A Steamy Evening - 2
at her kitchen table, Julie and I each coax a slice of fresh, hot pizza from the pie,
lifting it up to our lips, supporting the narrow tip with our other hand to keep the
toppings from sliding off.
Mmmmm, we sigh, almost in unison.
Am I ever hungry, Julie exclaims, biting down on the tip of her slice. Then, in the next breath she adds, with that familiar naughty grin spreading across her face, Hey, I got a brilliant idea. Lets take this into the other room and get on the computer. I want to show you something.
I retort, Youre not going to ask
me to give you a computer lesson now, are you?
Oh, heavens no, she hastily replies, chuckling. Come on. Trust me. I want to take you to a really cool website my friend Kaitlyn showed me a couple days ago.
Ok, I answer, reluctantly picking up the box of pizza and carrying it into the other room.
Julie brings in the beers from the kitchen, turns on her computer, and arranges two chairs in front of the monitor. Soon, we are logged in and get the customary If youre younger than 21, then scram.... message on the screen. She clicks the enter button and the screen starts filling with dozens of colorful thumbnails.
I swear, this site is unbelievable, she enthusiastically explains. They have something for everyone here. Sharp pictures and long movie clips. I dont know how they make all this available for free. Pointing to the thumbnails on the screen, she adds, Look, theres a regular heterosexual gallery, a lez gallery, a gay male spot, fetish stuff, a bondage site, a blowjobs page, interracial, even sex with animals, she giggles, wrinkling her nose. I dont even dare peek in on that one.
Well, where should we start? I ask.
When Im by myself I usually check to see whats new in the heterosexual gallery first, and then if I have time, go also to the blowjobs and girl-on-girl pages. Ooops! she pauses, blushing slightly. Are you comfy with that . . . the lesbian stuff I mean?
thats cool. I reply. Most of the photos dont do much to
turn me on, but occasionally I enjoy the pretty faces.
Julie opens the blowjobs page first, surprisingly. I think most guys really like this stuff, and so do I, so why dont we start here? I think I told you last Sunday that I love cocks, didnt I? she asks, giggling. I mean, I love the way they look and feel and taste, and get hot watching a guys reactions as he gets hard, precums and then ejaculates. I love looking into his eyes while he cums and watching his expressions. Pausing again, she adds, giggling, You probably think Im perverted dont you?
Well, sort of, I reply, teasing
closer toward me in her chair, she lets her recently shaven left leg brush against mine. While moving the mouse with her right hand, she
reaches down to my shorts with her free hand and begins probing for signs of an erection.
Oooooo, she gasps quietly. Youre hard already.
As the first image fills the screen, I exclaim, Whoa! Look how sharp that is! You can almost feel and smell the action. You werent kidding, were you?
I told you, youd really like this, she replied.
Soon, she has my shorts unzipped and begins stroking my erect shaft. We spend a delightful half hour jumping from picture to picture, and watching a few short videos, exclaiming aloud when something especially nice pops up, commenting on what really turns us on; all the while Julie playfully teases my cock.
signing off her ISP, she comments, You know, Brad, most of whats on the
Internet is trashy, but theres also a lot of really good stuff too. I mean, its great for couples to do this
every so often. You get some fresh ideas to
keep your love life from getting monotonous and boring, and you get to check things out
with each other in a not too threatening way.
I never thought of it that way, Jule, I reply. But I think youre definitely right.
off her computer, she stretches and yawns, then turns toward me, resting her head on my
shoulder. Still teasing my cock lightly with
her long fingernails, she whispers, Want
to turn in for the night? Im pretty
Sure, Im getting a bit tired myself.
Lifting her head, she turns and kisses me gently on the cheek. I return the kiss to her lips. Stretching my body taut, I moan with pleasure. Oh, I want to cum so bad, Jule.
She quickly stops stroking my swollen cock, and squeezes it firmly. Can you hold out a little longer or do we have to indulge this little fellow now?
No, we can wait, I think, I respond, as I lift her hand off my erect member.
Getting up from her chair, she requests, Just leave all this stuff here. Ill clean it up in the morning. Why dont you go to my bedroom and Ill meet you there in a couple minutes.
The bedroom is almost dark when I arrive, save for the faint light from the kitchen and the last orange rays of the setting sun streaming in through an open window. I remove my shorts, tossing them onto a chair, and lie spread-eagle on the spacious queen-size bed. A thin, cotton, summer-weight blanket is folded neatly on the bureau nearby. It certainly wont be needed this evening, I think. The silence in Julies hot and sultry bedroom is broken only by the soft whirring of the ceiling fan and humming of the large fan in the window.
minutes later, Julie enters, walking silently, gracefully across the carpet, as if coming
on stage for a performance, carrying two lighted incense candles in glass bowls. She sets one down on the bureau near her bed, and
the other on a nightstand on the opposite side of the bed.
