Edge of Extasy: X is for Xanthe Part One Read Online Free PDF Page A

firmly clasped around him. Then without warning I
released him.
    ‘No! Please!’ He was so close. That fine
line between pleasure and disappointment. He almost knew how it
felt!
    ‘What if I do this?’ Lowering my head, I
stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his now solid penis
from its base to the head. His sharp intake of breath indicated
that he was powerless: he was fully in my control.
    Drawing back, I paused to observe his face.
His eyes were closed momentarily and his jaw clenched as he strove
to prolong his pleasure. I also took the chance to study his cock.
It was quite impressive, of decent length with a slight bend. The
circumference was notable. Clenched by my hand, I wondered what it
would feel like if that was my pussy wrapped around it instead.
    ‘Please! Don’t stop!’ he pleaded
interrupting my thoughts about fucking.
    I could feel the realisation hitting from a
mile away: this is what he had done to me! He had got me thinking
about real sex again and not just the simulated variety. How dare
the Professor do that to me! I was supposed to be teaching him a
lesson, not the other way around!
    With that I rubbed my finger in the first of
the pre-cum to appear from his penis head. I provocatively rubbed
the same fingertip around the areola of my left breast, waiting for
his response.
    ‘Let me fuck you. Sit on my lap. Go –
on.’
    The more rasped his speech grew, the more I
knew he was on the brink. I wanted to take him as close to the edge
as I could and have him find out what it was like not to conclude
things naturally. I wanted him to experience the same as he had
done to me the night before. I wanted him to beg.
    My attention returned to his cock. I noticed
how as it stiffened it had straightened somewhat. I stroked the
shaft with my hands. Bringing my head closer to his erectness, I
rubbed its end with my face. Tracing its neat rim with my jawline
and my chin and each cheek, I looked up seductively to see if he
was paying attention. I wanted to see how close he was to
begging.
    His eyes were open and staring down at me. A
wild look of desire was unmistakably written in his expression.
Knowing he was that close to climaxing gave me greater confidence
to tease him just that little extra. As I licked the tip of my
tongue around the perimeter of his hard rod, he began to wriggle in
his seat. I opened my mouth wider so I could use more tongue in my
efforts to force him to beg.
    Enthusiastically licking at the rounded head
as if it was a delicious ice cream cone, I suddenly left him lift
his hips. All at once that tasty cock head was in my mouth. It was
not what I had planned at all. But it felt good. He still had no
control, I reasoned with my amorous brain. He wanted to touch,
kiss, suck and fuck me. Instead, I was sucking him. He had no power
or control in the situation. I would let him cum, but only because
he was giving me my first taste of cock in over a year.
    I quickly realised that I was enjoying
tasting him very much and felt very turned on by the feel of him
driving his pole further into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and found
I was able to accommodate him more deeply than any man I had ever
gone down on before. Soon I felt a gently gagging feeling at the
back of my throat and went to work bobbing my head up and down on
his hard member. I listened as his breathing became laboured and
intermingled with groans.
    ‘Oh…argh….God!’
    I tightened my lips around his shaft as I
now moved back and forth along his length, keeping in rhythm with
his gentle hip thrusts. It was not long before I felt the warm
spray hit the back of my throat. His juice quickly began to spread
around what little space remained in my crowded mouth. Swallowing
some, I drew my head back releasing his softening cock from my
mouth.
    Looking directly at him, I took a lick of
two fingers from both of my hands, covering my fingertips with his
warm cum. I ran my fingers around my areolas once more, flicking at
my