“What are you doing at home anyway?” She then asked. “I thought…you were having a good time at the party!”
“I came home to talk to you,” I then said. “And no…not really,” I said, answering the second question.
“With what….your dick?” she asked me pointedly. “Or are you in the habit of just being naked whenever you want to sit down and talk?” she then asked me.
“Well, that was my original intention,” I assured her. “Until I saw you, and then after that, maybe I was thinking more with my dick than with anything else, but you certainly taught me that probably wasn’t a very wise choice.”
She laughed then.
“Here, let me help you up,” she offered, taking my hand and putting it around herself as she stood, helping to lift me and then leading me over towards her bed where we both collapsed down onto it unceremoniously. “I just hope you didn’t wake up mom and dad, you certainly landed hard enough.”
“So did you,” I reminded her, once again looking down to see if I was bleeding, or had broken anything. It still felt like it.
“Let me see…” she said, pushing me down onto my back. Though she could have managed that with a single finger, all the strength had gone out of me as I flopped onto her bed on my back.
I felt Xavier’s hand on my now extremely flaccid prick, though she gently waggled it a little. “Well…nothing look’s broken at least,” she said looking me over, though my balls still felt like cracked eggs. “Want me to kiss it better for you?” She half chuckled.
“Yeah, would you?” I chuckled back, not really meaning for her too, nor certainly expecting it either. But that’s when I felt her lips press lightly against the tip of it, doing just that. But she didn’t leave it there either. In the next instant, I felt a second kiss, this one a bit further down on my shaft, and the next on my still very tender ball-sack, though she seemed to be even gentler there when doing it. Needless to say,
I was as limp as a wet noodle. So when I felt Xavier’s mouth totally engulf me, I was surprised to say the least, not that she couldn’t, like I said…at that moment there wasn’t enough meat there to even come close to doing that. But what had surprised me, is that she’d done that in the first place.
“Xavier…” I moaned, whatever pain I’d once felt or had been feeling, suddenly gone in the twinkling of an eye, now replaced by an entirely different sensation. “You don’t…”
“Shut up,” she mouthed around me. “Don’t say anything, not now anyway. We’ll talk later.”
What she had once done to me with her hand, she now did to me with her mouth and her lips, only this was ten times better. I was again seeing stars, only this time, I could truly appreciate them. Unlike any time I’d ever felt previously with anyone, the sensations I now felt took me to places I never even knew existed. Her lips were velvety soft, her tongue (unlike a cats) slippery and soft,
lapping at me with fleeting little tickling strokes between equally soft loving sucks and kisses that soon had my once small dinky little prick, now standing proudly at full staff. So much so, that Xavier could no longer hold the entire length of it in the palm of her hand.
“Better?” she now asked as she continued running her tongue up and down the length of it, nibbling gently on the swollen, now angry (pleasurably so) looking head of it.
“Oh fuck yes…much!” I just managed to moan through once again gritted teeth, but this time doing so pleasurably, trying to will myself from not succumbing to the intensity of this erotic sensation.
Able to sit up now without any pain whatsoever, I did so, watching her as she lovingly paid homage to my prick. I enjoyed the view of her lovely firm breasts dangling beneath her, especially when she took one of them, holding it in her hand, rubbing it up and down the length of my cock,
even going so far as to press her hard extended little nipple into the tiny eye-slit of my dick as though trying to fuck it. I watched when she pulled it away, a thin sliver of stringy pearl-like cum dew clinging to it, which she quickly used to smear and tease the tip of her nipple with before repeating the entire process with her other breast.
Xavier soon after went back to gingerly licking and sucking me, my once sore tender balls, now tightening with pleasured expectation, the tingly hint of eventual release only then beginning to make itself known. I was close now, wondering if perhaps I should warn her, but she seemed to already sense it herself.
“I want to watch you actually cum this time,” she told me softly. “I want to feel it on my breasts when you do,” she then added. She licked and sucked me only a moment more, the eruption evident as I fought against it, her lips finally vacating my shaft as she knelt above me, now holding and aiming my rock hard prick between her tits. All I did was look at her, my eyes saying it all as I came, Xavier quickly glancing down,
watching the first spew of my cream as it leapt from the head of my dick, splashing against her breast in a series of thick copious discharges that never seemed to end as one after another continued spurting against her until it was dripping off her like melting icicles. Only after she was sure that she’d milked out every last drop from my still throbbing prick did she roll over onto her back. I lay,
trying to catch my breath, watching as she ran her hands over and through the lake of spunk I had coated her breasts with. Massaging her breasts, covering them entirely, she then took some of the excess, running her hands down between her legs where she began coating her beautiful bare swollen pussy lips with it as well. I could only lay there mesmerized, seeing Xavier as she playfully used my cream to further pleasure herself with. I watched as she spread her lips even further apart,
her tiny little nodule of bliss popping out, all pink headed and glistening as she swabbed it with a sticky coated finger tip, feeding it my cream. She moaned pleasurably as she did so, causing me to roll over onto my side, reaching out towards her in order to help, though she stayed in my hand.
“No, not this time…just watch,” she said hotly aroused.
And I did watch. I watched as Xavier touched herself for me, watched as she took the essence of my very being and slid some of it inside herself with her fingers, or continued rubbing it, stroking her hard little clitoris like a tiny cock until she began shaking uncontrollably, the tremors of pleasure now seizing her body in an involuntary fashion. I heard her breath once again begin to pant, the tiny little catches in between alerting me to the fact she was nearing her orgasm, my hands now seeking out her breasts.
Xavier at least allowed me this one minor joining to her as she came, my fingers now holding, rolling, lightly pinching her hard stiff nipples as she cried out vocally, allowing the sweetness of her pleasure to boil over deep within her gut, rolling out in low deep-throated tones until the music of that specific sound became one note, which she held for a very, very long time.
**
We lay, just holding one another for a very long time after that. I think we had both even slept for a while, waking up at the first movement, no matter how minor or subtle it had been, dozing off again, still holding, still listening to one another’s hearts beating as we lay side by side.
Long before the sun rose however, Xavier woke, gently waking me up. “Rob, you need to go back to your own room,” she said, shaking me awake. “Dad will be up soon for his weekly golf game, and then so will mother,” she reminded me unnecessarily. And though I didn’t want to, I soon after rolled out of bed. “How about I come back down after they’ve left?” I suggested it hopefully.
“Not today,” she said tiredly. “I’ve got a lot going on by myself today too,” she quickly added. “And…you and I still need to sit down and talk at some point,” she then expressed. “Things are getting a little out of hand,” she then added, suddenly putting a damper on the entire evening we’d just spent together.
Once again, I got the distinct impression that Xavier was having misgivings about the little we had done. “And before things go any further, if they even do, we need to sit down and talk about it,” she told me, all but escorting me towards the door as she did so. “So scoot…before dad gets up and sees you running around the house naked!” At least she did smile at that.