I thought that Wednesday would never come, especially because I hadn't come in several days. The first two days were the worst because I could still smell the dried remnants of Mrs. Bolton's vaginal juices on my face and in my nose.
When I arrived at her house Wednesday, she was wearing a halter top and short denim jeans. Her tits filled out the halter top and it hung loosely under her tits. The jeans hugged her thick thighs. I was eager to get between them again as soon as possible, however she would let me.
Seated in her living room, we chatted about the recent storms, the political scene, and soon we ended up in her bedroom. I was naked before she had even taken off her top, and was erect and ready.
"So, Will, have you masturbated since you were here?"
"No, ma'am, you told me not to and it's been hard, but I managed to avoid doing it."
"Wonderful," she said, lightly grasping my erection. "And did the smell of my sex keep you hard for very long?"
"Yes, ma'am, all I could think about for two days was eating or fucking your cunt."
When I said the word "cunt", she released her grasp on my dick and slapped me hard across the face. I was stunned. She noticed that my dick did not wilt, and she slapped me again.
"I do NOT have a "cunt", Will," she said firmly. "I have a vagina, only a whore has a cunt."
Then she noticed my dick waving in front of her. She looked me in the eye and then slapped my dick.
"Ow!" I said, but I did not pull away from her.
"Do you LIKE having your cock slapped?" she asked. "Do you like a little pain?"
"I don't know, ma'am, your slaps just surprised me."
"Leave your hands by your side while I help you decide," she said.
She slapped my dick again, harder and I winced but did not cry out. Then she circled two fingers around the top of my scrotum and squeezed, and I gasped. She squeezed harder, and my balls ballooned up like hairy little baseballs. I winced and moaned.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you like it?"
"I'm not sure ma'am."
Suddenly she used her free hand to slap my swollen balls. I helped with pain but she did not release her grip.
"Did THAT hurt?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am, it hurt a lot."
"Do you want me to do it again?"
I don't think so, but I'm not sure."
My dick was still hard, and she slapped my balls again, twice, and harder than before. I tried to jerk away from her firm grasp because it hurt like hell, but she held on tightly.
"Well, I'll be damned," she said, "I think I see some precum."
She smeared the precum around the tip of my dick and began stroking it. I could almost ignore the pressure she was creating in my balls as she made my dick harder with her hand. But as the pleasure began to creep in, she let go of my erection and slapped my balls again from the underside, making me jump up on my toes.
"This is something we'll have to investigate some other time," she said, releasing her grip on my aching balls. "There are two things we will do today, one is my favorite means of pleasure and one is something my husband loved to do, although I did not frequently allow it. But it is something that most adult men enjoy."
I was still standing with my hands by my side, waiting for instructions. My dick had started to deflate but my balls had recovered.
"As you have learned, I like cunnilingus for a long period of time and multiple orgasms. But there were times when I just liked to tease my husband until he wanted to eat me so badly he would promise anything."
"Did he like being teased like that?" I asked.
"Oh, indeed he did. Most men loved to be teased until they beg."
