Follow You Down (Farfalla Book 1)

by Ted Persinger

  “God, I want you now, Keiko…” I was panting and shaking. My orgasm hovered just out of reach. I wanted that one so badly.

  She rubbed the soap on her own crotch. I was so dizzy with my near climax, but I put my hand between her legs…I wanted to feel her softness. I didn’t tease her, though; I immediately put a finger inside her. I felt her gasp against my chest. She took one of my nipples in her mouth as I slid my finger into her. Then I slipped in a second. I felt her push against my hand. She was soaking wet inside…I could feel her slippery juices and I wanted them.

  “Let’s get into bed,” she gasped. We quickly finished washing ourselves, and then grabbed the thick, white towels hanging outside the shower. I was still reeling…lost in another world. As I watched her dry, I saw that beautiful, slender body and I knew I would do anything to please her. I would give her anything she wanted. I would lick and suck and finger any part of her body that would give her pleasure. I wanted her. Badly. So badly it ached.

  I felt her hand grab mine and pull me toward the bed. Once there, she slid backward onto it, and pulled me after her. Her eyes were playful yet demanding. Her beautiful breasts swayed just a little. Her soft womanhood was already opened and ready. I knew she was as turned on as I was, and I wanted what we were about to have. As I slid onto the bed, our mouths met. Her soft lips were against mine, and her tongue again entered my mouth. I pulled and sucked on that tongue so desperately, as if I wanted that tongue down my throat. My hands explored her soft skin. Her breasts, her belly, her slender legs.

  But before I could reach her womanhood, she pushed on my shoulders. She was trying to lay me down on my back. I wanted to be on her so badly that at first I resisted. But then her insistence made me surrender. I lay back. She kissed from my mouth down to my chin. Then to my neck. Her neck kisses sent tingling goose bumps down my body. I honestly had never been this wet and excited before…even with David. My breasts were throbbing, aching to be touched. But she kissed me slowly. Teasingly. When her lips brushed my nipples, I remember gasping loudly. I pulled her head, and ground her into my breasts. She sucked hard on my nipples…just to the edge of pain, and it drove me insane. But she took her time on them. First one, then the other. Her right hand teased me. She used her nails to gently scratch my stomach. Her lips then replaced her nails, and as she kissed my stomach, her nails scratched along my thighs, and played with the curly hairs between my legs. I opened my legs in anticipation. I was physically burning with tension and desire. I could feel my moisture making my bottom wet. I wanted her to take me so badly, I felt like I would scream.

  But she didn’t. As she kissed down to my mound, I expected her tongue. I wanted her tongue. I needed her tongue. But I didn’t get it. Instead, she kissed down my thigh. Down to my knee. I tried to grab her hair and pull her to me, but she slid just out of reach.

  When she reached my knee, I was almost nearing orgasm without her touch. My body was sending waves of warmth through me. I was just about able to grab those waves. So close. But not quite. My breaths were getting desperate. Frustrated pants.

  And then she slid up, and all at once she put her mouth on me. The fire between my legs erupted. She forced her tongue into me so suddenly I gasped and jerked. She licked at my wetness, then drove her tongue inside me over and over. She then slid her tongue up to my clitoris. As her tongue touched it, I exploded!

  I remember grabbing her hair and shouting out. I ground my hips into her face. Her little tongue furiously pressed against me. Hot fire roared through every nerve ending. Each wave of pleasure hit me like a hammer, and I bucked with every successive undulation. I was pushing my crotch against her mouth with each boiling breaker inside me. A grunting yell left my lips with each throb of pleasure.

  And then I was gone again. Out in space. Flying between solar systems. Far away. My body was connected to me by the slimmest of threads. I could almost not feel myself. I was away. Flying. My body was the universe.

  When I slowly drifted back, I realized I had let go of her head. She was lessening her pressure, but making sure I received all the pleasure I could get. She timed the movements of her tongue with my twitching, and even to the last it felt like I was flying freely.

  When I returned to my body, I looked down to see her smiling eyes looking up at me. Her face looked so beautiful between my legs. I saw my dark thighs, my pubic hair, her nose and sparkling dark eyes.

