More Stories to Make You Blush (9 page)

“Alas, that would've been too simple. A few days later Eve and I were getting ready to go out with friends. I hadn't tried anything for a few nights; I was too afraid of another excruciating failure. But that night I really meant to get things back to normal, and my companion gave every indication of thinking likewise. I watched her get dressed, full of lust, noting that she wasn't wearing anything under her short skirt. She put on her high-heeled sandals. I didn't really want to go out any more, but she convinced me to be patient.

“On that note we left the house. For the entire evening all I could think about was her exposed pussy under her skirt, beneath the table. How many times did I try to slip my hand between her legs under the table? Eve let me do as I liked, but at a certain point she closed her thighs and gave me my hand back. Once I managed to touch her and felt that delicious wetness on my fingers.

“To my great delight I finally felt some movement in my crotch. That little caress must have awakened my lazy member. You can imagine how proud I was! I tried to tell Eve. I took her hand and guided it over my pant leg to my lap. But what bad luck! Just at the moment when her hand got there … pfft! … like a stupid balloon deflating. Still she must have felt the last vibrations of my erection, because she smiled at me and signaled that she wanted to leave soon. But the evening went on and on. The conversation was more or less interesting, the jokes were more or less funny, but there we were hours later, still sitting at that damn table. I was losing patience and getting bored. I'd almost forgotten Eve's skirt, I was trying so hard to stifle my yawns. When we were finally able to leave all I could think about was sleep. But my companion had other things in mind. When we got home I had barely gotten in the door when she lunged at me, kissing me greedily. Sleep? Who needed sleep? She pushed me into the bedroom, rubbing herself against me, kneading my buttocks and back. She slid her thigh between my legs impatiently. When her hand moved down my belly to my crotch and there was nothing happening, she said we'd just have to try something else.

“After lighting the two candles on our bedside tables, she turned on the radio. She had me lie down on the bed, then climbed up and started dancing over me. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, grasped her breasts and freed them from her bra, caressing them, and even licked them, thanks to some kind of neck gymnastics. Touching herself roughly, she made her dark nipples stand up. They seemed to be looking at me, waiting for me to act. Pulling up her skirt, she opened her legs so I could admire her glossy pussy and smell its sweet perfume from where I lay.

“She took off her shoes and spreading her legs even more, slid her hand between her thighs, continuing the caress I had started a few hours earlier. I lay there not moving, taking in the show. She came a little closer, put one foot on my chest and the other on the pillows. Her pussy was directly above my face so I could see every fold, but was too far to touch her. Her legs prevented me from moving, and that's exactly what she wanted!

“I watched with fascination as her finger slid inside, coming out wet and gleaming. I was waiting for a drip of her juice to fall on my face so I could taste it at last, but she made me wait. Her finger started working harder on her pulsing sex. I could feel she was ready to come, but she didn't. Instead, she straightened up and went to get an oval-shaped crystal flask with a rounded end.

“Again standing over my face, she slid the flask inside her. It went in easily, as if it had been made just for her. I knew her very well and reached my hand up to her mound, searching with my finger for the little bump that would make her cry out with pleasure.

“Seeing the flask sliding in and out, quicker and deeper, my finger finally found the spot and rubbed it gently. Eve was panting, on the verge of orgasm. I looked at her tenderly, dying to replace that vial with my member, but she gave me no chance. Grinding her pelvis so my finger moved more quickly over her, she finally came, spilling her pleasure onto my face.”

“Even just talking about it drives me wild. Did it work for you?”

“Patience, I'm getting there. I could now see what lay ahead. Unlike some other women, Eve had to be penetrated with force to make her orgasm complete.

“Impatient and out of breath, she tried to take off my pants. Her hands were shaky and she couldn't undo the buttons, so she begged me to help her. Except, I knew she wasn't going to find what she was looking for so desperately—not for the moment, anyway. I had to do something, fast. To put off the moment of truth I offered to make her come again. I tried to get her down on the bed, pretending to attack her with my wet tongue. I finally managed to convince her, and turned her over on her back, buried my face between her wet thighs, and started—with skill and savoir faire—to draw her back into the delights of the flesh. I also wanted my cock to react, to do the thing it had been “trained” to do, but to no avail. I tasted Eve's pussy and she seemed to like that. Her nails raked my back and her thighs gripped my head. All of a sudden I got an inspiration, an idea that would surely provoke the desired reaction from my organ. I said to Eve, ‘Talk to me, tell me what you feel.'

‘I'm on fire; I'm flowing like a waterfall!' she said. ‘All I need is your big cock to fill me up! I'm going to come, I'm coming!'

