Chapter 17: Getting a blowjob from Tera
While at camp, I grabbed Tera's hand and escorted her to the temple. I really wanted her to suck my cock.
She was a small, petite lady with a very pretty face. She had a petite form, but a very seductive smile. Her auburn-dyed hair was straight and well kept. As a Czech woman, her English was not so good.
"James, where are you taking me?" she asked, smiling.
Her English was accented, but with her words she made me want her even more. "James, you like temple? It beautiful, no?" She looked around, her eyes taking in the ancient carvings, the dim light, the cool air.
"It is beautiful," I agreed, "And it makes you want to... do things." I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out to tangle in her hair, my fingers gripping the soft, silky strands. I pulled her head back gently, my other hand cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing against her soft skin.
Tera looked up at me, her eyes wide and curious.
"What things, James?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, a gesture that sent a shiver of desire down my spine.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "Things like this," I murmured, my voice low and husky. I could feel her breath hitch, her body trembling slightly as I spoke. I knew the effect I had on her, the way my touch, my words, my presence could make her body respond with a primal, almost feral desire.
I kissed her and pressed her against the wall
, my body pinning hers in place. My mouth captured hers, my tongue invading her sweetness, exploring every crevice. Tera whimpered softly, her body melting against mine. Her small hands found their way to my muscular shoulders, clinging onto me for support.
Her body pressed against mine, her soft curves molding against my hard planes. I could feel her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her shirt, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She was aroused, and it was all because of me.
I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her delicate neck, tasting every inch of her soft skin.
Tera moaned softly, her body arching into mine, urging me on. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps, her body trembling with desire.
I reached down, my hands finding the hem of her sundress, my fingers tracing the smooth skin of her inner thigh as I slowly lifted the fabric up and over her head, revealing her naked body to the dim light of the temple.
Tera was breathtaking, her skin pale and creamy, her breasts small but perfectly shaped, her nipples dark and hard. She was a feast for my eyes, a banquet of desire laid out before me.
She flipped me around and pushed my body against the wall. I was pleasantly surprised to see her take the lead, as she looked up at me with her seductive eyes and said, "I want to taste your cock."
I was rock hard by this point, and she gently pushed me against the wall. She got down on her knees, her small, petite body kneeling before me. She looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes and licked her lips, making me even harder.
She wrapped her small hand around the base of my cock, her fingers barely able to close around my thickness. She looked up at me again, her eyes filled with desire as she gave me a slow, sensual stroke.
I groaned in pleasure, my head falling back against the wall as I looked down at her.
Tera’s eyes were locked onto mine, her gaze filled with a mixture of innocence and lust, her cheeks flushed with excitement and anticipation.
She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she leaned in, her breath hot and heavy against the sensitive skin of my cock. I could feel her warm breath, her soft tongue, as she slowly licked the length of my shaft, from base to tip.
I hissed in a breath, my hands finding their way into her silky hair, my fingers tangling in her auburn locks as I guided her head, urging her on.
The sensation of her tongue, hot and wet, as it snaked its way along my shaft, was exquisite. Every nerve in my body stood at attention, my cock throbbing with need. I could feel the roughness of her tongue, the smoothness of her lips, the suction as she took me into her mouth, inch by inch.
Her lips were
soft, warm, and inviting, like the petals of a rose, ready to bloom at the slightest touch. They parted effortlessly around my cock, surprisingly moist, as her tongue greeted my cock.
Her mouth
was warm, inviting, her tongue slick and velvety against my sensitive skin, like a silken ribbon being pulled along my shaft.
I groaned, my hips instinctively pushing forward, seeking more of that sensation. Her lips, soft and pliant, enveloped me, her tongue swirling around my tip, teasing, tasting, exploring. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Every nerve ending was alive, every muscle tensing with anticipation. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her tongue, the gentle suction of her lips. It was exquisite, overwhelming, and I found myself craving more.
Grinning mischievously, Tera removed my cock from her mouth and stuck her tongue out and lowered her face more to lick my balls, while keeping eye contact with me.
The sensation was exquisite. It felt like a warm, wet silk ribbon was being wrapped around my balls, the roughness of her tongue providing a slight friction that sent shivers of pleasure through my body. The suction from her mouth had already been incredible, but this? This was something entirely new and thrilling.
"Tera, what are you doing to me?" I groaned, my hands tightening in her hair, my hips instinctively moving closer. Her tongue felt incredible against my sensitive skin, the heat and moisture driving me wild. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building in my cock.
Tera looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of innocence and lust, her cheeks flushed. She smiled, her tongue still slipping and sliding against my balls, her lips making soft, wet noises.
"I want to taste your cum," she said, as she began to gently massage my balls with one hand, stroke my cock with the other, and assault my cock head with her tongue. The timing
and rhythm of her licks and tongue flicks were perfect, her tongue expertly navigating every inch of my cock head. The feeling of her tongue swirling over the sensitive underside of my cock head was absolutely incredible. It was like a lightning bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core, making my hips buck involuntarily.