  And now I needed to pleasure her. I rolled up and grabbed her shoulders. I pulled her up to me. I kissed her passionately. I tasted my slippery juices on her mouth, and I knew I wanted to taste hers. We kissed so passionately. I have to say that I had never kissed a man this passionately. I had never lost myself in a kiss like I did with her. It felt like our souls intertwined. Her breasts crushed against me. Her soft thighs slid against mine. I loved the feeling of her delicate, cool skin against me.

  But I had to taste her. I had to pleasure her. I pushed her down to her back. She relented to my touch. My force. I took control of her, and she let me.

  “Yeah, honey, take me…” she gasped, and I knew she wanted to be had. She wanted me to control her and pleasure her.

  One last hard kiss, and I was on her delicate breasts. But I wasn’t nice to them. I bit her immediately. She gasped, and yelped, “Yeah, bite me, honey.” I chewed on her nipples, and she pushed them up to me. She wanted me to. As much as I wanted to be rough with her, she wanted me to be rougher. I slid down her stomach. I kissed her. I nibbled her sides, and I felt her jerk in my mouth. She was already opening her legs to me. She surrendered to me. I could smell her wetness.

  I didn’t tease her like she had teased me. I took her. I moved between her legs and I jammed my mouth down onto her. She was so wet! She was swollen and open to me. I had never tasted a woman directly before, but I knew her taste from Mark’s body.

  I slid my tongue across her, and opened her up with my lips. I pushed my tongue into her opening, and I tasted her tangy, slippery juices. I wished my tongue were a foot long so I could plumb her depths. I forced my tongue against the walls inside her. She was panting now, and her small hands were gripping my hair.

  I then slid up to her clitoris. Her breathing quickened. I felt the tension in her body. Her soft shudders moved her in my mouth. As she had done to me, I put constant pressure on her little bud, moving it under my tongue. Her shaking intensified. I kept sliding across her, and I could feel her move with the movement of my tongue. She was building. Her nails dug into my scalp. Her thighs squeezed against my ears. I looked up at her, and her eyes were locked on mine. She moved her hands up to her breasts and began to squeeze. I reached up with my right hand and took her left breast and I squeezed it roughly. Her hand cupped mine, and guided me. She was nearly there, I knew.

  She twisted under me, like a snake moving in the grass. But I kept the pressure on. I continued to slide my tongue with pressure over her. Her twitching and twisting made clitoral pressure a challenge, but I was not going to let her move away from me.

  And then she mouthed words. “Oh God…Oh God…honey, I’m gonna come on your mouth” and I felt her jerking. She relaxed for just a second, and then she shouted, “Oh fuck, yeah!” and her body began to shake violently. It was all I could do to keep the contact on her, as she was moving so forcefully. Her legs and hips were moving against me, and then away, against me, and then away. I could hear her gasping and mewling. I peeked up at her, and her eyes were completely rolled back. Her back was arched, hard. Her breasts were driving up toward the ceiling. Her mewling cry disappeared into a long exhale.

  And then she relaxed. The tension eased. The twisting stopped. She was slackened against me. I slowed my tongue down, and was only softly caressing her orally. I looked up again and she was smiling at me.

  “That was so great, honey,” she said softly. “Oh God, I came so good!”

  I said into her, “That was my first time.”

  “Well, you’re a natural. Come here and kiss me.”

  I moved
up, and our mouths met again. I could still taste myself on her, and I knew she could taste herself on me. Our tongues danced softly, rubbing against each other. Changing mouths. Her soft, delicate skin was against mine. We were both warm, and had a gleam of sweat that mixed together as we held each other. Our arms and legs intertwined.

  Keiko pulled the white duvet and sheets over us. We lay there, facing each other, breasts softly touching, kissing lightly. I felt so relaxed. So feminine. Any thoughts I had had before about this being wrong or dirty were gone. It felt so natural to have her there beside me.

  I also knew I was developing feelings for her.

  22

  We lay there kissing lightly for a few minutes, getting our breath back, and then Keiko asked me, “Do you like toys?”

  “Toys?”

  “Sex toys, silly.”

  “I’ve never used one before.”

  “Are you interested in trying one? I have a few of them.”

