Since her hand was back wrapped around me, Carol seemed to think it was a good idea to resume softly pumping me. Apparently done with our conversation, she pushed her wet hair back and bent forward. Her tongue flicked across my head briefly, before she lowered her head a little more and her lips slipped around my cock.
Hand still pumping softly around my base, Carol started bobbing her head, sliding more and more of me past her lips with each pass. Soon, my cock was bumping against the back of her throat and she pulled off. She took a few deep breaths, her hand pumping more vigorously while I was out of her mouth. Then she shifted her position on the dock and bent once more. Her hand stopped moving, resting at the base of my shaft, her lower fingers tickling my balls lightly. Her lips once more engulfed my dick and she slid lower and lower. I felt my cock slide through her mouth, caressed by her tongue as it slid inward, then pass itself deeper into her throat. For the first time in my life, I found myself completely and comfortably buried in a woman’s mouth. She took all of me.
I very briefly wondered if she could take all of Bob, then decided that I was done thinking about that.
Carol’s head wavered a few times, the incredible sensation of her throat encasing my shaft wildly stimulating my loins. Then she slid upward with agonizing slowness until I slid free of her lips and she drew a deep, satisfied breath. She grinned at me, then bent to suck me in once more. She wasn’t taking as much of me in now, concentrating on how her lips and tongue could best torture me. Her hand pumped harder and I felt myself coming to a head.
Carol did too, and lifted her head, releasing my cock as well.
“Oh please, don’t stop,” I practically begged.
Carol kissed me. “I don’t want to end things too soon. As I said, I have lots more I want to do to you.”
I kissed her back, then grabbed her hand and placed it back on my cock. “Carol. I promise you. I have more than one pop to offer you-hopefully much more than one.” She cocked an eyebrow at me and I nodded, half cockily, half pleadingly.
“Then let’s see how you taste,” she purred and bent to suck me in again.
Now she was blowing me like she meant it. Her hand pumped the bottom of my dick hard and fast. Her tongue ran circles around me inside her mouth and I felt her sucking hard.
I lifted a hand up to cup a dangling breast, holding it gently for a moment before squeezing it and teasing the nipple. Carol actually swatted my hand away! She said something, but with my dick still in her mouth, it was garbled. I think it was, “I’m concentrating here!”
Carol was focused now and working me hard. Before had been wonderful as she aimed to simply pleasure me, to heighten my arousal. But now it seemed that she was trying to overwhelm me, to drive me over the edge as wildly, as powerfully as she could.
I could feel every exact detail of what she was doing to me inside her mouth, but I still didn’t understand it. Every twist and turn of her tongue seemed precisely targeted to one right patch of nerve endings or another. Each stroke was in exactly the right direction. The grip of her pumping hand around my shaft could not have been any more perfectly firm, or the rate better calculated.
“Oh, Carol,” I moaned, repeating her name over and over mindlessly, because at that moment her efforts had left nothing else in my mind!
I wanted to hold back, wanted to enjoy, to experience this amazing blowjob longer, but that was beyond my capabilities. My moans had become too incoherent to even form the word ‘Carol’, and when I tried to cry out a warning, I could not form the words.
She knew anyway, and was ready for my ejaculation, though maybe (I hope) not for its volume.
Christ, I came hard. Moments before I burst, Carol paused her head’s bobbing, mouth clamping down around just the head, tongue rolling beneath unctuously, and her hand pumping furiously. My final moan was at the top of my lungs and almost a scream. My whole cock throbbed with stimulation from within that was almost as mighty as it felt from without, as a mighty rush of sperm gangwayed up my shaft and explosively filled Carol’s mouth.
It was not a long orgasm. It was not a stuttering, multi-part orgasm. What it was, was an overwhelming blast of energy that felt like every neuron in the pleasure centers of my brain all were flipped at once.
When the work crews inside my brain finally responded and started picking up the wreckage in my mind, fixing the plaster and replacing the windows, I found that Carol still had me in her mouth, softly milking my shaft to extract any lingering drops. As powerfully as I had gone off, I could not imagine that any trace could have been left behind.
At last, she lifted her head from my dong, letting it flop down onto my thigh, still large and engorged, but no longer rigid as a dowel. She smiled at me, her own pleasure and obvious satisfaction clear on her face. Just the barest trace of my jizz had escaped her lips, mere drops at each corner of her mouth. I saw her swallow one last time, then her tongue flicked out to sweep up each trickle.
She grinned. “Was that all right?” she asked.
“Fuck! Jesus! Carol!” was all I could manage.
“I think I’d rather fuck you instead, here in a bit,” she laughed.
My balls craved another orgasm like that, soonish. My soul, on the other hand, craved delivering more orgasms to this marvel on the platform beside me. I knew that she deserved whatever I could provide to her and more. I reached for her and we kissed. Her mouth still tasted of me, but I didn’t care as we crushed our lips together.
My hand rose again to clasp a delicious boob, its warm softness overflowing my grasp. But again, Carol swatted my hand away, though gently, almost reluctantly this time. Then she sprang to her feet. “We are doing a piss-poor job of skinny dipping here on this platform,” she exclaimed. She turned, took two running steps along it, and dove elegantly headlong into the waters of the pond.
It took me longer to stand, still wobbly from the cataclysm she had set off between my legs, but I ran and dove after her as best I could. The shock of cool water as I slid into it (much less gracefully than she) helped my mental recovery, and I splashed after her.
Carol had struck off along the shore, away from the diving platform. When I caught up to her, she was standing in one of the shallower areas, the depth such that those breasts with which I was now completely obsessed were dangling almost completely above the surface.
I rose to my feet and moved to her. I pulled her against me and began once more to kiss her. Like every one before it, the kiss was beautiful and a perfect connection, but my mind was on those tits. I slid my hands from around her back to grasp them in a desperate but gentle grip. “There is no escape this time,” I murmured to Carol through our pressed lips. “I am going to play with these now.”
No hands swatted me away this time, her tongue merely swatted at mine.
My fingers sank into her soft flesh, working around it for my pleasure and hers. With one hand, I tugged at a nipple. It was swollen and firm, and I felt her shiver as I pulled it upward. Releasing it from my fingertips, I reluctantly pulled my lips from Carol’s and lowered myself in the water to wrap them around that nipple. I sucked on it, hard, feeling it distend into my mouth. I rubbed its pert resilience with my tongue.
Don’t worry, I gave its mate its own share of attention. Man, was I having fun.
So much fun, in fact, that my softened cock made a rapid comeback, and my newly re-steeled member bumped against Carol’s thigh, out of sight down in the silty water. Carol murmured at the sensation and I felt her hand seek out my cock, grasping it. She murmured happily as I nibbled at and gently bit the nipple currently in my mouth in response to her caress.