay on, there is no penis left.”
“It has only been a little over four hours since I tied you down, I was hoping to play with you for six hours, that would make us even for the six hour long ride you took me on when you would not let the motorcycle run at any speed other than 3,000 rpm. You drove me mad for two straight days. The scenery was beautiful but I could not enjoy it because I was being aroused. It was not enough to make me climax, but it was enough to keep me aroused, just like I kept you aroused this evening.” She was still stroking my penis; she had taken the condom and the shoe string off. She made a circle around my penis head with her hand and was pulling on it, trying to make it large again, stretching it out like a deflated balloon.
“You just as well give up; it is not going to respond.” I was hoping she would give up, I needed to relax.
After what seemed like another eternity, she gave up. She slid off the bed and returned with a key. She unlocked my arms and legs, leaving me to slowly regain the use of them. My legs were stiff and slow to respond as I tried to sit up. I went into the bath room with her helping me walk, I turned on the shower and when the water had warmed, I stood in it for a few minutes to wash the sticky residue of the wine, chocolate, butterscotch and ice cream off of my stomach and legs. She joined me in the shower, taking special care to clean me off, washing me until I was totally clean, and then sucking my limp penis in a vain effort to arouse me again.
“Let’s go into the big bed, you deserve some sleep now, only three or four more evenings like this and we will be even.” I hope she was smiling as she said this. She led me by the hand and even tucked me under the covers.
That night I had a wonderful dream. We were riding across country, after leaving the motorcycle rally in Sturgis, we rode up to Yellowstone Park, then to Glacier National Park and up into Banff and Lake Louise in Canada. I kept the cruise control set at 3,000 rpm, eight hours a day for ten days straight. All day she whispered into my ear about what she was going to do to me when we got back home, and she whispered an even more detailed description about what she intended to do to me that night. I had some plans for her as well. It all added up to another 80 hours.
At least I think it was a dream. but that is another story.