\”Don\’t tell me you can cum from your breasts being licked alone.\”
How do you answer that, when that is just what happened? Of course, the tone accompanying that comment was primarily smug, knowing, and with just a touch of envy. So, I felt no need to offer any response.
Despite still recovering from his two-week (now three-week) cold, SwingBot was feeling frisky on Sunday night. He suggested some strap-on play. I thought that sounded like a good idea, but doubted that he truly would be ready for a toy large enough. Wanting to avoid harm, I selected a small inflatable toy, so he could have something that entered and exited easily, but could achieve the desired feeling of fullness. After some oral and manual stimulation on his cock to help the toy enter his ass, I opted to climb aboard for a ride.
Then tragedy struck. We were enjoying ourselves, but there was a slip. I was lucky, not getting harmed (having been bruised or torn by similar instances in the past). SwingBot was not so fortunate; his erection was viciously bent by the miss-hit.
Much later, when he was recovered enough to not just be curled in fetal position, he snidely reminded me that my call for safe play results in his harm. \”No, bondage might hurt your arm.\” {tear} \”No, we might hurt you with strap-on sex.\” {snap}
Monday night, I came to bed tired. SwingBot was recovered from Sunday\’s mishap and feeling playful again. He decided to test how tired I was by snuggling over to my side of the bed, exposing my chest, and licking one breast. My response of moaning and writing indicated that I was not too tired. His mouth and tongue felt wonderful; he switched to my other breast to give it similar treatment and I was soon cumming. After I calmed a bit, he made the above remark.
He was feeling quite playful, apparently. From my breasts, he progressed to my fingers, testing their responsiveness. He showed off his deep-throating skills, letting my fingertips press the back of his throat, but it was the licking of the fingertips and the skin between the fingers that got me… much like on my toes, where he focused next. We lay on our sides, and I was able to reach his cock and start sucking on it. He again changed focus, driving me wild with cunnilingus. I do not recall whether we tried him on top or not, but we did eventually switch to me on top, which let me ride his tongue while I played with his cock.
I finally felt bold enough to dare riding his cock again. Obviously, the previous night\’s bend was not bothering him anymore, so I slid on and successfully accomplished the ride I had attempted before. This one concluded, incident-free, and we collapsed cheerfully.