Was she angling for me to take her to bed?"I'll wait until I get home to eat. Thanks anyway," I said, thinking that if she didn't go make herself some...hing to eat it was a sign that she wanted to fuck."Are you sure? It won't be any trouble to make you something," she said, standing there dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, no bra, no panties.I made up my mind. Quickly, I took two steps toward her. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" No, I don't, Sammy. I told you, we're not going to do that any. "She pursed her lips and blew on the tip of John's cock. Something—it felt like a smoke ring or bubble of energy, yet tangible—rolled down the outside of John's shaft. It settled at the root and cinched tight, choking off John's premature orgasm before it even started. Dammed, the pleasure backed up and cascaded through John's writhing body."You don't come until I say you can come," Daphne said, her voice as soft and as authoritative as an old-fashioned schoolmistress.Her warm lips enclosed the. ‘What ever did you do to him? He wept like a raped nun when I asked him how his first fuck had been.’ ‘Oh, dear. I … I do not know what to say.’ Michel tipped her chin up so that she had to look at him. ‘Are you blaming yourself? Tsk, tsk, cherie. You made a boy into a man last night. Such a wondrous transformation, better than any the alchemists of old could have wished for. Not lead into gold, but boy into man.’ ‘He did not wish it.’ ‘But he did. Some part of him – and I warrant you know. I found the tent I was looking for. (Yes, I basically decided to hijack my friends tent for a few hours.)I opened it up and let the girl go in first, watching the view of her ass disappear into the tent with the dim light of headlights. I got in after her and quickly shut the tent, and almost immediately our lips were locked yet again, our drunken bodies lying down as I pulled her full body on top.As our tongues danced, my hands made their way under her t-shirt and found their way to her bra.