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"The Tease"

Part Two:  A surprise on the 13th floor.  

By J.B. Mast


(Before we follow the rest of Steve Stone's adventure with Mary Sames, let's
revisit the final couple of paragraphs of Part One, to refresh your memory
and to inform new readers what happened last.: 

((((Bite my nipples now...my hard, big erect nipples.  Bite them. Hard.
Now!!" she cried out, almost pleading.  This time I bit one of them harder.
 She cried out, "Oh, fuck, yes!" and turned to put the other nipple in my
open mouth.   "Now bite this girl, bite!   Again!!" she cried out, almost in
a wail.  "Steven, yes, you motherfucker, yes, yes!"  Her upper body twitched
and heaved almost as if she was no longer in control of it.  She got up on
her knees, shuffled up toward my so that her pussy was just inches from my
face.  Her eyes clouded over as she looked at me and kept wailing.  Then,
just inches from my mouth, she reached down and shoved three fingers inside
her sopping vagina.  She uttered a feral sound I hadn't heard anything like
since I was in Viet Nam, like some kind of jungle bird mating scream.   

As soon as she touched her clitoris, her entire lower body spasmed, bucking
up and down, flying her legs in the air, while she roared her animalistic,
guttural sounds of climax.  

She fell to the side, utterly spent and limp.  

It was one of the most unusual orgasms I'd ever witnessed.  I was mesmerized
by what had just happened.  

Mary fell asleep almost as soon as she flopped down onto her towel.  

And what about Mr. Shaft, who had been waiting so patiently for Mary to sit
on his head and play jump up and down? ))))))  

Altogether now, new chapter:   One, and a two, and a three, ..action:  

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Mr. Shaft, as Mary loved to call it, had received absolutely none of the
orgasmic action that had taken her over the top.  And while it was one of the
most amazingexperiences of my life, the enraged prick looking  up at me from
between my legs was definitely not satisfied.  

After I looked up and down the beach to be sure no one was coming our way, I
couldn't resist reaching for my shaft.  I touched its head, tracing around
the crown with my finger, playing with my oozing precum as I looked over at
the sleeping Mary Sames.  Her body was about the sexiest thing that had ever
laid next to me.  Her red hair was thrown back over her towel, crowning her
perfect face.  I began stroking slowly, taking my time to savor her beauty.
 As I thought about her violent, almost evil orgasm and how she exploded when
I bit her titties, my cock grew more insistent.  Her tongue was so long and
snaky.  In fact, now, as she lay there sleeping with her mouth slightly open,
her long, pink tongue was laying on of her luscious lips; outside her mouth
perhaps a couple of inches, soft now, waiting.  I fantasized it was regaining
its energy, preparing to become muscular and erect again.  

This thought excited me so much I couldn't wait to come.  I wanted to come at
that moment almost as much as when I'd begged Mary to satisfy me earlier and
she had just teased me to anxiety and frustration.  Now I could do it and she
was laying right there, naked for me.  

I got up and kneeled over her, stroking my rock hard seven inches faster now.
 I cannot describe how wonderful it felt there on that beach, the hot sun all
over my body, stroking, jacking over her.  I suppose the eroticism was
enhanced by how vulnerable I was to public discovery.  

Anyone could be ambling along this beach to see me doing this.  But I didn't
care; I wanted to intensify it.   So I crouched between her legs, which were
splayed apart, her pussy was open to me, still glistening, the lips still
pouted.  Her clitoris was still swelled and had not yet retreated inside its
protective hood.  It was no longer erect, but just seeing it peeking out for
me was irresistibly exciting.  

My cock demanded more, more.  I stroked, stroked, pumped, jacked and with
each rapid up and down movement my eyes ran all over Mary's naked body.  The
breasts, the extremely long nipples jutting out from her round, firm breasts,
burnished brown by the sun.   

I could take it no longer.  I came, ejaculating all over her reclining pussy.
 I gushed, pumping hand over hand, spurt after spurt, splashing her with my
sperm.  

I had no control over the growl that rose up from my throat.  "Yes, oh,
 fuck, yes, yes...umm,..ummm....umm, fuck it, jack it, mmmmmauuu."  

Mary woke up, startled by surf splash of my cum finding its mark on her
pussy.  She had been brought back to life by my sounds of ecstasy.  

She raised up on her elbows and said, "Well, Stevy boy, I guess you and Mr.
Shaft found something to entertain you while I snoozed.  Well, well, well.  I
love it." 

