Little was I to know that this was the day which would change how I thought about David, about sexuality, and about myself. The pleasure I was getting from teasing him was more intense than anything I had ever experienced, and watching him strain helplessly while I reached orgasm after orgasm was the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life.
It was during breakfast that I made my mind up.
"David?" I asked tentatively, "I need to know how far you are willing to take this."
He looked at me nervously. "I don't know what you mean. Take what?"
I couldn't tell whether he was confused or playing coy.
"I have to be honest David, this has sparked something inside me that I've never felt before. Sure, I thought teasing you would be fun, playful, but this is different. You wouldn't believe the things I am thinking of doing to you." I smiled, tracing my foot along his leg, up along his inner thigh, until the ball of my foot was pressing into his crotch. I gently twisted my foot against him, feeling him grow hard at the sensation. "Ohhhhhhhhh," I teased, "you like that?"
He just nodded.
I watched him, sitting quietly.
Finally he spoke, "Terri, I can't even begin to tell you all the things I am feeling. My head is spinning, I've never felt this way before." He stopped, arching his back and moaning, pressing into my foot.
"Is it a good feeling David? Or a bad one?" I asked.
He regained his composure briefly as I eased my foot back, "Both Terri. It is the best and worst I have ever felt. I hate it, but I crave it. But, the thing I like the most," he paused, looking down, "is how much you like it."
"Oh, I do David. I love it, I love seeing you this way. I mean I *really* love it." I let me foot continue to work on him, "I want you to understand, you are going to feel like this all the time." I stopped for a second before telling him what I was really thinking. "David, I have to tell you, you look so cute like this, so adorable. And when I look at you all I can think about is how to make it worse. Do you understand what I am saying David?"
He was trembling, and I could see his eyes beginning to tear up a little, a sight which caused me to squirm a bit, I could feel his suffering, his aching inside me, it was growing unbearable, I slid my hand back down between my legs and leaned back, my hair brushing the back of my neck as I gently brushed my fingertip over my clit, slowly at first, then faster and harder. I could feel myself growing wetter.
"David," I cried out, "Get over here."
He came over and stood beside me.
Breathlessly, I instructed him, "Get."
"On"
"Your"
"Knees."
Eyes closed, I grabbed his head by the hair in back and shoved his face between my legs. He responded, licking me and letting his tongue slip inside my wetness. Almost instantly I was cuming, once, twice and then a thrid time, harder than I had ever cum before. I could feel his need, his hunger, his desperation with each movement of his tongue, or his lips.
He continued, gently tasting me as the feeling started to subside. As my head started to clear, I could hear a soft moaning, which turned into a whimper. I looked down and saw his cock was bigger that it had been the night before, swollen, almost purple from the strain. And then, I noticed something else.
All at once three things came together. His whimpering was growing worse. I felt a dampness on my own thighs. I looked down, seeing his mouth buried between my legs, I saw his cheeks were wet. It hit me.
He was crying.
At that moment, I felt the most powerful orgasm of my life overtake me. I held his head between my legs as I screamed. I could barely remember it at all, beyond being enveloped in a mind-numbing, earth-shaking, feeling of total and complete pleasure.
Afterward, I was covered in sweat, unable to speak. Only able to respond to his queries, "Are you all right?" by nodding with my eyes closed.