“As if by magic my cock finally reacted. Shy at first, it finally stood up with pride. I hurried to undo my pants. I looked at it, the old familiar friend, ready for action. But just at the moment when its head brushed against Eve's thigh, the bugger did it again. It collapsed. I was devastated. I tried to hide it from my companion, but in vain. She saw its sorry state at almost the same moment as me. She sat up, wrapping herself up in the wrinkled sheet, and went into the living room. Despite my apologies she was convinced I was seeing someone else.”

“Typical,” commented the bartender.

“Yeah. I told her it wasn't true and that I was just as concerned as she was about the situation. She didn't know how to react. She didn't want to get mad, but couldn't help it. She decided to go to bed, leaving me alone in the living room to chain-smoke a whole pack of cigarettes, asking myself over and over, ‘Why me? Why now?' I hadn't changed anything in my routine. I wasn't more stressed or anxious than usual. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, and I was desperate. Finally, I fell asleep on the sofa, tossing and turning all night. At daybreak I saw that my stupid dick was just as flaccid as the day before. Even my incomparable, legendary, morning hard-ons had disappeared. I had to find a solution! Maybe one of my friends had been through this before? I was in a hurry to find out.”

“And I suppose they told you it'd never happened to them?”

“Exactly! And that just made it worse! It was like I was attacking their manhood by asking. But meanwhile, there I was; I'd put myself out on a limb and bared my soul. They all said they made love almost every day. The rare time ‘it' happened was because of their wives or girlfriends! They said maybe Eve just wasn't doing it for me any more. When I told them that wasn't the problem, they told me I should still look elsewhere, without cheating necessarily—maybe a strip bar, or X-rated movies … anything! They told me I should treat myself to a big helping of whatever made me hard.

“That suggestion sounded as good as any other, so on my way home that evening I stopped by the video store. Before I met Eve I liked films where a leatherclad dominatrix worked some poor guy over and reduced him to the state of an object. I'd always been excited by the idea of an Amazon with a whip and bright-red lipstick jerking me off until I cried out for mercy. I chose a DVD that looked pretty close to that fantasy, and went home with a bounce in my step.

“When I got in Eve met me wearing a little lace teddy and holding two glasses of wine. She led me to the sofa and sat down next to me. She apologized for her reaction the day before, and asked me if there was anything she could do to help me get over my ‘problem.' I showed her the DVD and told her my plan. Without a word she went into the bedroom and came out a few minutes later wearing a leatherette bikini, tall high-heeled boots, and carrying two leather belts. She tied my hands with one of the belts and put the DVD into the DVD player.

“The film was everything I wanted it to be. A tall brunette threatened a powerless man with her whip, ordered him to lick her boots and then her sex, or else she'd flagellate him. Eve did the same. She knelt down over my mouth and forced me to lick her with my head turned so I could still see what was happening on the screen. The tall brunette forced one of her large breasts into the man's mouth, which Eve also did, almost suffocating me. After a few minutes of this the man on the screen, fully erect, had his pants torn off. The woman stroked him, softly at first, then wrapped her whip around the man's stiff member. Her saliva dripped down the whip handle, her lipstick leaving long red streaks.

“Eve took hold of my limp prick and started playing with it. With her expert mouth, she sucked, shook, and licked it. She did it so well I felt a shock of electricity run through my cock. Encouraged, she sucked me harder, caressing herself at the same time so I wouldn't suffer alone. I admired her round buttocks, her spread thighs, her lips wrapped around my member. What a sight! The bikini top barely held in her breasts, which rubbed against my hip. On the screen the man's face was crushed as the cruel beauty sucked him in by force. His prick was huge, but still the woman took him all the way down her throat. When finally the man came, covering the woman's face with jism, I felt my cock wilt. Eve raised her head, disappointed. I turned away in embarrassment.”

My new friend was silent for a moment before he exclaimed:

“I can't believe it, you were really blocked-stiff; pardon the expression.”

