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"The Tease" Part Three


By JB Mast


To refresh your memory, Part Two ended with our two lovers, Steve Stone and
Mary Sames, with their arms around each other in a glass elevator, sliding up
the inside of the atrium in a large hotel on Sunset Beach, Oahu, Hawaii: 

"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 . I stood in front
of her to hide her as much as possible to shield her from the view of the
people looking up from the atrium below.  She pulled her bikini bottom down
and I cupped her pussy mound with my hand and then moved one finger to her
clitoris.  As soon as I touched it, her hot little button began to quiver.
 It was fully erect, like a tube of rigatoni in motion.  One touch 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. 

Part Three begins here:   

She leaned back against the wall of the elevator, pushed her pelvis forward
and ejaculated.  Her throbbing, pulsating vagina erupted a stream of golden
liquid from her pussy, not once but perhaps five or six times.  It was not
urine, I assure you, but it had a strong odor, a fragrance perfumed with a
mixture of spicy musk and primordial sex.  With each convulsion of her hips,
the lips of her vagina gushed forth another stream, splashing to the floor of
the elevator.  

As she came, Mary grunted, first low and guttural, then she began to scream
in a high pitched, eerie scream.  Every muscle in her body locked up and then
released in unison as she disgorged the fluid.  

Finally, she fell into my arms like jelly, soft and formless.  "Steve, oh
Steve, fuck, oh fuck," she gasped and panted as if she'd just finished
running a 10K. 

 "I've only done that once before in my life, Steve.  God, it was amazing,
what an incredible release, baby.  Oh, thank you, Stevy, thank you.  I'm
totally drained.  Will you carry me, Steve?  My legs are too weak to walk to
the room." 

The elevator opened on the thirteenth floor and I carried her to her room.
 She said, "God, after that I'm so hot and sticky I need a quick shower.
 Wait for me, Steve, I'll be all fresh for you again in a couple of minutes."

As Mary got into the shower I sat there thinking about what had just happened
in the elevator.  I recalled reading stories about women ejaculating in
medical research journals I'd seen.  Apparently it happens, but very few
women experience it and they do not do it consistently.  

I've certainly had plenty of experience with women having orgasms.  But
nothing even remotely resembling what Mary had just done.  My hardon returned
as I thought about watching that exotic liquid erupt from Mary's pussy.  I
couldn't wait to take her when she finished showering.  

I took off my trunks and started stroking my rising cock.  

The phone rang four times and stopped as I was playing with my prick.  A few
seconds later, the red message light began flashing on the phone.   It drew
my attention to an unusual looking metal suitcase setting near the bed.  It
was open and I could see a thick stack of foreign currency sticking out of
it.  Normally this would have peaked my curiosity but for the moment my cock
was very hard and I could think of nothing but fucking Mary Sames. 

She came out of the bathroom nude, drying her hair with a towel.  "You
couldn't wait, huh, Stevy boy?  Man, I love watching you do that.  Keep
stroking for me, will you?  God, look how big and round the head of it gets;
like a purple mushroom. Mr. Shaft is standing up straight and tall for us
now, isn't he, baby?"

"Mary, fuck me.  I need to fuck you," I pleaded with her as I continued to
run my fingers up and down my shaft, now perfectly vertical.   "After what
happened in the elevator, I need to do a little gushing of my own, you know,
sweetie?"

She looked at me with a pixilated expression and said, "You know what my
pussy has just been through, Steve.   It deserves a rest; I think you can
understand that.  But I have an idea Mr. Shaft there will like just as well
as my overworked little cunt." 

With that she moved closer to my chair, turned her back to me and bent over.
 She moved her gorgeous, tight, round ass inches from my face and pulled her
delicate cheeks apart.  Then she began moving her ass in slow, small circles.
 Her anus was small, tight, a rosy hue, with no pubic hair around it.  It was
like a little mouth with natural lipstick, puckering there before me,
tantalizing Mr. Shaft.  Mary began to purr. 

