This chapter picks up right at the conclusion of Ch. 13 so I recommend you read that one first. As usual, please rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort
Waves of pleasure coursed through Paul's body, emanating first from his cock, then flowing through what felt like every cell in his body.
He was naked, lying on his back in the sand, and Jasmine was riding him, undulating her body sexily, squeezing him, the way she did when she really wanted to drive him crazy.
He loved the feeling of her warm, wet pussy embracing him. He felt so close to her. So connected.
It made him want to cum so much.
He lifted his head to look at her. She was slowly circling her hips, her eyes closed and her mouth open.
She looked so beautiful.
Paul closed his eyes. How lucky I am, he thought. To have found a woman who loves me as much as I love her. And who loves the same things as me. Making love on the beach. Giving yourself over to complete sexual pleasure. Enjoying life to the fullest.
"I'm gonna cum again," she moaned. "Cum with me this time. I love it when we cum together."
He loved that too. He felt so in love with her when they came together.
He lifted his head to take another look at her. The woman he loved, moving sensually on top of him.
But it wasn't Jasmine. It was Jessica.
And they weren't on a beach. They were in her gazebo. On a yoga mat.
She was straddling him, in a yoga squat, raising and lowering herself on his rock hard cock.
She was completely naked, with her big breasts and protruding nipples looking utterly amazing.
She was taking him deep, bottoming out with his big cock buried inside her.
"Let the nectar of yoni and lingam become one!" she cried.
Her body was shaking, the way it did when she was on the verge of cumming.
Paul closed his eyes and gulped. He was gonna cum too. Any second now.
He held her by the hips, pressing his pelvis upward, into her wetness. She cried out in ecstasy.
He opened his eyes again.
It wasn't Jessica.
It was Chelsea, kneeling between his legs, her mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing her head and stroking him with both hands.
He looked around. They were on Jasmine's bed.
Not in the gazebo. Not on the beach. In Jasmine's bedroom.
He'd been asleep, dreaming.
Chelsea must've been giving him a blow job while he was asleep.
Twenty minutes earlier...
Chelsea came down the stairs of Jessica's house in Atherton and found Jasmine preparing breakfast.
"Morning." Chelsea said, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.
"Hey you, how'd you sleep?"
"Great. Whatcha doin'?"
"Just making some breakfast. Granola with fruit and yogurt. And some fresh-squeezed OJ. Sound ok?"
"Sounds great. Where's Paul?"
"Still asleep. I should go get him though. Do you wanna take over making the juice?"
"Uh, you look like you're on a roll. Why don't I go wake up Paul?"
"OK. Tell him breakfast in fifteen. And don't let him go back to sleep!"
Chelsea nodded and went outside, walking to the Jasmine's cottage.
She got to the door and knocked softly. There was no answer. She opened the door and peered inside. She could see Paul lying in bed.
He was fast asleep.
He was on his back, half-covered by a top sheet, his tanned body in stark contrast with the white cotton.
She looked at his face, resting peacefully on a pillow. His brown curly hair and cupid bow lips. His muscular arms and broad shoulders.
She stood there for a moment, just looking at him, then moved closer, to shake him awake.
She noticed the sheet near his crotch had a long ridge.
Did he have a hard-on?
She moved to the bedside, looking closer.
He sure did. And not a little one. A really big one.
A tingling sensation shot through her body.
She thought about the fact she was leaving that morning to go back to her parents. And how Jasmine would be gone for a whole month in France.
This could be my last chance to practice on Paul. Maybe, forever.
She let out a sigh. Then, she reached down and took the corner of the sheet between her thumb and index finger.
Ever so slowly, she pulled back the sheet.
She bit her lower lip as she watched the rest of his naked body slowly appear. His chiseled abs. His flat stomach. His impressive cock.
She gasped. She'd never seen anything more beautiful.
She remembered Jasmine's love lesson. About surprising your man with a blow job while he's asleep.
I bet he'd love that.
She climbed softly on the bed, slowly moving on her hands and knees, so as not to wake him. He was lying with one arm by his head and the other by his side, his long legs spread.
She knelt between his legs. His cock looked so delicious.
She slowly leaned down, opened her mouth, and using her tongue, guided the head of his cock between her lips.
It was warm and salty.
She began to slowly lick him, barely touching him at all, her tongue sliding over his silky skin.
She remembered what Jasmine had taught her about the tender underside of a man's cockhead. How sensitive it was. How Paul really liked being touched there.
She began softly lapping at his frenulum, with her lips brushing softly against his cock head.
Paul started to moan and twitch. He was still asleep, and seemed to be dreaming. He began rocking his pelvis, like he was making love to someone.
What if he's dreaming about me? No, he's probably thinking about Jasmine. And that's okay. That's how it should be.
She could feel him getting more and more excited. His cock was getting bigger. And harder. He was moaning louder too, muttering things she couldn't quite make out.
She used two hands to softly stand his cock up. She was amazed by how long and hard he was.
With her face above him, her mouth could more easily encircle his cock head.
She started swirling her tongue around and around his swollen head. With lots of saliva. The way Jasmine taught her.
He was really moaning now, his body writhing.
She began to softly stroke him, her mouth and hands moving in unison, up and down his shaft.
From where she was kneeling, she could watch his face, gauging his every reaction.
With her knees together, and her hands wrapped around his cock, it was like she was praying. Praying at the altar of his cock.
And why not? In a way, I do worship his cock. The only cock I've ever known. For the unbelievable pleasure it's given me.
She began to suck him harder, reaching down with one hand to cup his balls.
Suddenly, his eyes blinked open.
Chelsea watched him waking up. Coming to his senses. She lifted her mouth off his cock, gasping.
"Cum in my mouth," she said, breathily. "I wanna taste your cum."
Then she went back to sucking him, hungrily.
Paul could hardly believe what he was seeing. This was reality, yet it was as surreal as a dream.
First, he dreamt he was making love with Jasmine on a beach.
Then he was with Jessica, during one of their nude yoga sessions.
And now he was with Chelsea. And she was sucking him. So good. Looking at him with big, beautiful eyes.
He was moaning and groaning, as turned on as Chelsea had ever seen him.
He reached down with two hands and gently touched her face.
"I love what you're doing to me," he whispered. "It feels so good."
She was bobbing her head, her mouth and her hands moving in unison. Stroking and sucking him.
She wasn't deep throating him, she was swirling her tongue around and around the head of his cock.
And it felt unbelievably good.
He gently lifted her face until she released him. Then he slowly pressed the head of his cock against her bee-stung lips until he popped inside.
She knew immediately what he wanted. She wetted her lips and made them full and soft. As if they were the softest, wettest, tightest pussy in the world.
And then she let him fuck her lips.
He pressed his pelvis upward, penetrating her mouth as if he were entering her pussy. Over and over again.
It felt so good he began to moan loudly.
And so did she.
She was imagining his big cock fucking her pussy that first time. When he took her virginity. When he spread her pink pussy lips and pushed inside her. Filling her. Making her cry out with pleasure.
