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sensibly, and a mishap in bed can blow so out of proportion that... I've heard of men struck impotent because their girlfriend refused to fulfill some special fantasy, and so what if those stories aren't true? Neither is the self-licking lady, but we still hope that she might be.

Mark certainly did, and it'd have been so easy to get caught up in his excitement that I might have lost sight of the promise altogether. I was going to have to maintain a very firm grip on myself... make sure that I was excited enough that I wouldn't suddenly feel stupid... or filthy... or awkward... when the moment came; but not so carried away that I fell over, or did it all wrong. And not so dedicated to the cause that the entire evening devolved into an extension of my exercises.

I had the routine mapped out in my mind. Now I had to stick with it. He'd already removed most of his clothes; as I stepped out of the last of mine, I lay back on the bed, gripped his fat cock, and guided him inside me, holding him tight and allowing my body to relax around his firmness.

I ground my hips and he began moving slowly inside me; imperceptible thrusts that jangled my clit, but nothing more. Gradually, though, I felt him pick up the pace. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him tight, holding him still. "Not yet," I whispered. His movements subsided, and I released him, to begin our slow, gentle humping again. Three times I halted him; three times, I knew, his balls built up a head of steam that had then to recede. When they finally blew, it would be like Vesuvius, and he'd better be ready to roll away quickly, because I wanted that lava while it was still red-hot. (Cold cum tastes disgusting... I learned that long ago.)

Okay, this was it. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, faster, but I made no move to slow him; if anything, I drove him even further, crying out his name, banging my hips against him, gasping, screaming... I felt him tense and draw back his body; heard his cry, and cried out myself as a hot splash of seed flooded into me. Then I pushed him off, raised my legs, hips and back; rolling my spine, curving my body, spreading my legs... I was a spring, I was a fist, I was a ball, coiling and curling in on myself.

I could smell my pussy, thick and cloying. The smell excited me. I flexed further... now I could see it, just inches away, gaping wide, wet and beautiful and smeared with the cum that had just gushed into it. I was astounded. I'd seen myself from several different angles before, well fucked and drooling the delights of the moment. But never this close, this tantalizingly close... I wished I could lick it, that I could plunge my face into my own folds, and wallow in the glorious mud that we'd made.

Instead, I'd have the next best thing. I flexed, and felt a molten movement deep within me; squeezed, and sensed it coming to the surface, a glimpse of white that pushed itself back to the surface.

I rolled; it oozed, a thick dribble that lay at my pussy lips, which hung suspended for a moment, as a dribble became a globule, then gathered more mass to transform itself into a thick, shivering dollop. It fell and I caught it on my tongue; another formed, I caught that too. I closed my mouth to savor the taste, of cunt and cock and cum and cunny-juice and a third drop splashed onto my chin - and then Mark was kneeling above me, lapping greedily at the feast I'd been keeping to myself.

I drew my legs in, coiled them around his neck, lowered my body to the bed with his head clamped tightly to its task; grasped his sticky, glistening cock and pulled it to my mouth, devouring the last delicious flavors from its pliable, suckable softness while he buried his tongue deep inside me, in search of his own creamy treasures.

And I was right. He never did complain that I never sucked myself... for the much the same reason, perhaps, that few guys ever notice that there's not much blowing going on in a blowjob. But, next time someone tells you shouldn't make promises you can't keep, remember this. Sometimes, you can get so close it doesn't matter.

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