Drink not the third glass,
which thou canst not tame,
When once it is within thee.
-Herbert, George
'The Church-porch', collected in The Temple,
Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (published posthumously,1633).
We lay side by side, Daniel to my left, a loose pile of hotel linens to my right. We've had each other. We're sated for the moment, but even so, now the real fun begins. I feel the cold glass touch the lips of my pussy. Daniel lazily draws the tip of the cold
glass dildo across my slit. Teasing. Testing it's weight and my reaction. I spread my legs wider and allow him better access to my wetness. Working the small head between the folds of my pussy, the cold glass brushes my clit and the ridged head sends shivers through my body. I moan and arch into his hand, the cold glass warming as it presses against my warm skin. By the time Daniel is done teasing, the glass is warm, wet with my moisture, and slides easily into me. He idly fucks me, his thumb circling my clit, his hand enveloping me in that warm safety I only feel when he touches me.
As he plays contentedly, our kissing intensifies. I do not know if it was he that led my lips to his cock or if I sought him out myself, but soon our bodies rearrage and I am coaxing him to life, feeling him harden between my lips. I swallow him whole and he throws my leg over his head to complete the 69 position. His lips find my clit and his chin nudges my pubic bone gently. I moan into his skin, his hard cock all but silencing me. The momentum is building, lethargy is replaced with lust, with need.
I feel the harness of the glass dildo inside me again. I am writhing, pressing myself against his face, all the while struggling with the task at hand, his cock, his pleasure. Soisante-neuf can be such a difficult position to concentrate in. I grind my pussy into his face moaning loudly and for a brief instant forget his cock all together. I feel the dildo slowly slide out of me and to avoid Daniel losing one of those precious blue eyes to a rogue glass dildo, we switch places again.
Collecting the slippery glass in my hand, I turn Daniel to his stomach. Still wet with my juice I tease his anus with the warm glass. He moans, arching back to give me better access. Soon I am fucking HIM lazily, burrying my face between his legs to lick both his balls and perineum. Once again the wave of lust builds and he is ready. Too uncomfortable to be laying face down with a raging hard-on, I insert the dildo completely and he flips over, his cock immediately finding it's way to my mouth. I tease his head and swallow him whole as the hard glass filling him becomes an afterthought to me.
Obviously Daniel cannot forget the violation. His body is rigid. His hands are gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles begin to turn white. I smile to myself, enjoying his pleasure. His grip transfers to the back of my head, forcing his cock down my throat. I open to him. He is ready. Aching to come.
I remove myself from his shaft and begin to pay homage to his beautiful balls-soft and large. His hand finds its way to his cock. He strokes long and slow at first, as I attack his balls, first taking one into my wet mouth and then the other. His breath comes quicker and his stroking increases tempo as well. I pause to take in the scene. I LOVE watching him like this, being present as he enjoys himself. It's like watching live, interactive porn.
Soon his hand slows and there is the tell tale grunt of release. It's as if he stops breathing just before the moment he erupts. I watch enthralled as semen falls to his chest. He begins to relax and I cuddle into my spot under his arm. We lie still a moment, only to somehow find the strength to begin the cycle again.