"Mary, I couldn't resist.  And Mr. Shaft wouldn't take no for an answer." 
I was milking the last spermatozoon from my penis in a slow, final pumping.
 I caught the last handful of it and offered it to Mary.  "You might be
hungry after your little sleep.  Want a taste?"

She leaped up to pull my sperm laden hand and fingers into her mouth and
sucked and ate as if she were a little lamb, finding sustenance from its
mother's teats.  I could feel her long tongue inside swirl around the palm of
my hand like an awakening reptile.  She let the hot pink tip of it out to
wash her lips.  She made a little slurping sound.  

"Umm, Steve, you taste so good.  So frothy and bubbly.  Like a tonic to me.
 I can't wait for more."  Her nipples were becoming engorged again.  

"That might be a few minutes, Mary.  I must have shot a quarter a cup on you.
 God, that was great."  

Mary sat back from me, reached for her bikini and started getting back into
it.  "Well, if Mr. Shaft wants to take a break, I guess I do, too.  Come on,
Stevy, you can buy me a Mai Tai up at the beach bar."

As we trekked back across the pearl white sand toward the hotel, Mary talked.
 She told me she was 33, and lived in a hillside condo in West L.A. and
worked as an international courier for a firm called Schweitzer in Berlin
with whom she'd been employed since she graduated from UCLA.  She said she'd
lived in seven countries in the past ten years.  

"So, you're here in Hawaii on a vacation?" I asked as I continued to admire
her body.  Her breasts were so firm they hardly bounced as she walked.  Her
bikini top was so thin and tight, it could hardly contain her enormous
nipples.  

"Oh, yeah.  I'm totally burned out.  I've been in twenty cities in the past
twenty five weeks.  I just needed a break."  

"My lucky day, babe, my lucky day.  I've never had a day on the beach like
this one."  

She grabbed my hand, squeezed it, and smiled at me with those big green eyes.
 She said, "We're going to get along fine, Stevy boy.  Just you and me, alone
together in a tropical paradise."  

When we got to the bar I ordered a Mai Tai but, oddly, Mary changed her mind
and called for an exotic brand of white Tequila something I'd never heard of
before. I asked her where she'd learned of white Tequila.  She said she
discovered it in Acapulco on the recommendation of a friend from Mexico City.
 She had ordered it straight, no ice.  "Here, try it; it's like no Tequila
you've ever tasted before."  

It was indeed.  Very smooth, not like the sharp, biting taste of Tequilas I
had drunk before.  It had an unusual fragrance that made me think of the
desert.  It felt like a smooth, liquid fire drizzling down my throat.  

"White Tequila makes me loose and crazy," she said.  Then she raised the
small glass to her lips and tossed it back, draining it.  

Her eyes flashed at me and her tongue zipped out of her mouth, pointy now,
and ran around her lips.  It snapped back inside her mouth as if escaping
from the sun after a quick drink.   I've never met anyone with a reptilian
tongue and whenever she flicked it out, it left me agape.  

"Mary, you're tongue...it's so, so..

My words were cut short by a hotel waiter who tapped Mary on the shoulder to
ask, "Excuse me, but unless I'm mistaken, you're a guest of our hotel.  Mary
Sames, yes?"  

She nodded, a bit irritated by his interruption.  

"Forgive my intrusion, but I have a message from the Front Desk.  They said
it was very important."

With that, he handed her a folded note and left.  Mary read the note, inhaled
quickly in a kind of gasp, and asked me to order her another Tequilla.  I
decided to have the same.  

"Nothing serious, I hope," I said.   

"Certainly nothing I ever expected, I must say that, Stevy boy.  We're about
to have a visitor.  Ready or not."  

"Who's the visitor?"

"My sister Terri has all of a sudden decided to join me here in Hawaii.  I
haven't seen her in a year.  She lives in New York.  I didn't tell her I was
going to be here.  Nobody knows I'm here except my boss in Berlin.  How could
she know where to find me, the hotel I'd be in?  This is really weird." 

"How long before she arrives?" 

"Twenty four hours, Steve.  And since Terri's not exactly the type for three
ways, we'd better get busy, baby."  She gulped her Tequilaand signaled the
waiter for two more.  She had no trouble getting the attention of the waiter.
 He couldn't take his eyes off her.  

When he fetched the fresh Tequilas, she moved one glass over to me and we
drank them down in unison.  By the time I signed for the bill, the white fire
was re-igniting my passion for Mary.  

She led me inside the elevator and pushed the button for the 39th  floor.  We
were in the elevator alone.  As soon as it began its lift,  Mary pulled down
my swim trunks and dropped to her knees.   She started kissing my rising cock
and said, "Tequila does it to me every time.  I just have to have sex."  