Her hot, wet mouth felt like a furnace, my cock already engorged and throbbing, aching to explode. She took me deeper, her mouth hot and slick, her throat tight and constricting. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She took me deeper still, her nose pressing against my skin, her breath hot and rapid.
"You're so deep, Tera," I groaned, my hands still buried in her hair, my fingers tangled in her auburn locks, "I'm going to cum."
Sensing my impending orgasm, Tera
moaned softly around my cock, her eyes locked onto mine, her gaze filled with a mix of determination and anticipation. She took me deeper still, her nose pressing firmly against my skin, her breath hot and rapid. The sight of her, her petite form kneeling before me, her eyes watering, her mouth stretched wide around my cock, was utterly intoxicating. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth, her tight throat, her tongue swirling around my cock head was exquisite, overwhelming. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing with need. It was too much, too good. I couldn't hold back any longer.
I threw my head back, a guttural groan escaping my lips as I unleashed my orgasm. The sensation was electric, my cock pulsing as it released its load, the pleasure course through my body like a wildfire.
Her tongue swirled around each ball, then sucked them into her mouth. She alternated sucking and licking them, while occasionally looking up at me with her big, innocent eyes, as if asking for my approval. It was a sight to behold, and my cock throbbed in response.
"You're doing so well, Tera," I encouraged her, my voice thick with desire. "Your mouth is so warm and wet. Take my cock back in, and show me what you've learned."
Tera looked up at me again, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with determination.
She opened her mouth wide, as wide as she could, and took my cock back in. This time, she went deeper, her nose pressing against the base of my cock, her eyes watering from the effort. She tightened her lips around my shaft, creating a suction that sent shivers down my spine.
I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips beginning to move. I started to fuck her face, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the feel of me so deep in her throat. I could feel her gag reflex trying to force me out, but she fought it, her body trembling with the effort.
I watched as her throat worked around my cock, the muscles constricting and relaxing as she swallowed me down. The sensation was incredible, my cock throbbing with each bob of her head, the pressure building with every passing second.
I looked down at her, her eyes watering, her cheeks hollowed out, her lips stretched wide around my shaft. She was a vision of submission, her body trembling with the effort to please me. I could see the spit and pre-cum dripping from her chin, coating her skin in a glistening sheen. The sight of her like this, so desperate to please me, so eager to take my cock, drove me wild.
Her thumb circled the slick head of my cock, smearing a bead of pre-cum. "Ooh," she breathed, her huge Disney-princess eyes widening with genuine delight, locking onto mine with a predatory sparkle. That soft, excited sound, the way her pink tongue darted out to wet her full lower lip again, sent a jolt straight to my core.
The humid air suddenly felt electric, charged with the salt-tang of the sea and the thick, primal scent of arousal radiating from her kneeling form. “Looks like breakfast came early,” she giggled, the girlish sound absurdly at odds with the hunger in her gaze. Before I could respond, she leaned forward, her breath hot against my skin, and the world narrowed to the sensation of her warm, wet mouth closing over just the head.
Her lips formed a perfect, tight seal. Heat, wetness, and suction – pure, concentrated sensation engulfed me. A low groan ripped from my throat, unbidden, as her tongue swirled expertly, lapping at the sensitive ridge. She hummed, a vibration that traveled straight down my shaft, her hands sliding to grip the base firmly, holding me steady.
“Fuck, Lena,” I gasped, tangling one hand in her dark hair, not forcing, just feeling the thick silk of it against my knuckles. She pulled back slowly, her lips making a soft pop as she released me, leaving a glistening trail. A playful smirk danced on her swollen lips. “Tastes better than coconut water,” she murmured, her voice thick with amusement and desire. Her huge eyes, framed by long dark lashes, held mine, watching my reaction as her tongue snaked out, deliberately slow, to lick the length of my shaft from base to tip.
The deliberate tease was maddening. My hips jerked involuntarily, seeking the heat of her mouth again. “Don’t stop,” I growled, the command rough. She giggled again, that light, airy sound, then opened wide, taking me deeper this time. Her head bobbed, surprisingly efficient, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. The wet sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet grove, punctuated only by distant waves and the rustle of palm fronds.
I watched her, mesmerized: the concentration furrowing her pale brow, the way her jaw worked, the obscene stretch of her lips around my girth. Sweat beaded on her temples, trickling down her neck towards the swell of her small breasts barely concealed by the faded sarong top. One of her hands left my hip, slipping beneath the fabric to cup her own breast, her thumb rubbing over her nipple, visible as a hard point against the thin cloth.
The sight, the sensations – the hot, wet suction, the scrape of her teeth just grazing the sensitive skin, the vibration of her low moan around me – coiled the tension in my gut unbearably tight. Her other hand moved from my base to cradle my balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Stars burst behind my eyelids. “Lena… I’m gonna…” The warning was ragged, torn from a place of pure instinct.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she took me impossibly deeper, her throat muscles fluttering as she swallowed around the head, her nose pressed into my skin. Her eyes, watering slightly, looked up at me, holding my gaze with fierce, undeniable challenge. It was the surrender in them, mixed with absolute control, that shattered me. My fingers clenched in her hair as my hips thrust forward, helplessly, driving myself into that wet, welcoming heat as the climax ripped through me.