“That's okay. I guess it's appropriate. Anyhow, Eve carried on as undiscouraged as ever. The next day we tried going to a strip club. Eve knew that not so long ago I used to go regularly with my buddies. This time she swallowed her pride and accompanied me. The bar was pretty much the same as others of its kind. We sat down by the little stage and admired the dancing beauties. One of them, while performing some fairly suggestive dance steps, took off her panties, which landed on my shoulder. Eve smiled at me, amused. The girl danced in front of me for a few moments, and my companion signaled for her to come closer. She handed her a bill, which the girl slipped into her g-string. She had huge breasts, a tiny waist, round hips, and very long legs. Her hair was pinned up, and she wore nothing but a g-string, a little bra, and red shoes with very high heels. She brought her stool over to where we were sitting and started dancing for us, looking us right in the eyes. Her strip went slowly, to the rhythm of the music. Stretching luxuriously like a cat, she turned so I could admire the curves of her buttocks. Then she turned to face me again, so close that the tips of her generous breasts almost tickled my nose. It was all I could do to prevent myself from sticking my tongue out. She slipped her hands over the curves of her body, and finally unpinned her hair, which tumbled down her back. Meanwhile Eve was murmuring in my ear. She wanted to know if I liked the girl, if I'd like it if she came and joined us. Imagine! She asked me if a little threesome would excite me, if I'd like to see her with the other woman; she suggested we invite her. Seeing that her words were having an effect, she added more detail. She said I could take the dancer from behind while she stroked her. After that we could switch.

“When the song ended Eve gave the dancer another bill and continued. She said she thought the girl had very nice breasts and that she would like to touch them. She said she'd never done anything like that, and that I would have to teach her. Or else, I could have the other woman to myself and she would just watch. My night with Simone came back to me, and I felt my cock give a little jolt. My brain was on fire with all these possibilities. I saw myself with these two beauties, taking them one after the other, and them giving me a little head in between.

“The other song was coming to an end; I'd had enough of the dancer. All I wanted was to take Eve as roughly as possible. My orgy days were over, but that didn't mean I couldn't have my way with my girlfriend! Taking Eve by the hand, I dragged her into the car. I was planning to have her on the backseat, then and there. We had left the car on a side street, in a parking lot that I knew was quite dark. I opened the back door and nudged a fully consenting Eve in front of me. Closing the door behind me, I freed her breasts and started biting them lightly, then groped under her dress looking for her pussy, which, yet again, was free and unencumbered by any sort of garment. I didn't want to take the chance of waiting or making a false move. I undid my pants as fast as I could and stretched out on top of her, then almost burst into tears! No sooner had I pulled ‘it' out of my pants than it went soft again.”

“I can't believe it!” said the bartender. “Listen, you're starting to really worry me, after all that you've tried! Did it get better or not?”

“Let me go on. After this latest catastrophe, as you can imagine, I was completely at a loss. Eve comforted me as well as she could, but nothing worked. I didn't know what to do. When we got home I poured myself a double scotch, then another, and went to bed.

“Monday morning, when I left my tender companion, nothing whatsoever had changed. I was in a pathetic state. At the office, around 1 p.m., my secretary informed me that a Miss Lyndon wished to see me. Miss Lyndon? I didn't know any Miss Lyndon. I told my secretary to show her to my office. I barely recognized her at first, though she often wore this kind of clothing: fitted suit, satin blouse, high heels, silk stockings. But her face was hidden by a huge hat trimmed with a little veil. She looked like she'd walked straight out of
Paris Vogue
, or some other fashion magazine. The secretary retreated and Eve slammed the door shut. I looked at her in astonishment. She said she'd been in the neighborhood and thought she'd stop in to see me. She crossed her legs, which pulled her skirt up on her thighs, exposing the rim of her stockings. I was mesmerized by this leg clad in silk like a second skin. She was wearing a garter belt the same color as her stockings, and playfully pulled at the garters. Putting her leg up and planting the heel of her shoe on my desk, she revealed that she had truly adopted the habit of wearing no underwear. I swallowed painfully, understanding where all this was leading. She picked up a pen lying on my desk and slid it under the silky rim of her stockings, showing me how easy it would be to remove them. Then the pen started playing in the very short hairs of her sex, then circled around the fleshy lips. The tip disappeared for a few moments, then reappeared, wet and shiny. She absentmindedly licked the end of the pen and asked me if her seduction attempt was working. I looked at my lap and was overjoyed to see a little bulge. I gave her a mischievous little smile. She smiled back, and before I could do anything she got on top of my desk, pulling her skirt up around her waist. She got down on her hands and knees and thrust her gleaming crotch in my face. Confronted with such exhibitionism, I picked up a little cylinder-shaped trophy from my desk and inserted it slowly inside her. Her sex was at eye level and I could see every fold as I watched the object go in and out of her, growing shiny with her love juice. I started going faster. Eve moaned and her hand went down to meet the trophy, moving on the tender head of her famished pussy. I watched her pleasure, almost hypnotized by the metal object sliding in and out of her. I was so absorbed that at first I didn't notice my full erection. When I finally got so hard I couldn't miss it, I brought Eve down from on top of the desk. I turned her around, pushed her facedown over the wooden surface, and grabbed her tightly. I rubbed myself against her divine body, preparing to conquer her.”