Chapter 32: PM Portion

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Giving in, I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my bare chest into his, loving how his skin feels against mine. He breaks away and kisses along my jaw line for a moment. Then he’s back to my mouth. Somewhere along the way, I feel him swing his legs over the edge of the bed, my legs automatically securing themselves around his torso. He parts from my lips and instead opts to kiss down my throat. I sigh and close my eyes.

Just when I’m about to complain that I’m supposed to be the one learning how to please him, he lifts me up a little and, never breaking our kiss, lowers me down to the floor. I place my hands on his knees as I lean my neck up in order to keep kissing him. I swear I’m addicted. There’s no getting around it. Then…he pulls away. He’s looking down at me from his place on the edge of the mattress, his lip locked securely between his teeth as he watches me with soft eyes.

Like some magnetic force, my eyes leave his and drift slightly downwards until I’m face to face with none other than lil Mike. Or should I say big Mike? Hm…definitely big Mike. Or George. He looks like a George to me. He’s definitely too big to be without a name—hell, he should be paying rent!

Anyways, George is obviously very much awake now. I suck my lip. I still can’t over the shock of seeing him from time to time. He’s just so big and almost intimidating. Well, not so much anymore. We’ve formed a pretty tight bond, George and I, and in a little while we’ll have become even better acquaintances.  But as much as I love George, he irritates me because he’s what one would refer to as a wild child and I haven’t quite learned how to discipline him the way I would like to. Thus why his master has been generous enough to agree to give me lessons.

I will master you George; don’t you worry big guy.

My attention’s brought back to Michael when he reaches a hand out to softly run his fingertips through my hair. I glance up at him only to see him looking down at me, his chocolate eyes doing that thing they sometimes do. That smoldering thing that tells me he needs me. I love how I can see it now. I love how that underlying desperation for me lingers just barely behind his gaze, threatening to smash his calm and collected demeanor to pieces in a matter of moments. I love how he sometimes can’t control it and opts to take risky chances to be with me rather than be patient and get to me later. I love it because I understand it. I need him just the same. He’s my drug, I’m his ​medicine and together we’re hanging on.

“Michael, how—” I start to ask, but my words are cut short by a whispered hush sound from Michael, telling me to relax without actually saying the words. Oh, right. He’s one of those people that don’t like to speak much about what’s going to happen next. That whole relax and go with the flow thing. He’s like that.

So I shut-up. My top lip slips into my mouth as gently, his large hand reaches down to take hold of my smaller one resting on his knee. My eyes lock on our hands, every movement they make and might make, not escaping me for a second. I don’t want to miss a thing. When he’s done teaching me, I want to be able to understand exactly what it is he likes; how he wants to be touched, how long, how fast, how gentle, how rough. I want to know how to please him. I want to make him feel good.

Slowly he guides my hand to its destination and as I watch it go, I know he’s watching me. I can feel his eyes but I’m much too intrigued to break focus off this.

I can’t help but release a little gasp as my palm comes into contact with the soft hot skin of his penis. I don’t know why, but touching it always gives me this strange rush. I guess I always think of it as one of those things you dream and fantasize about but only love from afar because the reality of it is just too much. Yes, I know. It’s just a penis, Asha; get a grip. But it’s such an awesome penis. Trust me; George is not needing for anything.

Sucking my lip and examining it through curious hazel eyes, I gently close my fingers around it. But Michael shakes his head and drags my hand further down until I’m instead gripping the base of it. Hm, I see; much better grip. I like holding it. Makes me feel all funny inside plus it feels good in my hand. You know, I’m truly surprised my fingertips actually touch. This guy is no joke, people.

“Not so tight, Asha,” He says softly, squinting his eyes uncomfortably.

I loosen my hold just a bit and glance up for his approval. “Is that better?”