  It finally hit me that Keiko had already had this room, as she was already checked in and had the key. “How long have you had this room?”

  “Well, for a while. Months.”

  “You rented this room for months?”

  “Mark and I keep this room for our…adventures. Our apartment is in the Beresford, and security can be an issue there. Plus, we have to worry about what the newspapers will write about him, you know? He’s famous here in New York.” She thought for a second. “Plus, I love this hotel…The Beatles stayed here when they first arrived in the US. I love that connection to them. I’m told Paul and Ringo stayed in this room.”

  I never realized a football player would be famous. I never followed the sport myself. My father was a Knicks fan, but he never watched football. I wasn’t a Beatles fan either…I was more into folk music, which spoke to me. Folk was the music of revolution in those days. No longer, unfortunately.

  “So you keep toys here too?”

  “Sure. Toys aren’t for everyone, but if you’d like to play with them, I have a few.” She had a devilish sparkle in her eyes.

  I thought back to the room at the Trojan and the numerous toys they had there. Nowadays, most women have a vibrator at home. In 1979, though, few did, and they were hard to find even in New York City.

  “What do you have?”

  With a girlish giggle, she hopped out of bed and went to the closet. She took out an athletic bag. It had a logo: The New York Giants. She brought it back to the bed. She looked like a child opening a present on Christmas morning.

  “I like toys myself, but if you don’t like any of these it’s okay, honey,” Keiko reassured.

  Out of the bag, she pulled several rubbery dildos of different sizes and colors. She had a plug-in vibrating wand that looked like an old-fashioned massager…maybe those were always sex toys under different names. She also had a dildo that was attached to a harness. It reminded me of the one the girl had strapped on in the Trojan. She held this up and looked at me.

  “Later, I would like you to use this on me. Would that be okay?”

  “Okay,” I agreed. I knew I couldn’t say no to Keiko. I wasn’t sure, though, that I would know how to use it.

  “Good,” she smiled. “But first, let me use this vibrator on you.”

  She didn’t wait for an answer. She plugged it into the wall, and it leapt to life in her hands. Instead of putting it on me, she put her mouth on mine and began kissing me. I warmed to her kiss instantly. Her lips were so soft and sweet, and I lay back and let her kiss me, then pulled her face down against mine. We kissed for a few moments, and then I felt her move the vibrator against my belly.

  At first I was a bit nervous, so I kept my legs closed. She didn’t push. She didn’t insist. She simply laid it on top of my mound and continued to kiss me. I loved her kisses, and kissed back. She moved her mouth to my breasts, and began to suckle my nipples. As she did so, I relaxed more, and I felt my legs open just a little, then progressively more as she continued to lick and suck them. They were a bit sore from her love bites earlier, but it felt so good to have her face on them. Soon, I had opened my legs enough to let her slide the vibrator to my opening.

  This was a completely new experience for me, and at first it was overwhelming. It was just too much sensation on my already abused womanhood. I pushed her hand away a bit. She held it back a moment, and continued to nuzzle my breasts.

  But soon the toy was against me again. This time she put it lower, away from my clitoris. The warm, vibrating toy felt good, and I was becoming wet again from Keiko’s kisses and licking. At my opening, it provided enough vibration that I could feel it in my clitoris without it being overpowering. The warmth of it spread through me, and I began to get very wet. I opened my legs more, and she pressed it against my opening with more pressure. Its vibrations moved throughout me.

  I didn’t realize it at first, but she began to kiss down my belly, and soon her face was at my now swollen womanhood. She stuck her tongue out and put it against my button, and kept the pressure of the vibrator against my opening. Though it was too large to go all the way in, it did create a stretching that was pleasurable. The vibrations moved through my whole pelvic area, even rattling my pelvic bones.

  As she pressed her tongue against me, the intense warmth and vibrations and wetness began to create a sensation I had not experienced before. It was a mechanical pleasure that was unlike anything a human body could create, and it moved through me in a unique way. Not worse or better…just different. Overpowering in some ways. Not the same as a human…not warm and fleshy…but still pleasurable.

  Soon, I felt the waves hit me. But these weren’t warm, coursing waves I was used to. They were sharp, angry waves, and my nerve endings throughout my body all stood on end. The combined vaginal and clitoral pressure were so strong that I was not able to ride the pleasure waves…they rode me.

