“What?” Mary asked, still trying to think straight. Then she realized what she had said, and how I had replied. “Oh God, yes. But…” she grabbed the empty beer bottle. “We need another beer first. And I need to stick my brains back in my head!” She stood up, took a step, then stepped back to lean down and kiss me again, gently this time, but hungrily. She released my lips with a pop and smiled at me. “Be right back!”
She smoothed her skirt into place and quite deliberately swayed off into the kitchen.
She really did need to get her head together, because it was more than a minute or two before she returned, looking much refreshed. She handed me my beer, then promptly ignored hers, instead flowing into my lap, draping her arms around me, and kissing me. It was like she was exploring my lips all over again, and I frankly appreciated the reset. My hand once more found its way to one of her spectacularly firm mounds and she gasped a little at my touch.
My seriously straining cock rubbed through my pants against her thigh, and she murmured as she caressed it with her leg. Then she paused and smiled down at me, suddenly still in my lap. She bopped my nose with a fingertip and grinned. “Ready?” she asked.
To fuck? Hell yes!
But that was not what she had in mind. Instead, she slipped from my lap and to the floor. Kneeling to one side of my legs before me and leaning down to explore my bulge with her hands. She bent further and kissed the lump in my pants! I grunted in surprised pleasure, then moaned as she breathed heavily on it through the fabric, the warmth of her breath suffusing the fabric over and around my cock. Just as quickly, she tugged at my fly, unzipping me and tugging my khakis down slightly. Her fingers delicately brushed up my bulge over my underwear, and then almost yanked the waistband out and down. My by now desperate cock bounced up and free.
“Fuck, she really wasn’t lying,” she muttered. Who wasn’t lying? Carrie? What all had she actually said?
Looking up at me, she waggled her eyebrows, then bent to kiss my head, then run the tip of her tongue around my glans. “Oh, wow,” was all I could muster in the way of words.
She lavished her tongue all over the top of my cock, then ran it down my length a time or two. I quivered with pleasure. She sensed my happiness and smiled up at me for a flash. Then she popped up to get a higher angle, and sank her lips slowly over me. Their supple, demanding embrace encircled me and I felt her sucking lightly as she slid her mouth down and down. She was relentless in taking more and more of me until I suddenly felt her choke.
She popped up suddenly, gasping. I lurched forward, distressed. “Are you okay?” I asked in concern.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “It’s just… damn, you are long. I am never going to be able to get it all.”
“You don’t need to,” I protested. “Believe me, you are doing an amazing job,” I chuckled, but with a begging tone in my voice, entreating her to continue.
“Sometimes the fun is in the trying,” she giggled, and bent once again. As her mouth clasped me once again, she shifted and climbed halfway back up onto the couch, giving her a higher angle, which she used to once more try to take more and more of my length. She would reach a point where she gagged, back off, then after some simple loving of my cock, she would try again.
To be clear, I was actually a little alarmed every time she tried to, um, ‘deep throat’ me. Nine inches seemed like a lot for a person to stick in their mouth and throat, especially a petite, if voluptuous, person like her. But oh man, was I enjoying the whole effort.
Even better, with her sucking me from the side, I found that my hand could easily reach out and grasp her delicious, generous tits, dangling under her. The thin fabric of her top and the flimsy bra underneath did little to come between my fingers and her boob. But she seemed to feel even that was too much, and, briefly popping up free of my dick, she tugged her shirt swiftly off over her head and draped it over the back of the couch before resuming her oral assault. Her bra was pink, and delicate, and I didn’t see how such a flimsy edifice had been doing much to support her enormous boobs. My hand went immediately back to clasping her. Her nipple was hard as a rock and easy to feel through the light bra.
But now it was easy for my to slide my fingers under that flimsy fabric and take the warmth of her flesh directly in my grasp. As my fingers caressed her skin and I squeezed the soft mound, she started humming around my cock.
I felt a surge of orgasmic premonition and I knew I needed a distraction fast. There was no way I wanted this blowjob to end any time soon. I twisted and slid both hands along the back strap of her bra, fumbling for the catch. I couldn’t find it.
She lifted her head and muttered, without taking me fully out of her mouth, “Ith gook nnn ga thrunn.” Deciphering that added to the distraction of trying getting rid of her bra, which was good. But it was still a moment or two before I realized that she had said that the bra hooked in front!
It was a bit of tangle, getting both my hands and arms underneath her, because she refused to stop sucking me as I struggled. Such dedication…
Still, I briefly fondled both breasts as my hands got underneath, then fumbled where the cups of the bra met. Now what? This was my first encounter with a bra of any kind, and the puzzle did more to let me tamp down any chance of coming too soon. My fingers traced the small plastic catch, trying to sense how it worked, she at least stopped bobbing while I fumbled, contenting herself with holding my head just inside her lips and running her tongue around it in counter-clockwise circles.
My fingers were quivering as I manipulated the clasp and suddenly it clicked. I let go and the cups fell free to dangle beside her suddenly even more pendulous boobs. My fingers leapt to clasp them in all their glory. Then I gasped suddenly, and she swiftly pressed down on me, taking almost two-thirds of me into her. I could feel my helmet actually pressed in on all sides by her throat.
She didn’t choke this time, but she also didn’t seem brave enough to take any more. She slowly, carefully, raised and lowered her head atop me, letting my tip slip out, then back in to the back of her throat. Three passes was all she managed, then she gave up on the depth game for good.
Amazing and impressive as the sensation had been, I was just as happy she stopped playing, as she now concentrated fully on the wonderfully things to be done with lips and tongue. I could see and hear her sucking hard on me now. I gave up the uncomfortably contorted posture that let me hold her tits with both hands and flopped back against the back of the couch, my far hand flopping on the cushion. My near hand did not let go of the fantastic breast it had captured. Duh. But I soon found myself just idly tugging on a nipple, gasping with pleasure over what was being done to my member.
All the extra time I had bought fumbling with her bra was used up, and the orgasm was once more demanding to get on with it. She had a lot of me in her mouth again and I gasped a warning. “I’m gonna… It’s time… Be…”