He nods his head. “Much. Now, just smoothly…”

His hand rests atop mine once again; this time his fingers curling around my own as he slowly he begins to move our hands up and down, massaging his shaft in a rhythmic sort of dance. I watch with wide, fascinated eyes as he shows me just how he likes to be touched. I follow his lead, pumping his penis in a smooth sort of tempo, watching the way the skin moves, taking in the way ​the blood flows there beneath the mixtures of light and dark skin. After a while, he removes his hand from mine and lets me just get the hang of it by myself.

Wanting to feel more of him, I raise my other hand and bring it up to grip the apex of his member. Gently, I begin to move that hand at the same easy pace as my other one, pumping him with both. My eyes can’t help but glance up in search of his reaction, hoping I’m making progress in my goal to make feel good. My stomach twists in pleasure when I see his eyes are closed and his chin is slightly tilted upwards as he chews on his bottom lip. Wow. He likes it.

I keep my rhythmic pulling and pushing of his shaft going for a bit until eventually, I feel his fingers find mine again. He rests them over my still pumping hand and just slightly lifts his penis up, exposing his testicles to me. He takes my other hand, leaving my stroking one to continue, and places it right on top of one.

“There, Asha…” He whispers, his eyes still closed. “Pay attention there too.”

Nodding my head obediently, I look back down as I tenderly enclose his ball in my hand. I pause for a second, not really sure what I should do with it…then I just begin to roll it in my hand the way I would if I were playing with a ball of clay. I used to love doing that in art class. Except, this isn’t art class and this is much more fun than Playdough any day. I hear him moan under his breath and I look back up. Sure enough, his eyes are still closed and I swear his chin has even lifted up half an inch higher.

Excited with my newly forming skills, I eagerly take hold of his other testicle and squeeze it a little just as my pumping increases. I hear Michael release a small gasp like air being sucked in through his teeth and this only makes me happier. I use my hand that’s working his shaft and I massage it all the way forward…then I bring it all the way back down again, twisting and turning my hand in smooth, slow, strokes. I swear this thing has gotten stiffer since I started this. It looks even bigger which would almost be scary if George and I didn’t love each other so much.

I pump him a little harder and continue to knead his balls like cookie dough—overall thoroughly enjoying myself—until I hear him let out this slightly gargled groan. That’s when I feel his hand slipping through the brown tendrils of my hair and tenderly cupping the back of my neck, bringing me forward with this mute desperation. That desperation and need flows out of him and into the hot air surrounding us, sneaking its way inside of me with each breath ​I intake, and making me crave more of him like the junkie I’ve shamelessly become.

“Asha…” He sighs, his dark eyes sealed shut as he struggles with forming coherent words. “I…I need…”

I look up at him and all of a sudden I feel this electric shock race through my veins, flowing through my core, sprinting along my spine, and sending an almost unbearable heat igniting inside of me that makes my mind, body, soul literally ache for him. It’s anything but unfamiliar now but that doesn’t make this yearning for him any less powerful when it hits home like this each time.

“What do you need, Michael? Tell me.” I ask, desperate to give him what he wants. Anything he wants. Anything he ever wants. My only desire is to fulfill his desires. I’m his.

“I…I…” He groans and grabs the back of my head, guiding my forward again. “Open your mouth, baby.”

I do as he tells me, the perfect student to the perfect teacher. My lips part in a surprised ‘O’ and just when they do, I feel the tip of his penis ease into the warmth of my mouth as he brings my head close enough. I’m a bit thrown off at first, just getting used to the sensations of my mouth stretching to get him in along with the way his skin tastes on my tongue. I can’t help but close my eyes and release a slight moan, excited at the prospect of experiencing my drug in a new way.

“Oh, Asha…” He sighs throwing his head back. “Explore it, babygirl…”

I can’t wait to.

I wrap my hand around the base again and enclose my mouth around just the head of his penis, feeling a bit overwhelmed with the prospect of putting the whole thing in just yet. The thought alone makes me nervous. Instead I just close my eyes and concentrate on treating myself to his taste.

