Page 61 of Perverted Fantasies

I had no doubt she was right, but right now I couldn’t imagine life without Amber, let alone with a regular girl. But there was no reason to go there, not now. Better to just enjoy things.

She bent over at the waist, leaning in towards me. Her mouth next to my ear, she whispered, “Your hour starts now,” and gave my rapidly hardening dick a little squeeze. “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes, big boy.”

The clock on the cable box said 1:43PM.

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I had my first close call at 1:48.

We’d started off slowly, with a still fully-dressed (as skimpily as that may be) Amber sitting on my lap while we made out.

It quickly escalated though, with Amber slipping her tits out of her bra and sticking them in my face while slowly starting to dry hump my rapidly hardening cock. Before I knew what had happened, she had undone my zipper and slipped her panties to the side and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it inside her pussy and started to work it, slowly but surely, riding the length of my cock in slow, measured strokes, our faces inches apart, her eyes locked onto mine, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth, her tongue periodically flicking out and exploring the inside of my mouth, her breath—hot and sweet smelling, like cinnamon—growing more and more labored along with mine.

It felt so good that I quickly forgot the objective of the exercise until it was almost too late. It wasn’t until I was right at the point of entering the home stretch when I somehow remembered.

I grabbed her hips and lifted her off my cock and quickly slid out from under her and hopped to my feet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and waited for the moment to pass.

When I opened them again Amber was looking at me from the couch. She was lying on her side and she was playing with her pussy. She was wearing an evil little smile.

“That’s not fair,” I said.

“Why, whatever do you mean?” she asked in a mock innocent voice.

“I mean how am I supposed to last an hour with you doing things like that?”

“You didn’t think we were going to just sit here and talk, did you?”

“No, but—” I trailed off, not sure what I thought. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it up to that point.

“Anyone can avoid having an orgasm by not having sex,” Amber said. “There’s no challenge in that. You have to earn your reward.” She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, opening herself up to me. She hooked her left arm around her left leg, pinning it back. She was still working her pussy with her right hand. “But if you can figure out a way to not make me miss having you inside me, you might be able to get away with it.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Oh, I’m sure you can figure something out,” she said, pulling her fingers out of her pussy and sticking them in her mouth.

Laughing under my breath, I shook my head in mock consternation, dropped to my knees, and made my way towards her.

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I made it another 20 minutes before I almost came again.

I’d had my face buried in Amber’s pussy pretty much the entire time since the last close call, alternating between licking and sucking, sticking my tongue inside her for a little while, then my fingers, varying pressure and intensity based on her feedback, trying to mix it up enough to keep her happy, thereby lessening the chances of an accidental orgasm. And I was successful. I still didn’t feel like I had a good idea of what to do down there, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working. Based on the sounds coming from her mouth and more importantly, the state of wetness of her pussy, Amber was clearly into it. So far there was no hint from her that she was ready for something different.

Unfortunately for me, I was.

Her pussy was so invitingly wet and my dick was so irresistibly hard that I just couldn’t resist sticking it in her. Just a taste, I told myself, nowhere near enough to put myself near the edge of cumming. A few pumps and then I’d pull back out, just enough to relieve a little bit of the pressure.

Of course it didn’t work out like I’d planned. Things rarely did.

I pulled my face out from between her legs, sat up a bit, edged my hips in closer, grabbed a hold of my cock, and slid it inside her pussy. Amber gasped and looked up at me, smiling and nodding her head.

“You like that?” I said. Her attitude starting to rub off on me just a bit.

“I fucking love it,” she said.

I worked my cock inside her, trying to take things slow but having trouble because she was so ridiculously wet. Without consciously meaning to, I started to speed things up, pumping my hips faster and faster. Amber wasn’t helping things, having thrown her right leg up over my shoulder and using it for leverage to move her body against mine.

I had to put a stop to that. It was hard enough to keep myself from cumming when I had total control; I had no chance if I let Amber dictate anything. So I quickly pulled out and flopped down on the opposite side of the couch, putting a little distance between us to help me resist the temptation.

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