I pulsed hard into her throat, groaning her name like a prayer lost to the jungle. She swallowed convulsively, her throat working around each thick pulse, never breaking eye contact, a satisfied gleam in her tear-bright eyes. She kept sucking, gentle now, milking every last drop, her tongue lapping softly until the tremors subsided and my knees felt weak.
Slowly, achingly slowly, she pulled back, releasing me with one last, lingering lick that made me shudder. She sat back on her heels, wiping her shining lips with the back of her hand, a lazy, utterly sated smile spreading across her face. “Mmm,” she purred, tilting her head. “Definitely hit the spot.” She casually adjusted her sarong top where it had slipped, the damp spot over her nipple clearly visible.
Before I could catch my breath, before the world fully snapped back into focus – the distant murmur of the camp, the heat, the damn coconuts still hanging untouched overhead – the distinct sound of twigs snapping echoed from the direction of the beach path. Lena’s smile widened, sharp and knowing.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as her fingers closed around my shaft, the sudden pressure both startling and intensely pleasurable. Heat radiated from her palm, a stark contrast to the humid sea breeze that suddenly felt cool against my oversensitized skin. Her gaze, those enormous Disney-princess eyes, held a mixture of focused curiosity and raw hunger that made my breath hitch.
"Is this what you wanted?" Lena murmured, her voice a low, girlish whisper that somehow carried the weight of promise. She tilted her head, a loose strand of dark hair brushing against my thigh – a feather-light touch that sent a jolt straight through me. "When you kept looking? Hoping I'd just... get on my knees?"
Her thumb swiped over the swollen head, smearing the bead of moisture that had gathered there. I hissed at the contact, my hips thrusting forward involuntarily, seeking more friction.
"Christ, Lena..." The words came out strangled, my hands clenching uselessly at my sides as her touch, both tentative and knowing, ignited every nerve ending.
She didn't answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, her warm breath washing over me a split second before her lips brushed the very tip. It was the lightest, most maddening pressure – a ghost of contact that vanished almost before it registered, leaving an ache in its wake. Her eyes flicked up to mine, watching, gauging my reaction with a playful sparkle that belied the intensity of the moment. Then, slowly, deliberately, she parted those soft, full lips.
The first hot, wet slide of her mouth down my shaft was a revelation. She took me deep, far deeper than her initial tentativeness suggested she might, her tongue pressing flat against the sensitive underside.
A guttural groan ripped from my throat, my head falling back as the sensation – the tight, wet heat, the friction of her tongue, the sight of her sunk down – overwhelmed me. My hand instinctively tangled in her dark hair, not pushing, just holding, feeling the silken strands slide through my fingers. She hummed low in her throat, the vibration traveling straight into my core, making my legs tremble.
She pulled back slowly, her mouth releasing me with a soft, wet pop, leaving me achingly hard and glistening. A string of saliva connected her lower lip to my tip. She swiped it away with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving mine, heavy-lidded and dark with intent. "Tastes like salt," she whispered, a faint smile playing on her kiss-swollen lips. "And sun. And just... you."
Before I could respond, she dove down again, her movements becoming more confident, more rhythmic. She worked me with a practiced ease that spoke of genuine enjoyment, taking me deep one moment, swirling her tongue expertly around the head the next. The soft, wet sounds filled the space between the crash of waves, obscene and utterly captivating. Her free hand slid up my inner thigh, fingers grazing my balls, the touch light but electrifying.
"Fuck, that's good," I managed, my voice thick, the words punctuated by the ragged pull of my breath. The world narrowed to the feel of her mouth, the heat of the sun on my back, the scrape of sand beneath my feet. The jungle, the camp, the other survivors – all dissolved. There was only Lena, kneeling on the warm sand, and the exquisite torture of her lips and tongue.
Her pace increased, her head bobbing with firm, steady strokes. She hollowed her cheeks, creating an intense suction that pulled another ragged groan from deep in my chest. I felt the pressure building, a molten coil tightening at the base of my spine, inevitable and overwhelming. My grip tightened slightly in her hair.
"Lena... I'm close," I warned, my voice raw with the strain of holding back the tide.
Her only answer was to look up at me, those huge eyes meeting mine as she sank down to the hilt, her nose pressing into my skin. The visual, the sensation of her throat working around me, was the final trigger. The coil snapped.
My back arched as the climax tore through me, a powerful, shuddering release that left me gasping. Lena held perfectly still, her mouth a tight, wet seal, as I pulsed hard into her throat. She swallowed once, twice, her throat muscles working rhythmically against me, drawing out the intense, almost painful waves of pleasure. She swallowed everything, not a single drop escaping. The sensation of her swallowing, that deliberate, accepting pull, was almost as intense as the orgasm itself.
Finally, the tremors subsided. She eased back slowly, meticulously, her tongue sliding up the length of my softening shaft in one long, cleansing lick. She finally released me, sitting back on her heels and looking up, my spend glistening faintly on her lips before she casually licked them clean, a satisfied, almost smug little smile playing on her face as she met my dazed gaze.