Too Much Of A Good Thing Ch 01

Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess.

Chapter I: A Match Made in Heaven.

I met Angel at a party and we hit it off immediately. If I'd known right then she was a retired porno actress I may have had second thoughts. Not that I've anything against porn, but it's a question of performance! Never could figure how the guys last so long in the

‘face’ of such extreme provocation. So I guess I'd have been afraid I would not match up if I'd known. So it's a good thing I didn't know and as it turned out.....well, that's the subject of the story!

We went on to my place right after the party and did not waste any time getting down to it. A brief period of exploration and we soon discovered the cement that kept us together thereafter. A good ‘relationship' it is said, should not rely only on sexual compatibility. Maybe not, and maybe there were other factors that an inexperienced bachelor with one failed marriage already behind him did not recognize. However, it probably sounds awful, but we’re being honest here so I have to say that the reason I was attached to Angel was, well, pure and simple, the sex! Angel, it turned out, just loved to give head --- well pardon me for the phrase, which does her artistry scant justice. More correctly, Angel was an oral sex fanatic who came truly to life only when her mouth and jaws were working on a cock. My cock! Lucky me! And since there's very little in life, if anything, that I enjoy more than having a naked, nubile female's mouth clamped around my dick, we were a match for each other made in heaven.

Of course we did other things too, and it was at first quite difficult for me to accept that of all the things I did to her, nothing did as much for Angel as having my cock in her mouth. She let me lick and suck her, and we fucked in all the standard positions (and some non-standard ones), but I never could get her off this way and she never did come with me except by sucking my cock. After a while, I just accepted this and gave up trying to please Angel in other ways.

Angel ran a boutique across town and I had my job at the office downtown so we never considered living together. Ours was strictly a weekend relationship Angel had a place out in the country, high on a hill with a swimming pool/patio overlooking the bay when one could see, but not be seen. We spent glorious weekends up there and I swear, Angel took my dick in her mouth the moment I walked through the door Friday night and practically kept it there until it was time to head back down to town Sunday. Pure Elysium!

And my fears that I would not be able to `match up' turned out to be quite groundless. Whether by natural inclination, or because of Angel's incredible technique (I mean, porno actresses who can't suck dick probably don't last too long in the job!), it seemed I could hold out essentially as long as I wanted to. Maybe in an entire weekend I would come twice, or maybe three times. One weekend, I recall, I lasted through to the final hour, succumbing only to the most extreme provocation (and as you can imagine in pints!). I discovered that in general ‘coming’ was not really the object of Angel’s art. It brought release, to be sure, and an incredible, if momentary feeling, but it also reduced the length of time when I was ‘almost coming’, when my dick was a pleasure center from which glorious sensation radiated out to bathe my whole body and set it aflame. I can’t describe the feeling as I lay there hour after hour engulfed in this sensation, watching in awe as that incredible mouth with its pink tongue, full lips and white, even teeth played with, coaxed, teased, worked and even tortured my all too willing dick.

She would begin slowly with a lot of licking and much attention to my balls and ball sack. She'd often ignore my cock entirely and lick and suck my balls so long I'd practically want to scream. But somehow she always knew where the barrier was, and just when I was thinking that if she didn't move up soon I'd have to grab her head and help her, that pink tongue would dart out flicking along the underside of the shaft, and, looking up at me with that wicked glint in her eye, she'd bathe my cock deep in her

saliva drenched mouth, eliciting a deep guttural, inadvertent groan from me. She'd keep this going for a while until I was rock hard and breathing even harder, and then suddenly it would be back to the ball bag, massaging gently, loosening up my balls so she could take them individually in her mouth. She'd alternate between gentle massage of my ball bag and sucking each ball ever harder, almost spitting it out to switch to the other one. Through this cycle she would take me over and over again, each time working my cock and my balls more and more fiercely.

She would begin to bring her teeth into play, allowing my balls to brush against them as she disgorged them, nipping at my ball bag to loosen it up and digging in her finger nails. Brief moments of pain that became ever sharper enhanced the overwhelming sense of pleasure that spread throughout me.

During this initial phase there was little evidence that Angel herself was especially aroused. She seemed wholly devoted to my pleasure, or rather, to preparing me for what was to come. We would generally be outside, with me lying spread-eagled on a chaise longue by the pool and Angel kneeling, bent over with her head between my legs. All I could see was her long, black shining hair hanging down obscuring her face as she switched from one side to the other. This phase could go on for any length of time, for as long as it took for Angel's nipples to begin to harden and her areola to swell around them. It could take hours to reach this point, but she never hurried or tried to force the pace, and I just followed along, going with the flow.

I am not by nature a lazy guy, and, to the extent that I had previously had a chance to test out my predilections, I had always thought of myself as a ‘giver’ rather than a ‘given’. But there was something undeniably appealing about lying back in sun on a chaise longue and being attended to in such handsome a fashion by a truly beautiful woman! I have to confess, her focus on pleasing me was flattering, and when I found out that she was also pleasing herself, the edge of guilt --- that somehow I should be doing more to please her ---- melted away. Truly, however one-sided it may have appeared, her pleasure was at least as great as mine.

As her level of excitement rose, Angel would rotate her body more towards me so I could see her pink nipple tips and her flat stomach, and could stretch my hand around to stroke her labia. By this time she would be moist, and I very seldom needed to help her along by wetting my finger with saliva. I would stroke backwards and forwards along her crack and edging ever close into her vagina. I could tell how much activity Angela wanted both by the angle at which she set her body and by the attention she was giving my cock and balls. If her body was so set that it was a little awkward to finger her, then she was not quite ready, so I went very slowly, circling her vaginal lips gently. If her body was arched and she moved against my finger then I knew it was time to finger massage her more earnestly. I would slip my finger in and out of her vagina and begin to stroke her clitoral hood, and rub my finger tips across it.

