Cumming of Age at Harvard 4
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Comments to dorsalslit@hotmail.com. And thanks to all for the helpful remarks so far. This episode is on the short side, but follows hard upon part three.
COMING OF AGE AT HARVARD. PART FOUR
Sam pushed back until he knelt between my sprawled legs. Reaching down, he swabbed two fingers over my cum-covered belly, put them to his lips and sucked them clean. Then he ran his fingers over his hairy stomach, matted with my still-hot cum, and held them to my mouth. I closed my lips and eyes, licking and sucking the thick jism from each finger in turn.
My cum had tasted pretty good ever since, a couple of years before, I'd discovered I could get almost half my cock into my mouth. Many a large load had landed in the back of my throat, and I always swallowed But tonight's cum had a saltier tang, mingling the acrid man-sweat of both our bodies with Sam's increasingly ruttish aroma. I rubbed a palm on my stomach, then smeared the jazz on my mouth and chin. Sam was there like a shot, licking me clean, letting me taste my own cum on his tongue.
Sam's dick had never lost its vigor and, as he rocked back on his heels, it stood stiff against his belly, glistening with my cum, his own copious precum oozing from its piss-slit. His pubic bush was clotted and sticky with our mutual juices. I leaned up, reaching for his proud cock, but he again pushed my hand away and growled. "Ne touche pas, cheri. You will be mine, but I am not yet yours."
A new feeling, a recognition of his power over my pleasure, shook me and I sank back onto the pillows. Raising my legs and longing for his tongue at my hole, I pressed my knees against his strong, densely furred thighs and hips as he kneeled above me. Unsmiling, fixing his gaze upon me, he took each of his nipples between two fingers of either hand and kneaded them gently. His cock jerked slowly and rhythmically up and down. Thick, ropy veins bulged from its shaft. His precum drooled onto my belly. I was rock hard too, flexing my dick in time to his pulsations.
Now his fingers pulled and twisted his tits as his breathing grew deeper, his body beginning to blush dark red. I, too, began to massage my nipples while he twisted and pinched his own tits savagely. "No," he ordered hoarsely. "Touche pas! Lie flat. Don't move."
Sam's eyes blazed through his growing passion, then lost focus. Surprised by his peremptory demand, I put my arms at my sides and lowered my knees until I lay supine before him in a position of surrender. Surprised also, but excited, my engorged cock continued to pulse, unwilled, as it grew painfully larger and redder. My enforced passivity coupled with my straining dick drove Sam to a higher level of animal lust. His eyes half-closed, he swayed above me, uttering inarticulate sounds. I made out my name mingled with throaty noises that were nothing like speech. His nipple torture became more violent as he rocked back and forth in an ecstacy of sensation.
By now his cockhead was deep purple, a thick mushroom twice its previous size, covered with gleaming fluids. Leaning forward over me, he supported his weight with his left arm and grasped his dick in his right hand, enclosing the shaft, smearing and caressing it at first with tenderness and then with tight urgency. Was he aware of my presence beneath him? I moved a hand down to my painfully erect cock, and again heard his voice, guttural and barely human. "NO. Arrete-toi!" And he slapped my hand away violently, breathing hard as he rocked over me.
A wave of shudders wracked my body, fearful of the animal force roiling above me while longing to be possessed by it. Sam's hand moved rapidly on his thickened shaft, pausing occasionally for lubrication from the cum still remaining on my stomach. He spat into his other hand, then massaged his huge ball sac, tugging and stretching, rubbing the spit into his scrotum. His cock hand picked up speed as his features grew contorted in passion.
"Pinch my tits. Now. HARD!" His voice was gravel, his jaw slack, his eyes unseeing. I pulled and twisted them desperately, trying to maintain contact with the rocking figure above me. His tongue quested about his lips hungrily. "Harder! Now! Oh, Jannot. Please me. Use your nails." I drove my nails into his body while my legs scissored around his waist and I became one with his driving motion. His body, suspended over mine, was one dark blush, his sweat tangling his hair and dripping onto me as he rocked more urgently. His hand was a blur now, pounding his dick while involuntary thrusts convulsed his body.
He was out of control and barely intelligible, his face a mask of agony. "Mon Jannot. Mine. Oh cheri. Oh fuck! I can feel it cumming. God. It's cumming from my toes. It's shooting up my legs. Fuck. It's up my asshole and my balls. Now. Now! Oh, fuck. It's shooting out my big cock. For you, Jannot. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. All. Over. You." His thrusting stopped for an instant, and then with a long, long "Unnngh!" he shot his first spurt of hot jazz into my face. And then more thrusts and more spurts, a second and a third and a seventh and an eighth, until my face and chest were drenched by his massive load.
My own cock, desperate for release, throbbed just beneath Sam's engorged dick, still oozing jism. My asshole pulsed in time to my dick, and a thin stream of fluid dribbled from my piss slit. Sam, gasping for breath, encircled my cock with his fingers, then pressed it to his own dick while smearing his cum onto my chest and face.. Then, without warning, savagely, I fell into the most shattering orgasm of my life, vastly more powerful than the last one only minutes before. My legs and upper body spasmed convulsively, repeatedly, and again jets of hot cum struck my chest and face, mixing there with Sam's own copious fluids. As I was tossed upright from the force of my orgasm, Sam, still in a half-kneel, half-crouch between my legs, put his arms around my shoulders and we clutched together, belly to belly, cock to cock.
Our tongues met, licking the saliva and tears and cum that rolled down our faces. I ran my fingers through his sweat-drenched hair, and then we clasped our slippery bodies together again and fell back, half-conscious, upon the hopelessly tangled bed. We lay like that, speechless, panting like animals, while the room and its warmth and the lamps and our shocked personalities swam in and out of focus.
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