Author's note:
First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story.
This is a continuation of a story separated into several parts. For it to make sense you really should read the whole thing, in order.
Lastly, if you haven't read the Author's note at the beginning of Part 1, PLEASE do so.
Peter
Now on to the story:
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Finally she came back to life. She rolled towards me and kissed me passionately, nearly stuffing her tongue down my throat. We mashed our faces and bodies together and tongued each other a long time. She reached down and held my cock; it was completely hard again.
"Looks like our friend is ready for his turn!" she snickered. "Now Georgie, watch what you'd get if only you had a real cock instead of the tiny, teeny weenie of yours."
I still had trouble reconciling one of the most loving and sexy women I had ever met, with this vicious ball-busting bitch that treated George as she did. It was very Jekyll and Hyde!
She now positioned herself comfortably beside me as if she was planning on this lasting quite a while, which suited me perfectly. George was tight against the side of the bed, I was lying normally on the bed with my crotch right under his nose almost and she was lying at my side opposite from George with her face at the level of my cock. She had propped me up with pillows, "So you can watch, after all you should have at least as good a view as Georgie!" She could take my cock in her mouth and still look George or me right in the eyes, which was undoubtedly what she had in mind.
She cupped my balls in one hand and started to rub them very gently; with the other she guided my cock to her mouth. She had her mouth closed and touched her puckered lips to my pee slit as if to kiss it, but just let my cock head slide between into her wet mouth until just the head was inside. She started to suck gently, and run her tongue all over my glans as she did so. It was feeling wonderful already. She opened her mouth and used just her tongue to go all over my fleshy head and then the very tip of her tongue went around and around the corona just under the head. She would stop each circuit to flick my most sensitive spot at the frenulum.
I was squirming already and she had barely started. I could feel my cock swell even more. She shifted slightly and now she started to bob her head up and down, causing her mouth to fuck my cock. She also was using both hands on my balls, exploring them and learning their most sensitive spots. Once she found those places she returned to them often.
It was also an amazing turn on watching my cock disappear and reappear from that beautiful face.
She would look directly into George's eyes from time to time and smile wickedly at him. Then she'd turn to look at me with a completely different smile, usually when she was doing one of her most stimulating tricks. Every time she looked at either of us she would moan, which also imparted a remarkable feeling to my cock.
She licked and sucked and tickled using her hands, lips and tongue in concert, pushing me higher and higher. While she managed to keep my excitement escalating, the increase went slow and lasted a long while! I couldn't help moaning with pleasure and thrusting my hips. She didn't try to keep me from it; she let it help her. Soon my cock was going deeper and deeper and before I knew it she was taking nearly the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat. Finally she managed to get me to lie still and she slid down on my cock to the point of her lips touching my pubic hair, and her tongue snaked out and licked my balls. I could scarcely believe it! With me all the way inside her she managed to turn just enough to look at my face and smile around my cock. I nearly lost it. I was getting very close to cumming and I didn't want to hold back, I just wanted to enjoy it.
She sensed how close I was and, without stopping, found ways to prolong the experience. She would stop sucking and lick my most sensitive spots while tickling my balls at the same time. Then as I calmed a bit she would go back to sucking. She wouldn't let me back off, just plateau for a while, building my orgasm a step at a time and holding at each phase for a time. Once she even moved to licking my balls on their most sensitive spots, the sides down low, while just holding my cock in her hand with her thumb over the frenulum, but not moving it.
I was in absolute ecstasy! Finally it was time, she couldn't put off my orgasm without stopping completely and she knew it, so she started to bob her head again, nice and steady, letting my cock slide almost all the way out of her mouth and then back down taking me very deep. When her lips would slide over the ridge around my cock head, it was as if an electric shock was going the entire length of my shaft. At the same time she took one ball in each hand and milked them. That did it, I exploded! She never stopped pumping my cock with her mouth or holding my balls, and she sucked up every drop. Even after I stopped cumming she held my balls gently and sucked ever so lightly on my cock, until it finally was almost soft.
She let my cock and balls go with a gentle reluctance and looked straight into my eyes with a huge smile. Without anyone saying a word, she tilted her head back slightly and I could see her throat move as she exaggerated swallowing. She never lost eye contact with me and her smile widened as she licked her lips very provocatively and wiped a little drop of cum from the corner of her mouth and then did another exaggerated swallow.
Just watching her little show made my limp cock twitch. I grabbed her and pulled her to me and French kissed her deeply.
"WOW," we both said simultaneously and we broke our embrace.
The day was wearing on and I knew I'd have to go soon. I didn't want this to end, and I wasn't sure at that point how it would.
George looked the most pitiful he had yet. It seemed as if every time I thought it was as bad as it could be for him, it still got worse. And this time was no exception. He was a mess and he looked very tired and I could tell his muscles were starting to cramp. In addition he looked as if someone close to him had died. In a way, maybe someone had.
Alice saw it too, but I don't think that was her motivation. "Let's untie Georgie, we haven't had much time together alone and he needs to clean up," she said to me.
As I began to untie George she continued to him, "Georgie, we need some privacy. You go in the guest room and use the bath in there. Once you're clean rest on that bed; you must be tired. Close the door and leave it closed. I'll call you when you can come out."
George said nothing, just hung his head and shuffled out. A moment later I heard a door click shut. He didn't even slam it. I sure would have!
As I feared, Alice approached the subject, "I'm afraid you'll have to go soon." I couldn't tell her feelings on the matter, she was subdued, but straightforward.
"Yes, I know." it was all I could think to say.
"Would you like to share a Margarita first?" she asked.