 

Clutching my cock, I started to get up out of the chair to sink Mr. Shaft
deep inside Mary's chute.  Just as I did, she stood up, turned around and
continued her game.  "Oh, poor Mr. Shaft.  Does he want something, Stevy?" 

 "Mary, don't do this to me again, I beg you."

"Did Mr. Shaft enjoy looking though Mary's back door, Steve?  Does Big Mr.
Shaft want to crawl inside Mary's little back shaft, is that it, Stevy boy?"

"Mary, I need you now?  I continued jacking because, odd as it may seem, her
cockteasing didn't seem to make me frustrated or mad, it just enflamed my
desire.  It made me want sex with her even more. 

"Mary, turn around for me.  Let me fuck your sweet ass."  

She gave head of my prick a quick kiss, then raised up and looked deep in my
eyes with a devilish smile.  "Maybe Mr. Shaft would like a little sucky
mouth, huh, Steve?" 

I decided to play along with her game, as I continued to play with my cock.
 "Mr. Shaft wants to mine the golden hole behind you, Mary, he wants it now."
 

She turned around, bent over again and said, "But Mary wants her Stevy to
lick her little rose first.  Than Mary will give Mr. Shaft his treat.  Ok?" 

I dropped to my knees as Mary spread her cheeks apart for me.  I grabbed her
ass with my hands and ran my tongue up her slit.  When her puckered little
anus felt the tip of my tongue, it responded instantly. It was as soft as an
anemone, and like that sea creature, it began to open slightly as I licked
it. 

Just as I was about to try to mount her, the phone began to ring.  Almost at
the same instant someone began knocking at the door.  I heard a man's voice
say, "Miss Sames. Excuse me, Miss Sames, are you there?"  

It startled Mary.  Her anus squeezed shut and she bolted straight up.  She
grabbed a beach wrap and threw it around her shoulders as she moved toward
the door.  

I wanted to keep jack myself off, to gush off after all my sex play with
Mary's beautiful butt.  I gave it a couple of quick strokes as she spoke to
the man on the other side of the door, without opening it.  "Yes, what is
it?"  

"You have a visitor, Miss Sames.  Your sister is in the lobby.  She tried
phoning you but couldn't get an answer and asked me for your room number.  We
never reveal our guests' room numbers without permission but I told her I'd
see if you were in your room." 

"Thank you.  Please tell my sister to wait for me in the bar.  I'll be down
as soon as I'm dressed.  I just got out of the shower."  

"Very well, Miss Sames, in the bar then.  I'll let her know."  

Mary turned to me and asked, "How could she possibly know what hotel I'd be
staying in? I can't understand this, Steve."  

By this time, the rude interruption of the hotelman at the door had murdered
my hardon. 

"For Christ sake, Steve, would you stop jacking off?  We have a crisis here.
 My sister's waiting for me in the bar.  I haven't seen her in a year and I
don't want to see her now.  And all you can do is sit there and play with
yourself!"  

My cock had fallen to the side, limp.  "Mary, I have to ask you something.
 Do you do this to all your lovers?  You're treating me like a Bitch Goddess.
You're driving me out of my mind.  We get just about close enough for me to
come and all of a sudden and you decide to take care of yourself or tease me
and play games. What about me, Mary? When do I get to come?" 

"Oh, Steve, you're acting like a teenager with blue balls.  Get hold of
yourself.  Help me deal with this, will you.  I think I might be in for some
trouble?"  

She went over to the steel suitcase and raised the lid to stuff the pile of
bills back inside it.  The suitcase was completely filled with cash.  She
slammed it closed and twirled the combination lock with a flick of her
fingers.  

"Steve, don't leave me alone.  Wait for me while I get dressed and then I'll
go up to your room with you while you throw on some clothes.  I want you to
go with me to meet my sister, ok, Steve?"  

Mary seemed frightened so I told her I'd go along with her.  

As I waited for her to dress, I wanted a cigarette.  I remembered seeing a
pack of cigarettes laying on her towel at the beach.  As I opened her purse
to find it,  a deadly looking, polished steel revolver fell out and onto the
floor in front of my feet.    





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