The sensuous fragrance of the incense is immediately wafted about by
the two fans, and fills the room. Without
speaking, Julie walks toward the bureau and begins brushing her long, dark hair. She wears a sheer, sleeveless white cotton night
shirt, that reaches down to her upper thighs.
something really sexy about a woman whos partly dressed, I reflect to myself. It almost turns me on more than seeing her
totally nude. My rigid cock, pulses and
throbs in anticipation of the pleasure it will soon receive. Tortured by the sight of this sexy woman standing
before the mirror, brushing her hair, I cant bear to lie in bed by myself any
longer. I rise, slowly walking up behind her,
gently remove the brush from her hand and set it on the bureau. Burying my face in her neck, I pull her lovely,
dark hair aside and run the tip of my tongue lightly across her cheek, toward her lips. Resting one hand on her left shoulder, I cup my
other hand gently over her right breast, while nuzzling my knee against her leg. In response, resting one of her hands on top my
hand, she turns her head to face mine. Our
lips join in prolonged, passionate kisses. Julies
warm, fragrant breath pours through my nostrils. I
inhale deeply, taking its pleasurable essence deep into my lungs. She reaches around with her other hand, letting
her finger tips and nails lightly explore and tease the length of my turgid penis.
Sooner than I expect, I feel an irresistible wave of passion surging through my penis, as it prepares for another ecstatic release. As my breathing becomes more ragged and strained, Julie lets her hand firmly grasp my cock. Abruptly, she turns her body around to face me and asks, Youre not gonna cum now are you?
Startled, I begin to reply, I . . . I think . . .
Placing her fingers firmly around my penis, squeezing hard, she quickly thwarts my orgasm. Interrupting my reply, Please dont cum yet. Its way too soon.
Ohhhhh, I sigh, gasping for air, feeling my pulsing organ
straining in vain to expel its load.
A minute later, still gripping my penis tightly, she asks, Are you OK now?
I think so, but that causes my balls to really ache.
Julie releases my cock, grasps one of my hands, and leads me back toward the bed. Here, lie down. We need to talk. She lies down next to me on her side.
Listen Brad, youre going to make one hell-of-a lousy sexual partner for some woman if you dont learn to control your ejaculations. No woman. I mean **NO** woman wants to make love to a one-minute-man or worse, a 30-second-man. Sure, I remember us teenie girls getting a big kick out of popping horny kids off as soon as we could, making a contest of it to see who would get them off the fastest. And yeah, I guess you could say that deep inside, women feel a little delight at knowing were irresistibly sexy. But, you and I are not teenies any more, and Ive got plenty of guys flattering my ego all the time. I want to have a more fulfilling sexual relationship with my partners, and cant if they get off too quick and then peter out.
Chuckling at her use of terms, but knowing all too well that shes right, I try to offer a flimsy response. But Jule, youve been teasing my cock for an hour now, getting me all worked up. Besides, youre INCREDIBLY sexy. I mean, youre absolutely . . .
Not letting me finish my sentence, she continues, That shouldnt matter at all. Really! You wouldnt have sex with someone who you didnt find sexy, would you? Besides, cant I ever have fun with your crown jewels without instantly getting you off?
But . . .
Interrupting me, Julie reaches up and strokes my cheek gently with the back of her forefinger. No buts. Listen to me hun, you know Im right, dont you?
then what are you going to do about it?
I suppose I could masturbate just before we got together, to drain some of the excess energy off, I respond, somewhat in jest.
Oh bull, she retorted, giggling. Excuse the French, but that sucks! Big time! That doesnt really address the problem and try to solve it. Pausing for a few seconds, to let my laughter subside, she continues. Listen, are you willing to let me help you?
Nodding quietly, I ask, What do you have in mind?
Taking a deep breath, she explains. It involves you doing some things on your own, by yourself; exercises I mean. And it involves me working with you every so often. I think I can help you, but youll need to make the effort on your part as well. The first thing you need to work on is to be extremely focused on your own internal sensations. You need to visualize what youre feeling inside while having sex, and concentrate intensely on those sensations. You need to learn to recognize how aroused you are and tell when youre getting to the point of inevitability. That means spending more time focusing on your internal feelings, and I mean REALLY focusing on them at the exclusion of everything else.
