Please note that in this, this chapter, I have resumed using the 1st person singular rather than the 3rd as has been the case previously. I came to dislike the way my storytelling was working out and returned to the format used in Sensualist I.
I hope the change is not too bothersome to you, the reader. PW
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Chapter 9
Fucking Nikita – then Nina & Her Friend
Well it was quite a week for me, with my sessions with Winnie and then Nikita on Tuesday and then prepping for a swimming meet with the University of Tennessee at home on Saturday. I did rather well during the swimming competition; winning the 100 freestyle and helping the relay team win the 400. In fact, both the men's and women's swimming teams beat Tennessee by a lot. As for our diving teams, well the men lost in what amounted to a very close competition, and the women won, with Kimmie taking three firsts in leading the girls to victory.
To my surprise, the coaches gave me two tickets to that night's football game between Georgia and Tennessee. I know that several other members of the swimming and diving team received similar prizes, but I didn't go with them, instead I invited Nikita, who was delighted at the invitation. I didn't see any of the team members sitting near us at the game, which the Bulldogs won, 32 to 17, putting them in the top five nationally.
Nikita, a rabid Georgia fan, invited me in after I'd driven her home
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Arggh," I gasped. "Ohhh fuck! Ugh, fuck yeah ... Ugh, yeah!"
I was naked, Nikita fully dressed; her hand a blur as she knelt in front of me and pumped my cock. I reached out to hold on to something, to steady myself against the explosion that was building, but the dining table was just out of reach. I looked down, but didn't dream of grabbing her head–-not at that point. Nikita kept on pumping, holding to a steady rhythm, her eyes fixed on the task at hand.
"I love cocks," she cooed. "I love watching guys show their cocks off." She had a fit a giggling before regaining some control, and added, "I once had two guys duel with them over who got to fuck me first."
I made my cock jerk in her hand and she giggled. "Make it really hard for me. I want to feel it swell up."
"I'm already close, Nik, you want to take longer, I recommend slowing down."
"No can do. You can get hard again. I'm not stopping, or slowing down like you want."
Nikita's lips curled in a tight smile as she tightened her grip and increased her speed. She looked up, her hand not slacking the pace one iota as my balls tightened and my hips started to jerk.
"No," I grunted. "No. . . no!"
She licked her lips as her hand slithered down the saliva coated skin of my shaft to the very base, and then eased back up.
"Mmmm!" Nikita couldn't help the little moan of delight as she watched my facial expressions change with almost every stroke. Her fingers uncurled and repositioned themselves slowly, she was enjoying the show I was putting on for her. I groaned and she quickly gave my dick several slow, firm strokes.
"Does that hurt?" She inquired.
"Nope, not at all; in fact, it feels wonderful. It would hurt if you pulled the foreskin down to fast. As you must have noticed I'm not circumcised."
"Oh, I've noticed. I haven't had many of those in my mouth, or in my hand for that matter. There's definitely something special about them."
Nikita's free hand went between my legs and cupped my testicles. "I'm going to shave them one day," she promised.
"I don't know about that, Nikita."
"Castration complex, Donald?"
"I'm not sure. I don't like the idea of a razor anywhere close to my genitals, so maybe I do have a complex. I think down deep every guy does."
My breathing was suddenly labored and distracted. I tried changing the subject. "Do you want me to cum on you?"
Nikita licked her lips without thinking. "Please don't cum yet. I want to keep jerking you off a little longer. Its great fun you know."
I nodded my agreement. Holding off wasn't a problem for me. I had practiced self-control on Denise's advice and after several weeks of practicing, was able to manage quite well. I've gotten much better over time to the point that my control impressed most of the women I used it on.
Nikita began stroking me with renewed vigor; soon she was grunting from the effort and came to a halt.
"How the fuck do you manage to go so fucking fast for so long when you jerk off?"
"Practice," I said with a straight face. "Want me to finish up?"
"Oh, no! I can handle it. Just give me a sec ... you know, to catch my breath."
She resumed masturbating me, but I held off cumming, and waited until she tired before suggestion we try something else.
Nikita wet her lips and asked where I wanted to put it.
"I'd say, doggy-style, with you holding on to the headboard."
"I'm fully dressed, Donald."
"Doesn't matter as long as you're not wearing pantyhose."
"You know I don't," she said, slightly peeved at my mentioning the possibility.