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Mick Comes Home Early

Mick Comes Home Early
One thing I’ve always enjoyed about Mick is how I can arouse him. I can bring him near the point of ejaculation without ever touching him.

One good thing about teaching lower division English at the University is that one of my classes contains members of the football team. Teaching muscle bound hunks the difference between a subject and a predicate is pure boredom, but the redeeming feature of my situation is that I’m a crotch watcher.
Talk all you want about big guys with little dicks, but some of them are really hung, and if I show a little thigh or cleavage, I get to watch the sausage lying along their left leg swell into a semi the size of my wrist. Benny is my favorite because he is the easiest to arouse.
Some days, I can get through the day without even dampening my panties. Other times, I need a sanitary napkin. You know how it is; sometimes all you can think about is a hard cock. Today is one of those days. Mick, my live-in, has been out-of-town all week, leaving me hornier than usual and spending more time studying crotches than anything else. It’s my last class for the day and halfway through, my thighs are already damp.
When I lean close to Benny and point out a run-on-sentence, his cock twitches and a nice wet spot appears at the end of the bulge in his white running shorts. I actually consider asking Benny to stay after for someone-on-one counseling. Instead, I watch poor Benny leave the room trying to hide his boner.
The instant the last student leaves, I’m out the door and heading home. My hand is under my skirt and down the front of my panties, even before I’m out of the parking lot.
Driving on-handed the eight miles home is risky, but I’m so horny, I do it anyway. I remind myself not to cum before I’m on my living room sofa. I nearly ran off the road doing that last week.
I caress slowly, one finger on each side of my clit sliding up and down in my abundant juice. Each pass of my fingers so close to the tip causes my pussy to clench, encouraging me to stroke faster. Instead, I slow down. I tantalize my nerve endings, creating something like queasiness in my loins, an ache that begs for more.
I work my skirt to my waist and my panties to mid-thigh for better access to my cunt. Spreading my legs as wide as possible, I insert one, then two fingers into my slick canal, drenching my hand with pussy juice in the process. An urgent need to taste myself takes control and I bringing my fingers to my face and suckle them.
Caught by a traffic light, I place my hand back between my legs, and take a moment to run my fingertips directly across my clit, giving it a taste of what is to come.
As I wait for the green light, I become aware of someone watching me. I look around. There are people on every side, but to my left is an attractive man smiling at me. I give my clit a few extra passes, lick my lips as though enjoying a delicacy, and return his smile.
The light turns green and I speed ahead, eager for the privacy of home, licking at the residue on my upper lip, acutely aware of the humid scent wafting up from between my legs.
Nearing my street, I can’t resist working myself with more vigor. I apply more pressure to my strokes, building my rise toward orgasm. I let it near the very edge before ceasing all contact. When the pressure to cum has subsided, I start again using three fingers in my pussy, the heel of my hand rubbing my clit, and my mouth watering for Benny’s cock. I push myself to the very brink, just as I pull into my cul-de-sac.
I park in the driveway and consider finishing myself off right there, but being so close to comfort and privacy, I stop and adjust my clothes as best I can. Then, key in hand, I stumble sex-drunk up the sidewalk.
Inside, the door clicks shut and my blouse is halfway off when hear a familiar voice. “Hey, Honey! You’re home early.”
It’s Mick. How could his coming home today have slipped my mind? Jesus, I’m such a single-minded slut about men’s dicks. With one in mind, I forget the other. But I’m happy to see my favorite cock walking toward me wearing a white robe and wet hair, fresh from the shower.
Mick comes close, kisses me, and wraps his arms around me. “Mmmm! Are you as horny as you smell?” He sniffs again. “You’ve been doing yourself again while driving, haven’t you? You smell fucking sexy.”
I laugh. “Yes, I’ll bet I do. Let me go shower.”
He holds me tight and drags me to the living room. “No, no. I’ve dreamed of your scent all week. I want you just the way you are.”
I’m dying to suck his cock, but I love masturbating for an audience. “Okay, but let me finish what I’ve started first.” I urge him to sit.
He leans back on the couch and shuffles his robe from his shoulders.
One thing I’ve always enjoyed about Mick is how I can arouse him. I can bring him near the point of ejaculation without ever touching him. Having that kind of power over a man is thrilling, and I become every bit as aroused as he is.
Standing in front of him, I undress slowly. He is already erect — a nice size — perhaps a little larger than average. I want him even harder, if possible.
Mick fondles himself. “No, sweetheart. Don’t touch yourself; just watch me make myself cum.”
He groans but complies.
After stripping off my panties, I wipe my pussy with them, saturating them again, before tossing them to Mick. “Here, amuse yourself, but don’t touch your cock.”
With both hands between my thighs, I watch this sexy man, twice my size, writhe and sniff my panties, filling his lungs with my scent, becoming frantic with need.
Feeling my lust grow with his, I touch my breasts, teasing the already hard points, increasing the swelling between my legs.
Wetting my fingers in my cunt juice, I tweak my clit and let my left hand alternate between my two needy nipples.
Simultaneously, working my two most sensitive spots, my eyes glued to Mick’s throbbing cock, I sense my orgasm build to the breaking point.
To keep from falling when my orgasm hits, I drop to a squat, spreading my pussy for Mick’s eyes. I move both hands to my cunt, working and probing with vigor until my orgasm explodes, collapsing me in a heap at Mick’s feet.
I want another, but with Mick’s cock so close at hand, I take a breath and crawl between his knees.
Mick is still inhaling through my panties, eyes glazed, his mind immersed in some private fantasy.
When my hand touches his shaft, his entire body jerks, and his eyes seek mine, begging for attention. I breathe his scent, smelling of body wash. He is drenched in precum. The slick stuff mats the hair around his genitals, leaks over his ball sack, and seeps into the crack of his ass. His balls have drawn tight against his body. I squeeze them and he moans.
Taking his length to the back of my mouth, I work him with my hands, mouth, and tongue. He is about to cum. I want to taste him. I want to feel his hot sperm spurt from his loins onto my tongue, fill my mouth, then overflow onto his belly.
“No! Not yet.” He pulls my head away. “I need to taste you first.” Drawing me bodily onto the sofa, he kneels before me, spreads my knees, and licks my inner thighs. Then, looking into my eyes, he takes a deep breath and sighs, “My God, how I’ve missed this.” Sticking his face in my pussy, he laps like a hungry puppy.
In almost no time, I feel the first trembles of another orgasm.
Mick is an expert cunt eater. He seems to know just how far to take me without pushing me past the point of no return.
I let him do as he will and he brings me to the edge three times. On the fourth, he pushes me over the edge.
I’m still gathering myself when he shoves his cock in me all the way to the balls. He pounds into me quick and hard, showing me no mercy, sending me into the throes of another orgasm.
Quickly straddling my hips with his knees, he offers his cock straight from my pussy.
He has done this before, and I’m ready. I close my mouth around him just as the first hot jet strikes the back of my mouth, startling me. I flinch and the second spurt hits me in the face. Recovering, I close my mouth over the erupting geyser and capture the rest on my tongue.
Squeezing his balls, I give Mick’s cock one strong suck, back off and swallow.