Unsure of where to begin or even how for that matter, I shyly poke my tongue out and touch it to the little opening on the top of his shaft. When he gives a slight shiver, I take that as my cue to continue my exploration. My hand automatically resumes its slow, even pumping of his cock, while my tongue roams all around the head, licking and tasting. I move my own head forward just a bit (not really taking a whole lot in) and circle my tongue around him a little messily before pulling back and letting my lips meet in a kiss at the tip. He releases this kind of high noise in the back of his throat, letting me know he’s enjoying something. So for the first few minutes, I continue my ​exploration of his massive length by simply licking around the top, loving the newness of this.

After a while, I feel his hand tenderly stoking the back of my head.

“Mmm…less licking…more sucking, baby.” He instructs in a low murmur, ready for me to take the next step in my training.

I quickly nod my head, eager to please him. I swallow and take a discreet breath, preparing myself for whatever challenges are undoubtedly going to come trying to take that massive penis in just my mouth. It might be a little difficult. I’m a blowjob virgin and I have no idea how or if it’s even possible to take him all in. But Lord knows I’m going to try. I’d do anything for this man.

I breathe out one last time and then I go for it.

Taking his penis securely in hand, I open my mouth as wide as I can get it and move my head forward until I feel him slipping in inch by inch, hitting my jaws with his bulk. I keep going until I feel myself gag and instinctively I draw back some.

Dammit. I barely got half of him!  I definitely have to practice on this. This whole gagging thing’s going to irritate me.

Trying again, I close my eyes as I seal my lips on him and apply suction, simultaneously running my tongue around as much as I can. I move my head forward trying to inhale his length it seems before I began bobbing on him in a steady rhythm. I cough a little as spit from my backed up throat drifts forward, wetting his penis immensely. I quickly draw back when I realize that I can’t breathe, a trail of spit following me as I release his penis from my mouth with a resounding pop.

“Like that?” I ask looking up at him, my breathing slightly labored and my mouth slick with my own slobber.

He opens his eyes and glances down at me, a crooked almost proud sort of grin forming on his face. He strokes my hair, “Yeah, girl…just like that. C’mere...” He brings my head forward again.

Smiling at how pleased he seemed with my practice, I open my mouth and take him in yet again. I use my other hand to pump him as I close my lips around his thick shaft, taking as much as I can. Wanting to really make this good for him, I decide to try and get more of his amazing length in my mouth, making it a game. Each time I pull him out, I have to get more of him in the next time. I bob my head on his penis for a while before I move ​forward slowly to see how much I can get this time. I get to that gagging spot again but this time I try to ignore it and I keep going.

“Oh shit, Asha!” Michael groans, throwing his head back as his hands jump into my hair. I feel him hit my throat and as hard as I try, I can’t stop the horrible gagging sound that accompanies this feat. I have to pull back in order to catch my breath.

But then, determined to do what I set out to accomplish, I take him in until I feel him hit the back of my throat for a second time. I hear him curse and I feel his fingers tugging a little harshly at my hair. Clearly he likes this. It’s a little uncomfortable forcing something this big into your mouth repeatedly but I have to admit, there’s something so fun and hot about giving him head that I just can’t explain. I really could see this easily becoming a favorite past time of mine. Easily.

“Uhh Asha…baby…just like that…that’s my girl…just like that…” Michael’s string of moans and whispers as his hips slowly start forming a steady rhythm to my sucking.

His hands are locked into my hair and his body’s half off the mattress now as he starts humping my mouth. I let him. I can’t even begin to describe how horny this is making me. My throat is starting to burn a little though. But I continue bobbing my head on him nonetheless, enjoying myself despite the slight discomfort I haven’t had the chance to grow accustomed to yet. Not really knowing why but guessing that it has something to do with how hot this whole situation is making me; I start sucking him harder and faster, licking him and pumping him with equal speed.

