(this is a sequel to Ode to A Cali Courtesan, and takes place, as did the prequel, in real time. Thank you. These recollections are attempts to freeze a particular time, forever. Danbury 200)
My spent cock still deep in Megan's mouth, I lie back on the hot bed, nearly unconscious from the dramatic, wild sucking off.
Utterly drained, dick stiff but rapidly dwindling, my eyes closed in some of the deepest pleasure I have ever experienced, as I indolently float on orgasm pleasure, I can still feel, wet, warm, and softly mouthing, Megan's working lips, continuing to nurse my softening, cum benumbed tool...
It's as if she were still hungry, and THS is the conceit I am amazed and amused to witness! I offer it to you here as a kind of paean to her amazing skill set!
It is as if she has gotten nowhere near enough of sucking, of cum, even as her lips grip and regrip the dwindling tool, as her throat swallows and swallows...
I reach down and stroke her head and she coos, but almost plaintively, as if she had been expecting more cum. Considering the amount I just pumped into her, that's hard to fathom.
I am not complaining - not at all. Just amazed she has the stamina.
She holds my softening member as if still famished, her lips working with hungry dedication, staying on it, still softly moaning, her groans vibrating through my softening, still drooling tool as it slowly retracts into its snake cowl of foreskin, almost sore with delight.
I am stoned from orgasm and floating, and usually at this point Megan leaps up and is ready for me to go.
But not today...no, today will enter a kind of pantheon of heavenly cloudy dream histories, one of the handful of erotic dreams that is all a man will have left (or woman, either) to remember, as if by lightning flashes, till the end of their eros life...yes, this is a Hellenic remembrance, an ode -- I was not kidding you, I take my titles seriously!
Today a kind of history will be made, writ large by this gorgeous blonde amazon of cock...this handmaiden of Art itself...this perfect temple whore...the vestal queen!
And if you doubt me, then read on and you will see...
I simply float on cum sucked dopamine, and feel my cock, on its mat of fur, is resisting her reluctance to let it go...she tugs at it, worrying it like a puppy eating taffy, working her tongue all around the slackening foreskin, keeping her hands at her side, moaning softly and with nearly irritated appetite that more cum is not issuing from the piss slit, incredibly still hungry for cock and come.
Softly grunting, she keeps softly soothingly sucking at the deflating head, smashing it with her lower lip and tongue, her lips nibbling, fish-like, at the shrinking mushroom head, the sperm dripping from it onto the ridge of cock helmet, the tongue coated.
And she does not surcease after the usual minute or so.
I think I drift off for a few minutes, but when I come to again, I realize hazily as I look down my body, eyes half closed...that she's still nursing it softly. As I drift in and out, I feel the warmth of her matted blonde hair on my belly and my shrinking member, and can feel the not unpleasant, soft, milking, insistent vacuum of appetite, her cooing persistence, mixed with suckling drooling sounds, as I drift, daydreaming, coming down off my dopamine high.
Remarkable.
She croons as she now takes slow, long, flat-tongued licks of my belly and hips, but always returns to the shriveling cock, now tonguing the sac that is also spreading back down onto my thighs, losing its tight-bagged tension, pancaking out.
As if to celebrate this apres-denouement, the sun comes in the window through the flat space between the sunshade and the balcony wall it illuminates her blonde hair, and the cock itself and her mouth.
She shows no signs of stopping, and it feels too lovely to stop it myself. I do wonder what this renascent hunger is...but not enough to stop her...god no!
Instead I look down and enjoy this most unexpected coda to a cum.
It's totally mental, this erotic stirring in my mind -- for my cock is dead numb, sucked off and out.
The bed is bathed in the light from the late afternoon beach sun, a Courbet-like light of crimson and gold and blue. She remains busy at her task.
As I wake fully, I prop my head up and see, now, spot-lit, the cock falls to one side, glistening, sticky, a stray pubic hair now going into her mouth without protest. She seems to welcome the scratchy length of it, the coil. And she lick lips from one side of the tube to the other, she noses the accordion of lax foreskin, sniffing at it inquisitively, softly protesting its deflation, the cock head squishing lazily under her working mouth, the foreskin beginning to swallow the whitening helmet, but as it does she takes a new, re-needing grip of it with her wet, bruised mouth and sucks the head back out of its cowl with a moaning pop -- and she keeps pulling the head out with the sheer vacuum of her lips, making it pop in an out, a bubble rising on it as she drenches the cock with the cum spit that she still hasn't swallowed.