"Oh, God, Mary, baby!  I want you now but don't you think this is a little
public.  I mean were in a glass elevator inside the atrium of the hotel.
 Everybody down there can see us."  

The pointed snake came out of her mouth, flicked back in and she said," Who's
going to care?  This is Hawaii, baby.  Everybody's here to have a good time."
  

Her mouth could hardly contain her extended, lizard tongue.  It shot out of
her mouth as if propelled by the Devil himself. It immediately wrapped itself
around my cock which was now hard as the marble walls of the hotel.  She made
slurping sounds as her tongue traveled up and down my shaft.  

I stood there watching her mouth me, suck me, twirl her rope like tongue
around my hard on, stunned by this sudden, unexpected pleasure.  Mary
virtually gurgled as she sucked, moving her head up and down my shaft,
alternating mouth fucks faster and slower. 

I was torn between wanting to shoot my wad into the depths of her hot mouth
and wanting it to go on forever.  Mary put her hand inside her bikini panties
and began fingering her clit.  

I had to stop the elevator if I wanted this to last.  I couldn't resist.  I
looked over the elevator panel, finally found the stop button and hit it. It
came to a stop on the 13 th floor.  The thought flashed through my mind that
hotels almost never have a 13th floor, a custom to accommodate superstitious
guests.  

I assure you that concern was only momentary because Mary was busy giving me
the best head I can remember.  As I looked down on her bobbing head.  I
couldn't help noticing a group of people looking up at the stalled elevator
from the atrium floor below.  One man was calling us to the attention of the
others.  He was pointing up at the stalled elevator.

"Oh, Mary, oh, oh, God, Mary, here it comes!  I'm going to ...to..."

I was about three seconds away from contorting into paroxysms of cumming when
Mary abruptly pulled my prick out of her mouth and squeezed the base hard and
fast to stop my orgasm.  She did this in what seemed like an instant.  

"Oh, no you don't, Stevy boy.  Not quite so fast, Mr. Fucker.  Mr. Shaft here
will have to wait a little longer to plunder Mary Sames."  She got up off her
knees and stood tall to kiss me.  She shoved her gigantic tongue so deeply
into my mouth I almost choked. 

I could feel my cock twitching involuntarily with each beat of my heart.  

I moved my head back to pull her tongue out of my mouth.  It continued to
flack at me, hungrily, as if it had been momentarily cheated. 

"Mary," I gasped as I held her in my arms, "how can you do this to me?  Bring
me up to the edge, almost over it for Christ's sake, and then drop me, stop
me, pull your wonderful mouth away from me.  How can you do this?  Please,
Mary, Mary."  

"Steve, now don't you think it's completely ridiculous for us to be fucking
around with your pants pulled down in a glass elevator of this hotel, on full
display for all those people down there?  I mean, really, Steve, I thought
you had a more sophisticated sense of decorum than that." 

She jerked my swim trunks back up my legs and crammed my now softened penis
back inside them.   

"But, Mary, you were the one who....."

She cut me off, saying, "You were the one who overwhelmed me, Steve.  I told
you what White Tequila does to me, makes me want sex and so what do you do?
 You order more and more of it until I'm out of control.  It was your fault,
Steve.  Not mine.  I can hardly walk right now, I'm all wasted, thanks to
you."

"Mary, I cannot believe you.  I just cannot..."

She pushed the Start button and the elevator kicked back into action.  As it
lifted us toward her room, she moved next to me and said, "We can't just
think of Mr. Shaft all the time, now can we, Steve?  
besides I think we should take care of a few of my needs occasionally.  Would
you mind that, Stevy boy? Here, let me put my arms around you and anyone who
looks at us will think we're just a couple of moon struck lovers.  Now, slide
your hand down inside my panties and touch it.  Oh, Steve, touch my clitty.
 She just needs a touch so bad.  Will you, Stevy?  Nobody can see, you're up
against the back of the elevator.   No one will be able to see your hand on
my wet, little clitty."

I was no longer in control of myself.  I did her bidding .  As soon as I
touched it, her clitoris began to quiver.  It felt like a hot, springy tube
of rigatoni in motion.  That was all it took.  Her lower body went into waves
of little shudders, as if she were being shocked by small jolts of
electricity.  

Then something happened  I've only read about.  

(To be continued) 

(What happened next was not unique; it does occur, although rarely.  I'll
tell you about it in the next chapter of "The Tease" if you're interested in
following along with this story.  As I hope you can see, this story has more
layers of interest than the simplistic predictable fuck stories we've all
grown far too accustomed to reading.  Comments welcome.)  














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