by Marco Vassi
She straddled my back and worked her fingers deep into my shoulders. Her hands were surprisingly strong, and soon warm waves of pleasure began to surge up and down my spine. As she worked her way down my back, my body became lighter and lighter. Only her gentle weight and small firm hands kept me anchored to the bed.
She was sitting across the back of my knees now, her hands on my buttocks. She stroked them gently with her fingers, lightly tracing the contours of my ass and upper thighs. Her caresses deepened till she was kneading my ass, spreading my cheeks with each circular motion. My whole body broke into a sweat as I clenched the pillow with my teeth and moaned aloud. Gradually, she spread my legs apart and worked my cheeks open wide. Bending down, she let her long hair dance teasingly over my crack. She lowered her head, nuzzling my ass, nipping it playfully with her teeth. Her tongue flicked upwards from my balls, slowly circling my asshole. Her lips puckered against my sphincter as her tongue darted in and across and around.
My cock telescoped outward with magnum force. She slapped my ass sharply to keep it in place, then returned to tonguing my asshole. A warm wet finger snaked its way past my sphincter. I howled softly into the pillow. She guided me over onto my back, her finger still plugged firmly in my anus.
Soon her mouth was wrapped around my throbbing balls. My cock was in a purple rage, tremendously large beside her tiny, perfect face. She raised her eyes to mine. With a mischievous wink, she pulled my shaft towards her smiling, moist lips. Her tongue peeked out and flicked against the bottom of my pulsing glans.
Then she curled her lips around my cock and plunged her head downward. Her hand massaged my balls and the molten fluid churned deep within my groin. As my cock erupted, she reared back her head to catch the steaming spurts across her face. Eyes closed and mouth agape, she laughed that laugh of hers, and I joined in with my own appreciative cries. When I was spent, she rubbed her come-smeared face across my belly and nestled her head against my chest.
I do not remember falling asleep, but I do recall my dream. I was back in Songkhla, in the Buddhist temple, but all my students had gone—all except Lé Chi. She glided up to where I stood by the blackboard and gazed at my sweating brow. Standing on tiptoes, she lightly licked the sweat from my forehead, then from my temples. She licked my neck and ear, the way a cat cleans her kitten. I kissed her, and it was salty and sweet.
Then we were on the beach, kissing still. The barbed wire was gone. Everyone was gone. And we were alone on the sand, writhing together under the blazing sun.
I awoke to find myself being ministered to by room service. She was sitting beside me, dunking a washcloth in the half-melted ice. She fed me a cube, then wiped my steaming brow with the cool wet cloth. As her girlish body hovered above me, I drank in all the beautiful naked contours that had lain hidden beneath Lé Chi's modest garments; the lithe, hairless arms, the soft amber thighs. They had always seemed beyond my grasp, but now I could reach up and touch her lovely shoulder, her tender neck.
Holding a cube between her lips, she bent down and traced icy circles around my nipples. She tweaked them between her chilly fingers till they stood up erect. My hands found her thighs and easily lifted her forward. I pulled her crotch to my mouth and hungrily explored her cunt with my tongue. Her downy hair was soft and fragrant against my nose. Soon her breath grew short and sharp, her moans building in intensity to a high-pitched wail.
“Banh lai!” she cried. “Do it! Now!”
I lifted her to my waiting cock. She was so small and tight I had to pull her down onto me. We groaned in unison as I entered her. My cock felt like a redwood up inside that dense tropical jungle of a cunt. I cupped her small breasts in my hands, squeezing the nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers.
She finally broke a sweat; the hair clung to her moistened face and shoulders. She rode feverishly up and down my shaft, clenching it tightly in her cunt with each ascent. She arched her back and braced her hands against my thighs as I drove deeper and deeper inside her. I was reaching my limit when her hands found my scrotum and squeezed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her forward onto my chest, then came in violent spasms which shook through both our bodies. As my come shot up inside her, she grabbed my chest hair and brought her mouth hard against mine.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep was her long hair curtained around my head and her gentle laughter echoing in my ear.
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