The sun glints off the sperm that glazes her cheek, off the glistening head of the dick itself, turning cream colored now, losing its purple hue, it's tube shape drawing in...being pop-sucked in and out of her mouth like a plopping se slug, a fat but sleepy serpent, and indolent and nearly formless, a big meat sack tube.
This is Cleopatra quality post-cum worship. No, more! I doubt very much even Cleopatra equaled what this amazing Teuton is lavishing upon me today -- you be the judge!
As she continues ministering to the slowly drooling, still stiff but slackening and softening, penis, I'm barely able to raise my head to look, I'm so drained and so high on the wild orgasm to which she's sucked me.
Finally I see that she has stopped and is raising her head from my cock.
Peering up at me dazedly.
A long string of cum drool remains stretched, seemingly frozen- between her now swollen mouth and the sheened foreskin of the cock that lies like a flattening cigar on my belly, a string that trembles but does not break as she now talks, her eyes still concentrated and narrowed with her own bliss. Her eyes closed against the sun but not leaving its spotlight.
"Hey, baby," she murmurs.
I smile dazedly up at her. Her face looms over me like a beatific cock nurse, glistening with drool, cum, smeared with juices from her hairline down to her chin down to her neck. She is smiling like La Giocanda...and the eroticism, the rank raw animal sensuality of the image is powerful.
She looks down at my cock, back up at me, her eyebrows raised slightly. She bites her bruised lower lip, the remnants of lipstick smeared along the edges.
She sighs, and flushes a little bit.
"Can we go again? Or do you want to rest for awhile first? Cuz I am hungry...so hungry..." She dips her head, and licks the cock from the base where it fits against the balls all the way to the tip, then mouths the head suddenly, lifting it off its belly bed and giving it a ravishing suck, before dropping it again, and mewling softly like a kitten against its wet length. Cum drips out of her mouth.
I am too dazzled by this disply of avidity to immediately reply.
She smiles hopefully, her head bowing a little.
"I'm so thirsty today, Roger," she whispers, and giggles and looks down, flushing with comely embarrassment.
I'm amazed and not a little bemused. It isn't that I don't believe her, which I don't, of course, it's that I am astonished at her work ethic. Her performance. That she has such stamina and can paint such a portrait, just after such an amazing display of sex hunger! That there is more in her!
Of course, she is upselling. She would like another hour of money. But she's never done this before. That's why it is novel.
I crook one elbow and sit up slightly, to look at the digital clock in the porno screen corner of her big display.
It's 3:50 and my hour is almost up. You don't mess with a whore's standard hours -- it's a sacred clock. And yet here she is, still at it! This is not just unusual, this is unprecedented.
She's never done this before - asked me to stay. It's not an unusual whore ploy -- they call it 'multiple pops' in the ads, but it's new between me and Megan and she must realize it, because she grins slyly.
"Appetite, Roger, somehow you have whetted today, " she whispers, and grins, shyly bowing her head back into the wet curve of the undercock.
I chuckle. I want her to at least sell me a little bit. I pretend I don't understand what she wants.
"You could make me come in ten minutes? Again? Darling, not even you have that capability. The spirit is willing, but my cock...well...he just came."
She simply looks up at me wide-eyed.
"Honey, yes, it is of course good to have the financial affirmation -- I love that so, but...the truth is...today I am genuinely horny for cocksucking and I want to drink him more, " she says hoarsely. "Drinking your cum was so good, but...but, oh, honestly, I am still so thirsty."
I sigh and lie back, loving the upsell.
She nods vigorously, her tongue coming out to lick at the rope of chin drool and sperm that connects her lips to my quiscent uncoiled hose of cock.
"Honey, you taste so good today, you have obviously eaten well, but I have learned to go with the flow, you know, and I am so into sucking your cock today - it would be a shame to waste this feeling, Roger, oh GOD." She stares at me, almost anguished. "It would be a SHAME to waste this hunger of mine, it doesn't happen often, I'm not lying about this."
She trembles as she lowers her head and licks the limp cock with real relish, sniffs it deeply closing her eyes, and now looks back up at me with near mischief in her dazed looking eyes.
"I'm the guy, huh," I say, gently mocking her.
She looks up and smiles.
"I espeicially liked," she whispers, "the way you mouth fucked me at the end." She giggles. "Just using me as your bitch, darling." She licks the foreskin. "Can we please do more of that?"
I sit up slightly and light the joint she's laid out on the table. I hardly ever smoke it but today I want to.
Especially if we're continuing, and it very much looks like we are. Megan really knows how to convince me.
I take in a deep breath, eye her wryly.
"So this is to be a joint effort, a plaisir de mutuale."