Interrupting her briefly, I ask, But, doesnt that take some of the fun out of being intimate with your partner?
know it sounds like it would take the fun out making love to someone, but you must try NOT
to focus on your partner and how sexy she is, and how much youre enjoying the
contact with her. Save that for later when
youve mastered self-control . . . or just before youre ready to climax . . . or
just after you climax.
The second thing, she continues, is to work on strengthening a certain muscle that controls the flow of semen from your prostate. Its called the PC muscle. Thats not like in personal computer, she adds, chuckling. I cant remember what its real name is; some long scientific thing; it doesnt matter what. Its the same muscle we all have that controls our bladder function. We use it to stop or start peeing. Youll need to strengthen that muscle by doing squeezing exercises every day, faithfully, for several weeks and actually forever and ever. Ill explain the details later. And, the third thing, is to practice with me. At first, youll let me masturbate you. Ill apply those squeezes on you when youre getting close to climaxing. I think Im really good at telling when a man is going to cum, but just in case I fail, Ill need to rely on you to let me know when youre getting close. You should practice masturbating on your own as well and I guess thats a fourth step and doing the manual squeezes to yourself, but itll still help to have actual contact with a partner. The goal is to get you to delay your orgasm as long as possible 15 minutes, 30 minutes, longer if you are able to. I think 15 minutes is a good starting goal to try to achieve. Each time youre ready to cum, I hold you back, let you cool down a bit, then continue on, and so forth. Eventually, you should reach a point where you can control your ejaculation on your own, even while continuing to be stimulated by your partner.
Sounds really erotic. I almost feel like cumming just listening to you.
Not yet, please, she begs. Smiling, she continues, Moreover, youll get more pleasure out of the longer period of stimulation, and will have stronger, more exciting ejaculations. And . . . BEST of all, youll be able to reward your partner much better as well. So, doesnt that sound like a plan?
Taking a deep breath and stretching my body, I nod in agreement. Julie.
I love you. Youre so wonderful.
She leans toward me and places two fingers over my lips. Shhhhh, she whispers, rubbing my abdomen gently with her other hand. Shall we begin? Here, scoot over to the edge of the bed, lie on your back and let your feet dangle.
Can we lie up here with you next to me? I ask.
I think for now itd be better to have as little contact with my body as possible, until you get better at this. The last thing you need is lots of contact with me, knowing how I seem to get you super charged. I think the best thing for now is for me to be touching only your genitals. Later, as you get better control, we can try some other more exciting things.
OK, teach, I reply. You know, youd make a great sex therapist. What do they call those people who train others who have sexual problems?
surrogates, she answers. Except, Im not a surrogate for you. Im your real-world partner. Actually, I havent said anything about it
yet, but thats exactly what Im planning to do. As
soon as Ive finished my studies at the state college, Im applying for grad
school in California to become a sex therapist. So,
youre right on there.
Come on hun, scoot down here. Thats it, now spread your legs apart.
Julie then kneels on the floor at the end of the bed, gently grasps my cock and inserts it deep into her mouth, getting it thoroughly moistened with her lips and tongue. Then taking it out, she begins slowly stroking it from base to head, while fondling my balls gently with her other hand. She doesnt try special strokes yet just slow-paced, straight up and down brushes, for she doesnt wish to bring me to climax too soon. Periodically, when her hand dries up, she reinserts me into her mouth, refreshing the coating of saliva upon my organ. Then, back to the stroking. Soon, I feel an orgasm approaching again. Julie senses this and firmly squeezes the head of my penis with one hand, while ringing its base with her other hand in a hard grip.
Brad! she shouts, raising her voice
higher. Squeeze that PC as hard as you
can. Dont think about your pleasure and
how good it feels. Visualize with your minds
eye the PC standing there like a traffic cop halting the flow of semen. Visualize those tiny squigglies, marching from
your balls, only to be turned back by the cop.
Uhhhh, I groan, gasping for air. I AM trying. Thats it, Ill just think about cops from now on whenever I need to cool down.
Laughing, she adds, Talk about turn-offs! Thats OK, hun, it takes practice, and youre just starting out on this journey. She continues squeezing me for a short while longer, then asks. How are we doing? Can we continue?
Almost, I reply. I still need a few seconds.
Still squeezing firmly, Think of it like this. Imagine youre on a long trip in your car, and youre driving along a busy highway through countryside where it is absolutely flat and there are no trees or bushes. Youre dying to pee, but the next exit is 15 miles away and theres nowhere to hide. What would you do?
Do what Im doing now. Squeeze my PC.
Im OK now, I inform her.
Julie resumes stroking my penis as before. We continue on for some time, probably more than 15 minutes. Each time I approach orgasm she stops stroking and squeezes.
it, she says, breaking a long silence. I think youre getting the hang of it.