  And then it hit me. It overpowered me. It was a tsunami smashing against me. Instead of the warmth flowing through me, it flowed over me, smashing me against the rocks of my orgasm. It was pleasure, and pain, and force, and solitude. I was overcome by these smashing waves and competing pleasures. I felt myself jerk away from Keiko’s tongue and the vibrator. Yet, I continued to orgasm, and soon the sharp breakers turned warm and relaxing…my orgasm went on for a long time after the pressure was gone. I lay there, groaning as the last waves moved through me.

  I heard the vibrator turn off. Keiko was smiling at me.

  “You okay, honey?” she asked.

  “Yeah, give me a second…” I let those final waves wash through me. Finally I could speak again. “That was something I had never felt before.”

  “Intense, right?”

  “Too intense, I think.”

  “Well, it takes some getting used to. But it’s an incredible feeling, yeah?”

  “Yeah, incredible.”

  “So it was too much on your clit?”

  “Yeah, I think so…but it felt great when you pressed it lower.”

  “Yeah, that’s how I like it too. The combined pressure is overwhelming.”

  “Can I do that to you too?” I was already grabbing for the vibrator.

  “Sure!” She slid down to her back, with an impish grin and a sparkle in her eyes.

  I tried to duplicate what she had done to me, though I had never used this before. I kissed her to relax her and get her ready. When my mouth was on her breasts, her legs were open and ready. She wasn’t afraid of it. I pressed the top of the wand to her, and she grunted with pleasure. I continued to nuzzle her breasts and press it against her opening. Her hips began to move and twitch beneath me. I moved down her, and put my tongue against her clitoris.

  It was harder than I thought. The vibration of the wand and her bucking, twitching hips made it hard to keep pressure on her little nub. I kept at it though, and I felt her body moving in a rhythm. I knew she was feeling the waves inside her. She seemed to be ready for them, though, and they didn’t overpower her as they did me. She set up the rhythm a
nd went with it. Soon, she was groaning…a loud, plaintive groan. I felt her hand on my head again, and then she suddenly made a tight fist.

  When her orgasm began, she let out a loud shriek. “Oh fucking God, yes! Yes!” she shrieked. And then I could feel her body shaking and twitching. She bucked her bottom off the bed and into the air. I could keep pressure on with the vibrator, but could not hold on with my tongue. She bucked and pushed against the vibrator, and continue to shake and shout. She then started cussing again. “Oh fucking Jesus, I’m coming! Fuck, it feels so fucking good! Keep pushing it, honey…keep pushing it…” I pushed the wand against her as hard as I could. It was almost inside of her, despite its width and odd shape. She was shaking so hard, and then her hands slammed into the bed and gripped the sheets. Both hands pulled at the bottom sheet…I thought she would rip it.

  And then she relaxed, and I pulled away just enough to let her ride the waves down. She slowly, ever so slowly, drifted down from that towering orgasm. I could feel her slowly release tension, and then she was limp. She pushed my hand away.

  “That’s it, honey…I can’t take anymore.”

  I turned it off. She hooked her hand behind my neck and pulled me to her lips. I kissed her softly, and she took my tongue into her mouth, sucking it slowly.

  Though I knew she was exhausted, I wanted to give her more. I pulled up the dildo with the straps and showed it to her. She looked at it, and then at me, and she simply nodded her head. She was too breathless to say anything.

  I wasn’t sure how it worked, but I saw two leg holes, which I slid my legs into. Keiko helped me with the straps. She was still panting and felt very weak. I was wondering if I should let her get her strength back, but she wasn’t slowing me down. She tightened the straps on me, then reached into the bag. She pulled out a bottle of baby oil. She put some oil into her hand, and then rubbed it all over the dildo. It was long and thick, just a bit smaller than David’s penis.

  I looked down and saw the long, flesh-colored erection sticking out from me. I thought, this is what a man sees. It was highly erotic…the idea sent shockwaves through me. The gender-bending aspect excited me…really excited me. And that surprised me. How would I find this exciting? Yet, I did. The role reversal was immensely intriguing.