Unlocking Teresa's Kinks

Like a lot of the best stuff in life, it just happened out of the blue. I wasn’t looking for it, I sure as hell wasn’t expecting it; it was just one of those things.

I ran into an old buddy from high school on the street one day. While we were shooting the shit, he mentioned they were trying to put together a class reunion. I told him to keep me in the loop, and sure enough, after a while, they got the whole thing organized.

The night rolled around, and we all started trickling in: hugs, laughs, trying to figure out who was who. I ended up in a group of four—the ones who had all gone to the same college, so we had a bit more in common and were more comfortable around each other. After a few beers and some small talk while we waited for everyone to show, we moved to the dinner table. Those little groups kinda stuck when it came time to sit down, and that’s when Teresa officially entered the picture for the night. We were in different little cliques that had formed, but we ended up sitting right next to each other, since we were at the ends of our respective groups. We’d said a quick “hi” earlier with everyone else, but now we had a chance to actually talk. And damn, we just clicked. We had a ton in common, shared a lot of the same tastes—obviously not everything—and a similar sense of humor. We just got more and more comfortable talking, and even though we were all chatting in the same general area, Teresa and I kept having these long, private conversations.

After dinner, the plan was to grab drinks at a bar nearby, and Teresa and I kept doing our own thing, just the two of us. The truth is, besides the crazy chemistry, I found her super hot and sexy. The conversation slowly started drifting toward more personal, intimate stuff; I guess the drinks were helping loosen us up. We talked about being single and those needs and horny urges that pop up when you have no one to help you out with them, since neither of us was seeing anyone at the time.

Teresa started telling me that a lot of her relationships never really get off the ground because of what she’s into in bed. From what she said, she doesn’t really get off on penetration; what really turns her on is jerking a guy off, watching him cum, and then having him eat her out until she comes.

As she was telling me all this, I started getting seriously turned on, and my dick got hard right there. She wasn’t stupid, she totally noticed. She gave me this sly look and asked me something like if I thought I could be cool with her kinks. I told her, “Hell yeah, sex isn’t all about sticking it in, you know?” “Isn’t that the truth?” Teresa said with a smile. “So, what do you say we put it into practice? Looks like the equipment is already ready to go,” she said, pointing at the obvious bulge in my pants.

Within minutes, we had ditched the group and were on our way to her place, which was just a few blocks away.

When we got to her apartment, we didn’t wait; we were both turned on and ready to go. Teresa said, “Take it out. I’ve been dying to see what was causing that lump.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out for Teresa. It wasn’t fully hard anymore, but it was still pretty thick.

Teresa looked at my cock. “Looks like we need to get this party started again,” she said with a little laugh, and at the same time, she reached out her hand and started jerking me off, super slow, taking her time, using her hand to slide my foreskin up and down, uncovering the head. In less than a minute, I was rock hard again, leaking pre-cum like crazy.

“Damn, what a fat head, Sergio,” Teresa said, seeing and feeling my dick get to its full size. “Are you a heavy cummer?” she asked with a mischievous look, not stopping her strokes.

“When the time comes, you can decide for yourself,” I told her with a sly, knowing smile.

“Mmm, well let’s make that time come right now,” Teresa said, and she started getting undressed right in front of me.

She had a killer body. She was slim, with these perfect, perky tits, her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat little triangle, and her pussy was completely waxed. I was undressing at the same time, just watching her, getting even more turned on by the delicious sight.

“Come to my bedroom,” she told me, walking ahead of me, swaying her hips, letting me get a glimpse of her pussy with every step because of how plump it was and the slight gap between her thighs.

She sat on the bed, totally suggestive with her legs open, fingering herself with one hand while she gestured for me to sit next to her with the other. Of course, I did, and right away Teresa went back to jerking me off, slowly wrapping her hand around the shaft of my cock. With her thumb, she was stimulating my frenulum, which made me leak like a faucet.

“What delicious pre-cum, Sergio. I’m gonna milk you dry,” Teresa told me, and then she leaned in and gave a long lick right up the slit of my urethra. That drove me wild. I let out a moan, and my dick got even harder in her hand.

Without a word, Teresa switched hands and started stroking me with the one she’d been using to touch her pussy. It was wet with her juices, which mixed with mine and made her hand glide smoothly up and down my shaft. She moved her hand up and down while making these little circular motions that were driving me insane; she kept fingering herself with her other hand.

Teresa stopped jerking me off and leaned in to lick the entire length of my dick, following the veins with her tongue. “What a delicious taste we make together,” she told me, looking right at me while she kept licking, cleaning my entire cock of the mixture of her wetness and mine.

She just stared at my dick. “It looks like you’re gonna give me one hell of a fireworks show, Sergio,” Teresa said, and then she spit on the shaft and head and started jerking me off again, this time with both hands. The palms of her hands were on either side of my shaft, and she moved them up and down, up and down, up and down… driving me crazy with the sensations.

I warned her that I was getting close. “Wait, not yet,” Teresa said, stopping the handjob and pinching the base of my cock between her index and middle finger, squeezing while her hand pressed down on my pubic bone. She held it like that for several seconds; my dick kept throbbing, but Teresa managed to keep me from blowing my load.

“Mmmmm, Sergio, we’re almost at what we talked about,” Teresa said, and with her other hand she cupped the head of my cock and started stroking my frenulum and the tip with her thumb, moving it in soft circles, sliding gently, helped by my pre-cum which was flowing like a fountain. With the fingers pinching the base of my cock, she controlled my spasms, but even so, I felt like I was about to explode from how her thumb was stimulating me.

“I think the grand finale is getting close,” I told Teresa, when I started to feel there was no turning back. My dick was tensed up like crazy, and I could even feel the cum rising, looking for a way out from all the sensations Teresa was giving me with her expert hands.

“Fuck, Sergio, yes, give it all to me. I need to feel it and see it,” Teresa said, while one of her hands went back to fingering herself and with the other she gently held my dick with just two fingers. With just those two fingers, she pulled my foreskin all the way down, making my frenulum stretch to the max, and that was the final sensation that made me explode. I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through my whole body; I couldn’t stop panting, and I was saying, “Take it all, Teresa, look what you’ve done,” and I let loose the first spurt of cum, then the second, the third; with each shot, my dick got even tighter. The first 4 or 5 shots came out with so much force, they splattered on my stomach, the sheets, and the rug.

Teresa kept holding my cock, looking with a face of surprise and pure lust as I emptied my balls for her. The last 3 or 4 spurts came out with less force and just dribbled down my dick, making a mess of Teresa’s hand. She didn’t say anything, she just watched as I came for her.

She started moving her hand up and down again, gently, gliding through my cum that was dripping down. She moved her hand up and down in semi-circles, squeezing the swollen head with her fingers as she went up.

“I want every last drop, I want it all, Sergio,” Teresa said as she squeezed and milked me dry.

My body was totally relaxed, but I was still panting. Teresa’s hand was driving me wild, and it drove me even wilder when she started licking me again—my dick, my pubic bone, my stomach—cleaning up everything I had shot out earlier. She did it without a word, never breaking eye contact, looking at me with pure desire the whole time. When she was done, she said, “There, all clean. No more evidence of that delicious fireworks show you promised me. Now it’s my turn.”

“Now you give me a finale that’s just as good as yours,” Teresa said, as she sat up, spread her legs, and used the fingers of both hands to spread open the lips of her pussy.

Naturally, I got down to business with pleasure, but I guess I’ll have to tell that part of the story next time.