“Fuck, Asha, that’s it!” He growls, tossing his head back and pumping his penis into my mouth harder. A subconscious thing. “You’re amazing, baby…”

I feel this warm feeling inside of me at his compliment. Wow, I can’t believe he’s actually enjoying this! I’m actually doing something right! Now there’s no way he’s gonna stop me from attacking George whenever I feel like it. Enough of that whole ‘it’s about you’ crap.

I keep sucking him at that pace when I taste something rubbing along my jaws and dripping onto my tongue…Ah. Pre-cum. I get this strange sort of excitement at the thought that I’m making him feel good enough to release. Makes me feel sort of accomplished. I close my eyes and curiously run my tongue over the very tip of his penis and I’m greeted with a few more trickles of the slightly thick liquid. Mmm.

​It kind of tastes like…fruit. Like an odd mixture of fruit and Michael that just strikes me as delicious but kind of different at the same time. Interestedly, I pull him out of my mouth and circle the head again in order to try out that new substance. It’s warm and creamy. I like it.

“Baby, harder.” Michael whines, running his hands tenderly through my hair, his eyes still closed. “I’m almost there…just gimme a lil more, girl.”

I grin—or I try to but it doesn’t really work out with him in my mouth so instead I just do what he says.

Remembering what he said about paying attention to the testicles, I pull his shaft out of my mouth and take his left ball in its place. I suck and roll it in the wet warmth of my mouth while Michael moans out how incredible I am before releasing it with a pop and taking the other one in. Somewhere along the way, I feel his hand trailing down to fiddle with my boob and boy does that make me just want to please him more! So with another pop, I release his testicle and run my tongue along the bottom of his shaft before engulfing as much as I can get in and sucking him as hard as my sore throat and tired mouth will allow.

He squeezes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I accidently bite down on him. Oops.

Well, dammit, it’s his fault.

But Michael is anything but angry. In fact, that’s what does it for him.

The little freak.

“Ahh Asha—baby I think I’m gonna…oooh, I love you guurrrl!”

I feel his whole penis grow and pulse inside of my mouth but at his words, my first instinct is to pull him out and glance up at him with this huge grin. Big mistake. “I love you too, Mi—oh!”

And just like that, I feel his hot white seamen splashing all over my face as my hand, still holding him steady, has him pointing directly at me. I close my eyes and gasp as he releases his load unrelenting into my eyes and nose and mouth and whatever else is unfortunate enough to be in the way.

Ugh. Well this is definitely not how I pictured this going. I guess I kind of never envisioned myself being smothered in his cum after this was over. Some things you just never see happening. Almost makes me think about how he sprayed me with that Dr. Pepper so many weeks ago.

Except this so isn’t Dr. Pepper.

I sputter a little bit when I think I’m done getting drilled and I try to open my ​eyes, running my fingers over them to clear the view. Wow. He must have really liked what I was doing. That was a serious orgasm there, buddy. Of course, I can’t really talk. Ninety percent of mine are just as strong or stronger whenever Michael goes down on me. Trust me. The boy was the King of Orgasmic Relief before Pop ever came into the picture. Seriously.

I look up to see him just as he’s opening his eyes, his face slowly breaking into this huge grin. I feel my mouth stretching too, pride in my accomplishments making feel a little giddy despite the endless dripping of his hot seed on my face. I can’t believe I did it! I rock so hard. Oh yeah, now I just put my own weapon of torture into my utility bag. Michael’s not the only one who can make demands during sex now.

He sighs satisfactorily and then glances down to see me. He opens his mouth to say something but then his eyes take in the sight of the mess he’s made of my face. He gasps and his hand flies over his mouth. “Oh my gosh! Baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean…are you okay?”

I only slide my hand down my face, freeing myself of most of his sperm. I shoot him a playful glare. “I bet you did that on purpose.”

He shakes his head earnestly, but I can see some of the smile he’s trying to hide behind his hand. “I didn’t—honest!”

I punch him in the leg before standing up. “Sure, you didn’t.”

“You do look gorgeous like that, though.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes at him and thump his shoulder. “Don’t even try looking for an excuse to do this all the time. Gorgeous my ass.”

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