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never once allowing his own hands to do more than clutch my wrists or, once, fleetingly, brush through my hair as I first breathed on a nipple.

I removed his clothes, then stripped away mine - I caught his eyes flick across my body, and maybe linger on my boobs. But that was all. No matter. I could wait all night if that's what he wanted, and it's not as if there wasn't enough in front of me to keep me occupied. I broke off from one nipple, and moved over to the other, gently flicking it with my tongue before sinking my lips around the corona. Another gasp as I opened my mouth wider and started sucking his flesh in, drawing in as much as I could, while keeping my tongue pressed against the nipple. At the same time, I let my fingers slip down to clasp his balls, while my palm pressed his stiffness against his belly.

His scent rose up as my fingers worked the tightening foreskin; breaking from his breast, I began kissing and licking down his body, towards his belly and beyond. Alistair wasn't moving now; I couldn't even feel him breathing, but when I raised my head, I saw his entire body arched, his head back, eyes closed, poised so still, so expectantly... I released his balls and used my fingers instead to draw the skin of his cock back as far as I could, and then flicked the tip gently with my tongue.

Alistair groaned. His legs wrapped around my back, the head of his cock pressing hard against the teeth I'd clenched as I nuzzled him. His hips were softly undulating; his hands were hard on the back of my head, and his breath was coming in loud gasps and cries.

I released my jaw and almost jumped as his prick slid effortlessly between them, filling my mouth with its hardness and heat - and then he tensed again; held me so still for what seemed like minutes... oh no you don't. I broke the embrace before his cock erupted, squeezing the tip between two fingers, willing the tidal wave to recede - and slowly, it did. I desperately wanted him to cum, but not yet. First, I wanted to lick his dick to distraction.

My lips remained sealed tight; I enjoyed the sensation of his prick bumping against them. "Please...." he whispered, and I smiled. Still no entry, but my hands were on his inner thighs now, one finger lightly tickling the so-sensitive spot between his balls and his ass-hole.

"It's at times like this," I whispered, "I wish I'd recharged my digital camera." Both hands were holding his cock, my palms upright, pulling the skin back as far as I could. "Because this would make a wonderful picture." My lips grazed the velvet helmet, spread slightly to take the very tip of it in, and then he was in my mouth again, and my lips were sliding down his length, taking him deep... deeper... my nose was almost touching his balls as he slipped in, and my hands, tight on his hips now, were pushing him in... out... in... one... two... three... I tried to take control of his thrusts, to take his mind off the incredible feeling that I knew was building now in his balls; but, though it worked for a few moments, I knew he wouldn't be able to hold it any longer.

So did he. A cataclysmic shudder nearly sent me flying. The power of his orgasm was almost frightening, and the force of his cum against the back of my throat could have choked me if I hadn't moved back so swiftly. But it was worth all that, just to see the look on his face. "You," he breathed, "are sensational."

I laughed. "I think you had a lot to do with it as well," I said - and it was true. How many guys, after all, have you blown, only to look up to see them staring into space, as though you weren't even in the room? Alistair not only enjoyed it, he let me know how much he was enjoying it, and that's the biggest turn-on of all. Slowly, I kissed my way back up his body, pushing my wet pussy against him as I moved; our lips met and, for a moment, I felt one hand brush my ass, then settle in the small of my back, pressing hard and moving ever so slightly, while the nails of the other one scraped at my shoulder. But his body didn't move, not even with my dampness wedged against his thigh.

Moments passed, then minutes. My cunt was aching; I wanted this boy now, and I tried to shift my weight to let him know. He moved a little as well, but in the opposite direction, so that I remained jammed against his thigh. But his hand was still moving in the small of my back, and his breath was nothing more than short, sharp gasps.

Okay, I get it. I raised myself on my knees and slipped my hand down to caress myself with my fingers. Moisture clung to them... I reached my hand towards his face, and wiped the liquid on his lips, feeling myself grow even wetter as I watched his tongue snake out and lick it off. Gently stroking my clit, I parted my pussy lips and slithered my sex up his belly to his chest. Then, with my weight on my knees and one hand, I stroked myself against his nipples.

