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 "Oh really?" She laughed and sucked on them. She made a quizzical face. She stuck her hand in her panties again, rubbed two fingers around in her oyster, and brought them to her mouth to lick. "Hmm. You're right. That is some quality oyster juice."
"That is why I must @ you today. You have the finest grade A oyster milk of any cow in Vermont."
"What if I don't let you have my oyster milk?"
"I have some dick milk for you."
"You're lying."
"AM not."
"Are too."
"Want to see?"
"@ you. No." She spat in my face, and little globules of spit hung in my eye lashes and lay on my skin. "Don't wipe it. Leave it. I want to see you with my spit on your face."
"I want to taste your spit."
"Why?"
"Because I already tasted it when we kissed and it's pretty good. Tastes like peppermint."
We both burst out laughing and she almost lost control over my wrists. She recovered and grabbed my cock again. "What if I take this thing and beat you over the head with it?"
"It would probably hurt. I would have to have you sit on my head for a bandage."
"If you are good," she said, "and I mean very good. If you are very, very good, maybe later I will let you do the bowling ball carry on me. But only if you are very, very good."
I remembered the old joke about that. "What do I have to do to show I am very good?"
She wrinkled her brows and folded her arms over her chest. Straddling my waist, she looked down on me and said: "You have to do things I ask. For one thing, let's postpone this game. We can get back to it later. Are you enjoying playing with me?" "I love playing with you." I pinched the strap on her panties and pulled it down so I could get a glimpse. She let me for a half minute. I reached in and put my middle finger against the crack of her snatch to feel her clit. There was a little hard bud there.
She reached down and pulled my hand out and pulled her panties up. She unstraddled and climbed down from the bed. Her buttocks jiggled as she landed on the floor in her bare feet. "First, Peter, let's dance a little." I sat on the bed, while she walked over and put another log behind the fire grate so vermilion sparks rose up the flue in a shower. Then she went to the entertainment center and turned on a radio or DVD.
Soft rock music poured out, as it had in her car. She stood there and beckoned. I went over and took her in my arms. She rested her head against my chest as we slow danced. I rarely slow danced naked, and my hard cock swung around. It slapped against her thigh several times, until she gently pinned it against her soft skin. "All secured, captain."
We moved around like that for a few minutes until we shifted gears again. She was light, and I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my waist. The cloth with her titties in it jiggled against my cheek bones. I was beginning to wonder how long I could hold out before I had to get my cock into one of her holes, or at least ejaculate somehow. I was getting blue balls. My nuts were beginning to feel like they were on fire. She French kissed me ardently, playing with my ears and my hair with her small fingers.
I danced around, holding my hands under her ass. Those panties were so flimsy it was almost as if they weren't there. I had to hold her high enough so that she wasn't sitting on the head of my dick, which was engorged and very sensitive. I enjoyed feeling the strength of her strong little legs around me.
"Do you want to suck me?" she muttered softly as she pressed her nose against mine.
"Yes," I said.
"You will have to suck your way up to me."
"I will gladly suck whatever you want me to suck, as long as you are attached to it."
"I know you wan to drop my panties and slip that big fine dick of yours up my hole. That would be easy, but I won't let you. First, you have to take me to the bed and I'll tell you what to do." I carried her over and gently laid her on her back. She held my dick in one hand while she said: "I am going to let you see my titties. Would you like to see them?" I said yes, and she stood up on the bed. "You'll have to raise my shirt. Slowly like you mean it." I pulled her toward me. Standing on the floor while she stood on the bed, her pussy was right there by my mouth. I cupped her ass and buried my nose in her twat, inhaling the smell of her hair and her juice. She grabbed my hair in her fists but made no move to stop me. It was clear that if I tried to lick her, or do anything other than sniff, she would yank me away. I closed my eyes, inhaled the smell of her quim, and cupped her ass in my hands. I knew I would have it all, and there was no hurry.
"I like when you sniff me down there," she said. "Is it good?"
"Oh yes, very good."
"What does it smell like?"
"The sea. The forest. A snail."
"It is a snail, dummy. I hope you like escargot, because you are going to be dining on that snail down there."
I pulled my nose out and looked up at her between the points of her tits. "I'm going to have you walk that snail right into my mouth when we get that far."
"What if she doesn't want to go that way?"
"Then my mouth is going to chase her."
"But she can't run very fast," G said in a kewpie voice. She reached down inside her panties as if to comfort the snail.
I pressed my cheek against her belly and looked up her shirt. I heard her tummy grumbling with excitement at all that was going on. Up the shadowy slope of her torso, I could see the bottoms of two very cute and interesting titties. I lifted the shirt away and stuck my head in. "This is great," I said. "Help me out here." I crawled onto the bed and had her arch over me while I sat on all fours. She placed her right hand on my neck and leaned forward so I could look directly up her shirt. Now I saw them in full for the first time. They were two longish pointy cones with big bluish cone nipples at their tips. "Do your titties get hard, or are they always firm and pointy like that."
"I train them well. They are always firm and pointy. It's a hassle when I am trying to put my shirt on without a bra, because one always gets caught under my arm or in a sleeve."
"I would love to see that movie," I said. I had her kneel before me with her ass in my face.
"No pulling my panties down yet," she said.
"I have the titties to play with first," I reassured her. While she sat on all fours, and her shirt hung under her, I lay beneath her and slowly pushed the shirt up. She tired of it and briefly rose up to pull it over her head and throw it on the floor. "I like posing for you any way you like," she said as she resumed her four-points pose. I slid on my back under her, until her nipples hung over my face. They were engorged and bluish. I lay under her and sucked on them. G moaned softly. I lipped them, first one, then the other. "You are being good," she said.
"Am I being very good? Very very good?"
"Almost."
"What do I have to do to be very very good?"
"Keep sucking my titties and I'll tell you when they have had enough."
I kept holding them in my hands and licking each one round and round the nipples. My rod was hard as glass and threatened to shatter soon if I didn't get some lubrication on it. "Bowling ball," I reminded.
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