The mother of my closest buddy – 2

“Be patient,” she told me. “These first parts are more for me than for you, though I’m sure you’ll love it every bit as much as I will,” she assured me.

After she’d secured me, hands tied though my feet remaining free, I felt her slowly slither up my torso. I felt the soft caress of her breasts as they touched my toes, and then upwards along my leg, moments later just brushing against my groin, not yet my prick, though my balls seemed to sparkle with electricity as they were touched. She then moved downwards again, down the opposite leg, again to my toes, and now back again. She next moved upwards, still not allowing my prick to feel much of anything except its throbbing pulse.

Her breasts now digging a trench up my belly, across my chest, finally reaching my head where she fed me one of them briefly to suck on. Like a starving babe, I accepted her nipple, her breast mashed forcefully against my mouth though she soon removed it. I then felt it as she fed me the other one, where I again paid homage to it, enjoying the feel of its firmness, hardness, even seeing it in my mind’s eye as I did so.

After what seemed like an eternity of her switching back and forth for a time, even once feeding me both nipples pressed together, which I likewise suckled as one, she then moved up once again. This time I sensed more than felt her as she hovered above me, slowly…gingerly lowering herself down. I could smell her before I touched her, or rather before she touched me. And even then…fleetingly. I struggled, lurching up, but she was quicker…dancing away before I could.

“Lie still. Let me…do all the work.”

Somehow I knew…without knowing. Bev hovered above me, her cunt only fractions of an inch above my mouth. Like I said, I could smell her intoxicating aroma, her heat hovering just there…inches away.

“Open your mouth.”

I did, not knowing what to expect, even how I was supposed to hold it open for her as I did so. Then I felt it, a small drip…another. It was sweet, musky, tangy all at once. I savored it, now licking my lips.

“You like?”

“Yes,” I groaned audibly…deeply. I then felt what felt like a tickle, a tickle of flesh, ever so light, but I knew immediately what it was. She pressed a bit further, now the fullness of her lips kissing mine, her once again swollen, puffy, wet saucy lips as they smeared themselves directly. I flicked with my tongue, just spearing her depths. She sighed pleasurably, though moving herself down over me. I felt her pussy mash against my chin, and then work itself up again, passing over my lips and tongue as I desperately reached out trying to seize her.

She continued the movement however, passing me by. My nose now coming into direct contact with her, she fucked it. Literally fucked it! Sat there on my face, my nose buried inside that sweet smelling, sweet tasting opening of hers as she mashed herself against my face. I was past insane with lust and desire as she finally moved downwards again, this time allowing me to find her.

I sucked, licked and tickled her cunt. I found her sweet tender clitoris, gathered it between my lips and chewed it delicately.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby…that’s it. Lick my pussy!” She moaned.

I wanted to crawl up inside her with my face, struggling against the bindings that held me. I continued to lap furiously at her swollen hot cunt, punching her clit like a tiny sparing bag, flicking it back and forth, then sucking it briefly again until she lifted up, forcing me away. Once again I felt the pleasure of her breasts as she slid back down my body. A body now in flame, every nerve ending of my entire being alert, awake…sensitized.

I now felt those heavenly breasts of hers as she gathered up my prick in a soft sweet titty sandwich. I heard her spit, and then spit again. The lubrication of her saliva was more than enough, mixed with my own drooling prick, creating a slick slippery passage in which she stroked my cock, using nothing more than the soft pliable flesh of her breasts.

Just when I thought I couldn’t endure any more of this heavenly torture, she moved down even more. At once, I now felt her lips and mouth again, taking me in, not fully…not as she’d done, just that damnable way of torturing…teasing me with. She chewed me, licked me…”pop” sucked the head of my dick, creating the most erotic,

decadent sounds I had ever heard. She spit on my cock, covering it in her saliva, stroked it, spit on it…sucked it again. Over and over until I was thrashing back and forth, side to side, pulling and tugging against my restraints, no longer content or even happy to be held this way.

“Please!” I begged openly. “For god’s sakes…please!”

All she did was laugh…almost evilly. “You trust me?” she asked, and then slowly ran her tongue up one side and down the other along my shaft, asking me again. “Do you?”

I had no reason not to…if anything, it would have been me where the question of trust might have been in doubt. “Yes…yes, of course I do,” I basically whimpered, still straining against my bonds.

She spit again. But this time after she did I felt a sensation, a tickling I had never felt before. And I froze. Certainly that had been an accident, and inadvertent touch perhaps. But no. I felt her probe, felt her finger push.

“Bev! No! Fuck! You can’t!”

“Too late sweetie, I already did,” she said, warming her finger inside me now. I tried scrambling back, lifting up, but she grabbed my prick in her hand, like holding onto a lever, pulling me back. “Relax,” she purred. “I told you…this one’s for me.”