She lowers her head onto my cock once more, getting it thoroughly moist with saliva, and then begins pumping again. But this time, she steps up the pace and begins stroking in various other ways, letting her hand twist and turn about my cock head as she passes over it, then teasing my organ with her fingertips for a while, collecting the large drops of precum that accumulate with her fingers, swirling her hand around its head, and then back to stroking once more. As her hand dries out, she licks my cock all about with her tongue, and then resumes stroking. She suddenly begins talking to me in a naughty, seductive way.
OK, hun, lets go. Cum big for me now. I know youve been waiting for this for a long time. I know you can do it. I want to see you explode like never before, spurting rivers of cum everywhere, like a geyser. I wont hold you back now. The traffic cop is gone and your sperms are rushing, rushing to greet my hand. Cum for me baby.
As if under a spell, blindly obeying her directives, I finally start ejaculating, shooting long ribbons of cum high into the air and onto my chest. Ooooo, baby, thats beautiful. Keep it cumming, she exclaims in a high-pitched tone. I love it. Ohhhh thats beautiful. When the spurting dies down and the remaining cum starts oozing out of my throbbing cock, she takes its head into her mouth once more, sucking on it, lapping up every drop of semen that she can squeeze out by pumping on my shaft.
Oh yes, I moan. Thank you.
Mmmmm, she purrs quietly, lifting her lips off my cock. Thank YOU. You did great. Im proud of you. What a wonderful cum shower you treated me to. I told you I really get off on watching a man cum.
As we rest together in silence for several minutes, Julie continues lightly stroking my still firm cock, concentrating mostly on its shaft, avoiding its over-sensitive head, keeping me excited, not letting me grow soft.
Then, standing up, she reaches out for my hands, grasping them and pulling me to my feet. Here, wait right there a sec.
herself fall onto the bed, face down, buttocks lifted high.
Come on hun, lets have some real fun.
I lean over her, supporting myself with my arms. As I get close to her with my cock, she reaches around, grabbing it firmly, sliding its head along her warm, wet, swollen pussy, back and forth numerous times. She then moves it deftly into her orifice. I take over and begin to tease her vaginal opening with my cock with short, gyrating motions.
Uhhhhh, she groans as I thrust deep into her. I thrust slowly at first, but as she begins rocking back and forth, I increase my pace, occasionally wiggling my hips as I withdraw almost completely from her. Then, plunge deeply into her again.
Sighing and moaning with an increasingly shrill tone, she begins panting rapidly, thrusting her buttocks back and forth vigorously to match my pace. Soon, I feel her throbbing, clamping down on my cock with her strong vaginal muscles.
I close my eyes and lower myself so that I rest onto her back, now sweaty. I reach around to her crotch and let my fingertips stroke her erect clit. Soon, a loud shriek heralds the onset of her powerful orgasm, and I feel my groin becoming drenched by her warm fluids. I continue thrusting rapidly, while massaging the folds of her wet flower. Then, leaving my hand motionless over her pussy, I focus all my concentration on the rising tide of pleasure within, and the sensations in my cock from her contractions. I feel myself losing control to a being more powerful than I, and I drift off into a dream-like state, becoming at one with her in body and spirit. I explode once more, this time within her pulsing vagina.
Oooooo, she cries, sensing my ejaculation, Thats beautiful.
Quickly, I begin to feel an overwhelming sense of fatigue. My muscles turn liquid, and I fall heavily onto her back. My mind drifts wearily into a stuporous state. Julie and I lie motionless for several minutes, at one with each other.
Brad. Brad! Julie whispers. Are you sleeping?
Uhhh. . . . Uh, oh no, I reply sheepishly.
Uh-ha, Ill bet.
Its just like a guy to fall asleep.
You know what they say: Get
it up. Get it out. Get it in. Get
it off. Get to sleep.
We both began laughing hysterically, and my now limp cock slips out of her wet vagina.
Shall we take another shower, she suggests. I feel really sticky.
no, Jule. I want to keep your wonderful sweat
and cum on me as long as I can. I dont
want to wash it off yet.
OK. Then lets get up on the bed and get to sleep.
I crawl onto the bed. Julie follows, lying next to me on her back. Here, rest your head over here, she motions. Leaning over, I kiss her face repeatedly, and then turn onto my side, laying my head on her breast, folding one leg over her outstretched legs. She wraps her arm about my shoulder, pressing me into her. The last thing I remember as I nod off to sleep is the rhythmic beating of Julies heart inside her warm, sweaty bosom.
see: Neighborly Delight, which precedes this story.
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