and chin.
He gradually eased his pace but did not stop as the woman above him shook and
spasmed. As she came down from the plateau of her orgasm, he ceased his
thrusting and started to clean her genitalia, carefully avoiding her clit. As he
slid up alongside her, she panted and gasped to him “Thank…you…that…was…”
“As enjoyable for me as it obviously was for you,” he interrupted, placing a
finger on her lips to silence her. “You just relax and catch your breath.” He
cuddled in close to her, kissing her lightly. She kissed back and sucked her
juices from his facial hair. “See, I *told* you I’d find sexual uses for that
caterpillar of yours.”
“YOU? Gee, so how did you plant the idea in my head – telepathy, or was I just
too enraptured by your beauty to remember hearing you suggest things?” he asked
jovially.
“Whatever,” she replied, turning her back to him. “Hold me.”
“Gladly.” He slipped one arm underneath her biceps, and wrapped his other over
her body to meet its mate on her chest. He tugged her tightly to him, luxuriating
in her warmth. He tilted his head and kissed the nape of her neck, his hands
slowly caressing her upper arms.
After a short pause, her breathing slowed and she apparently noticed his dick
pressing insistently into the crack of her ass. “So, is your little friend ready
for another round?”
“Oh, you could say he’s up for the challenge!” he smiled as she playfully swatted
his arm. She reached down behind her and shifted his penis down between her
legs.
“Hold on, dear – Stubby’s not dressed for the party yet.”
“Didn’t you hear? It’s come as you are.”
“Be that as it may, I know you’ve only been back on the Pill for a couple of
weeks at most, and that’s not long enough. So…” He rolled away from her,
reached down to the floor, opened his tool box, and took a little foil wrapper
from within. “I’d be a poor technician if I didn’t bring appropriate safety gear
with me!”
“Oh, yes, and do I get to see the rest of your tools?” she asked suggestively,
propping herself up on her elbow.
“All in due course, my impetuous little lap-dancer,” he answered, grinning at her
curiosity.
“I seem to recall we were about to do something else…”
“Oh, all right,” she complained insincerely, a smile creeping onto her face as he
opened the package. “So, who gets to dress him up?”
“Flip you for it?”
“Sure; do you want to be flipped on your head or your tail?” she teased, laughing
as he playfully punished her for the bad joke. “Enough – enough! I surrender -
how about this? We both do it.”
“Fair enough,” he assented and drew the condom from the foil. He steadied
himself, and with his free hand grasped the opposite end of the ‘ring’ as she
placed it at the tip of his manhood. Together they rolled it down his length,
with him shivering at every touch of her hand.
“Hmmm, it’s a little tight on you.”
“Yes, I would notice something like that, darling,” he teased, “I’ll confess that
it’s not ‘as big around as a tuna can’, but it IS ‘longer than three inches’!”
“Yes, I can finally confirm that,” she replied, encircling him with her hand.
They stopped talking as he rolled her onto her back, replacing the pillow under
her hips, taking the opportunity of stroking her buttocks as he did so. He
kneeled between her thighs, cracking his joints again. She flinched.
“Sorry, but then it’s better than farting, isn’t it?” he exclaimed, trying to
…End of the part5. To be continued..