Thin trails of wet glistened around them; scooting back and leaning forward, I licked lightly at one, then kissed him hard. His mouth sucked on my tongue, as if to catch every last taste of my juice; and, when I looked at him, his eyes had that same dancing flash I'd seen in the photograph. I settled myself onto his chest. I can't begin to count the number of times I've given a lover a tit fuck. Now I was going to get one, for the first time in my life.

His chest was hairless, but stubbly. I guessed he kept it shaved, but the tiny prickles were there all the same, kitten-nipping at my most tender flesh, as my clit ground against his breastbone, and my body tensed and tightened in response. I moved slowly, savoring the firmness against me, watching my wetness smearing his skin, and wondering how long I could keep it up before I came. And where would I be when it happened? The thought of that hard cock of his slamming my cunt was over-powering, but he might not be ready for that yet - I'd drained him well, after all. And besides, I was curious what he'd look like with my pussy locked onto his face; if I impaled myself on his tongue, and let my love juices flow down his throat.

He seemed to comprehend exactly what I was thinking, angling his head down as I moved towards him. I saw his tongue flick out, not far enough to touch me, but certainly enough to let me know that he knew what I needed. I squirmed up just a little, felt his fingers come up to part my lips, and then his mouth sucking at me - not at all gently, but hungrily, as though he wanted to swallow me whole. There was a tightness, almost a flash of pain as he drew my flesh inside, and then a sensation of incredible relief as he found his rhythm and began sucking at my clit.

My very muscles were turning to jelly; I tried to keep my balance but it was too much, too wonderful... I tipped back and, in what seemed like one imperceptible movement, Alistair spun around. Suddenly I was no longer in his mouth, but he was deep inside my pussy, my ass pointing straight up in the air, my face was at his feet. Reaching around me, his hands were firm and hard on my breasts, rocking me back and forth.

Tight as a glove around his cock, rippling down its length as my pussy walls flexed against him, I couldn't hold on any longer. I slammed forward as he pushed back, and all those hours of waiting and teasing burst out of me in a hot, hard spasm that seemed to last forever, and filled me with such heat that I barely even noticed his own climax, scant moments later.

I fell to my side; felt him shift slightly and, when I reopened my eyes, his head was just inches from my still pulsing, cum-dripping cunt, watching for a moment as a thick glob of his own spend oozed out, and then drawing his tongue slowly and deliberately up the length of my slit, sucking so gently as he felt me relax, and drinking in the last of our mingled juices. I turned my head to one side - almost unbelievably, he was already stiffening again.

He broke slowly, almost reluctantly, away from my pussy and kissed me firmly on the lips. "So how are you doing"

"Do you even need to ask?" I replied. "How about you?"

He kissed me again. "Oh I'm fine." And then, "that's the first pussy I've had in six months... our trainer discourages it, he says it keeps us focused on our game."

"And does it?"

"I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. Nobody expected me to win anything at the Games and, when I did, everyone said it was my fierce dedication that saw me through. That's bullshit. The only thing on my mind the entire competition was fucking my brains out, the first chance I got. And I know I'm not the only person at the Olympics who feels that way." He paused. "You don't mind me telling you that, do you?"

My mind flashed onto the events I'd been most enjoying... the muscle-bound snowboarders, the lithe little skiers, the deceptively sexy figure skaters... the passion with which they competed, the glorious, but strangely mysterious gleam in their eyes as they did so. "Well, I'm certainly going to watch the Games in a very different light from now on," I murmured. My face was just inches from his thick cock, staring down the wide-open eye at the tip, breathing in his irresistible scent. I moved closer to engulf him, and Alistair's voice was almost purring as he tried to crack a bad joke. "You know, Chrissie, I don't want to even think about gold and silver any more. But I would love to give you a pearl necklace."

I looked up and laughed. "Dream on, stud. I'm going to swallow every drop you can give me. And then I'm going to come back for more."

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