She was now working my cock in earnest. She would place her fingers beneath my ball bag, raising it up so my balls were stretched tight against the outer base of my shaft, and her thumb would close over the inner base so that my cock was directed vertically upwards to be taken into her head. Slowly, she would begin to fuck me with her mouth, engulfing ever more of my cock on each down stroke. At the bottom of the stroke she would pause and suck gently before releasing and moving up to tongue the tip. Then the down stroke! I felt her excitement increase as the juices started to flow and with the help

of my too willing finger her entire vaginal area became liquid.

As the pace quickened, and I would begin to worry seriously about how to keep control of my own release, she would suddenly stop and raise her head and move up to kiss me passionately on the lips. My hand between her thighs was liquid with her juices, all my fingers were active. Her breathing quickened, her pulse began to race. I thrust first two then three fingers inside her. She pushed back against my wrist, and, when the time came, would sit vertically upwards and fuck my hand until a throaty drawn-out utterance announced her orgasm. She would remain, eyes closed, teeth clenched, body arched

rigid, squeezing on my fingers with her vaginal walls until gradually the sensations subsided and I felt her stiffened nipples in the soft flesh of her breasts on my stomach as she collapsed on top of me, her head on my chest.

Well I know what you're thinking! Fine for her, but I must have been left as frustrated as hell, right? Well, wrong! By this point, we had been going for at least three hours and my little gentleman, pardon the phrase, was only too glad of a break! But he rarely got too much of one! When she had recovered from her orgasm, Angel was all too ready for phase III! So just as the pressure in my balls was beginning to convert to an ache, she would grab me by the hand and in we would go to where the big bed was liberally sprinkled with dildos, vibrators and what have you, and where the big screen TV was already primed to show the latest ‘hit’ from the San Fernando valley!

Usually, Angel chose to go with the `eggs', two metal ellipsoids that I inserted into her still highly lubricated vagina. To keep them from falling out, I next inserted a short dildo which had a head that opened out inside, rather like an old-fashioned light bulb, so that a minimum of pressure of the outer vaginal walls kept it in place. The dildo pushed the eggs deep into Angel’s cunt, expanding it and pressing against the cervix. A wire attached to the ellipsoids emerged from the side of the dildo and ran down to the transformer by the bed. Attached to this were three metal crocodile clips, one of whose teeth was soon firmly clamped around the hood of Angel's clitoris. I attached the other two clips to her nipples and then lay back on the bed with the control in my hand. It was time to get down to business in earnest!

Angel was poised above me in a 69 position, except that her vagina was stimulated not by my mouth and tongue, but by the two eggs which squirmed around in their confinement, and her clitoris and nipples were soon subject to the tingling of a small electric current that passed through the clamps, via the eggs, and which I controlled by ramping the rheostat along the slider.

The first time Angel showed me this apparatus I confess to having been very dubious. But I'll try anything once and the results were so impressive all opposition melted away instantly. Now facing my feet, Angel was able to attack my cock from a new angle, which she did with gusto and in a way that I could myself control via the level at which I held the rheostat. The current made the eggs in Angel's vagina vibrate against each other and the vaginal walls, and caused a sharp, but highly pleasurable sensation in her nipples and clitoris.

Angel held onto the base of my shaft much as before, but now her sucking took on a new urgency. She would glide her mouth down the shaft, suck in her cheeks and hold, and on the backstroke she would allow her teeth to scrape the full length of my cock, ending at the head. You would think, wouldn't you, that such treatment would make you come more or less immediately, but the trick is that the hours of head your cock has already taken have dulled the nerve ends so that they require ever more stimulation to get to the same point. This is how it's possible to keep going and eventually to get through an entire session without losing control. And in case you think I'm boasting, the longest I had ever held out until I met Angel was a few short minutes! Angel taught me the tricks of the trade, learned on the job! Well let’s hear it for the trade, is all I can say!

So Angel and I remain locked in a 69, with the eggs buzzing away in her vagina, her body bucking slightly as the electricity conducted by the clips coursed into her, and with her mouth, tongue and teeth working my cock ever longer, harder and more vehemently. As the pressure builds up for her next orgasm, she remains longer and longer in the ‘deep throat’ position and her teeth clamp down harder and harder on the flesh at the base of my cock. Pain and pleasure, pleasure through pain --- it's hard to describe the sensation, either you’ve been there, or you’ve not!

After we have been going some time Angel begins to embark on what is a continuous series of orgasms. I feel them with her through the pressure her mouth and teeth exert on my dick. When the first wave hits her, she bites viciously down and holds hard before releasing. She repeats this on subsequent waves, but each time with lesser force, so that if I survive the first assault, so to speak, I will probably survive the entire orgasm and live to experience another! If I do, my entire cock is lined with teeth marks that I can see clearly when Angel releases. I am amazed that so much pain is pleasurable, but --- well as I say, either you’ve been there or you’ve not.

Now I am in control. I can shut down the rheostat and allow my hard worked cock respite, and Angel her post orgasmic collapse, or I can crank it up, urging her on immediately to begin working on a new orgasm.

And so it goes on, and on and on..... until finally I can hold on no longer and the fluid that has been building up seemingly for aeons inside of me finds its release, shooting out of me and swilling into Angel's mouth, to ooze gradually down back down the length of my cock like the lava from a volcanic eruption.

D’you see what I mean when I say that, truly, this was a match made in heaven!