Page 52 of Road Refugees

Furiously I undid his belt buckle. Even through the thick denim his long, thick penis pulsated. I’d never sucked on him, but I had plenty of experience at it, and I knew I could “deep throat” him any day of the week.

Sure enough, as I released his big limb in my fist, he started sounding less arrogant. “Heaven,” he said, “are you sure about this? I don’t want you doing anything you don’t feel like.”

“Oh, I feel like it, all right,” I stated, and swallowed him whole.

His entire body stiffened as mine had. I yanked his jeans below his knees and gulped that beautiful penis. For the first time in my entire life, I wanted to. For the first time, I knew what other women felt when they wanted to pleasure a man. Those few tiny spurts of jism told me he was primed, and for the first time, I guzzled it.

It was warm, and salty, and tasted just like Town—my lover.

Remembering that he was my lover spurred me on. I gripped his cock as I sucked, my thumb stroking the thick, meaty channel that runs the underside of a man’s member. My free hand massaged his pubic bone, the juicy layer of fat that narrowed into the great root of his penis. Occasionally, as he’d done to me, my thumb would sweep down and diddle his ballsac. This made him slap his palms flat onto the pine needles, grabbing huge handfuls of the aromatic stuff.

His hips shuddered as mine had.

When I started groaning, that’s about when Town was headed assuredly for climax. I knew that the moans vibrating deep in a man’s spine gave a guarantee of a swift orgasm.

And, for the first time ever, I couldn’t wait to gobble down his jizz.

I was having a new kind of climax myself now, eyeballing his gorgeous pectorals, toned from years of lifting weights. He clutched the soil like some kind of buff he-man, every tendon and ligament standing out in sharp relief. When I took a split second break to slobber on my index finger, it was Town’s turn to cry out hoarsely.

“Don’t stop!”

I quickly swallowed his length again. With the addition of my slimy finger sliding up his hole, my sexy gold-hearted hunk was set to blast his load against my tonsils.

Until Linus and Mickey Finn decided to join in the rumble.

They flung themselves at us. I never heard or saw them coming. I looked up in time to see Linus’ back legs skating across the sinewy plane of Town’s abdominals. The two rollicking dogs immediately began their push to circle back and again attack us with their fur and noses.

I don’t think they hurt Town—there were later no scratches across his beautiful abs—but I immediately withdrew my hands and mouth from his person and sat bolt upright, angling my torso so I would catch the brunt of the fluffy assault. It was just instinct. Town was vulnerable, and it was my job to protect the meek.

We saw them coming this time. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Town shouted.

I just screamed plain old “No!”

They sailed across our bodies one more time before turning into a cyclone of teeth and ears and nails. Pine needles and cones were sucked into their whirlwind. I yanked my sports bra down to cover my boobs. It struck me I was embarrassed in front of the dogs but had been turned on at the idea of other men watching us engage.

In fact, our two roommates, who had probably been visible the entire time, were now racing toward us doing zigzags, arms out like they were rounding up hens. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” they shouted, while Town, stuffing his rigid cock back into his jeans, kept up the “Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

It was I who yanked him to his feet. We shared a look, and I knew instantly what it signified.

I had turned the tables on him. He’d been denying me a climax as a sort of game, a scintillating ploy to draw out my orgasm. What a jerk! But at the same time, I loved him more than ever for giving half a shit.

Then I had taken control. I was planning on toying with him just as badly as he’d toyed with me. What pleasure there was in control! Town, the ultimate type A, determined shitbird, was a slithering pile of limbs in my hands. I could toy and manipulate and finger, handle, and thumb him until the cows came to roost. He was utterly my slave if I kept up the stimulation.

Men were such suckers!

I really enjoyed being authoritative. I couldn’t wait to try it again.

“Fuck!” yelled Slappy, jitterbugging from foot to foot. “They completely knocked over our scorpion bowl!”

Crybaby managed to get a knee between the playful pups, but they dodged him. Separating, they ran circles around Crybaby, playing Keep Away. “Can you make another scorpion bowl, Heaven? Whoa, Linus! What’s gotten into these dogs?”

Town just stood back and laughed. “They’ve got the zoomies.”

I stood back too. It was nice seeing the critters play.

I wondered if I would torture Town all night by not letting him come.

Yeah. That sounded like a good idea.