Chapter 2

“Stephanie, Stephanie, Steph, are you okay?” Looking down, I see her still holding my shaft in her mouth. A retreating bulge on her left cheek. Her hand residing around my shaft. What is most odd however is her ass, her jeans half pulled down and yet half covered. What a beautiful ass, slightly rising up, small flex, and then falling slowly over and over again as if riding a dream; all be it a sexy dream. “What in the world Steph?” “Did you just fall asleep” (leaving out the part about it being the best blow job of my life.) Still no answer other than her half covered ass continuing to rise and fall in some slow rhythm. A moment later a vibration coming from my spent shaft. Too much to bear. I gently turn her over and jump back, my wet ass hugging my pillows but in terror I do not think about that. Her eyes open slightly to reveal that her brown eyes that were so hard to look away from had dilated to the point that all that was left was a black hole where brown once resided. Is this what narcolepsy looks like?

Thinking to myself, she is still breathing, a slight snore even; check. Moving her hips still in a repetitive motion, her wet, untrimmed pussy just above her jeans moving ever so slightly up and down. With everything except her narcolepsy seeming okay, I look her over.

Meeting Stephanie was not part of the plan. A quick run just to clear my head before new trials. I hadn’t planned on spending so much time on my sugar project, but after my father had died from some rare form of cancer, I went kind of nuts looking for a substitute for sugar substitutes believing that was the reason for his sickness. I wasn’t looking for the same taste, just something palatable with a flavor the user could not quite put their finger on. The newest version had been the easiest to maintain but had some strange sweetness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t sugar but it was really good and best of all, very little was needed.

Perhaps Stephanie should have tried some before sex. Some of the herbs had a natural ability to raise heart rate and alertness.

Looking down at her, she was something else. A very natural looking beauty. The kind of woman who could easily hide her features or express them to the world. Shapely with perhaps the most beautiful breast I had ever seen. I couldn't say if her nipples always stuck out so far, but outside of them, everything else seemed perfect; slightly rising and falling as she slept. Her eyes were still cracked open but her grinding had stopped and instead a wet stain where her ass lay dripping down from her exceptionally moist bush.

After a little while I began doing what I always do when I feel I am alone. I began talking outloud to no one in particular. It was a skill I usually used when I was working through a problem (and I suppose a mostly naked woman who sucked me off and then drifted off to sleep to have her own orgasm was a problem in my head.)

I do not remember everything I said and as anyone who has ever thought out loud knows, not everything I said was on the up and up. The thing I do remember saying out loud was that I sure wished we could do this again (no man in his right mind would not wish to have a blow job like that.) A moment or two later, Stephanie woke up.

It seemed to take her a moment to fully realize she was waking up. Kind of like the most wonderful night sleep. The first thing she did was grab me and curled up and snuggled. “Stephanie, are you okay?” Thirsty… Sleepy… Horny. “Did you finish?” She asked. “I sure did, and then you passed out.” “How long was I out for?” She asked. Looking at the clock, I guessed about 30 minutes had passed.

After talking for another few minutes, I got up to get two drinks and a change of sheets. The sheets were easy, but when grabbing the drinks, I didn’t think and grabbed two from the same lemonade container.

When I walked back in the room, Stephanie had already changed the sheets. We both gulped down our glass of lemonade and then wrapped our arms around each other on the bed. Sometime while I was out, she had taken off her jeans and was nude on the bed. We snuggled for some unknown time until I felt her hand move between my legs and begin sliding up and down my re-energized and growing shaft. Figuring she felt left out from our last foray, I thought it would only be fair if I went down on her. She had after all given me perhaps the best blow job of my life; so good in fact that she had to take a 30 minute snooze after.

I started by kissing her forehead, then the right side of her neck. Staying on my asymmetrical path, I gave several light kisses on her right breast and a light bite on its nipple. Working down to her stomach and combining light tickles down below her belly-button. As I proceeded down to the top of her bush, she lost it.

I noticed before that she liked the control. Just as I was going to begin tonguing her clit, she sat up and grabbed my chin. My eyes met hers and just then she pulled and pushed me over at the same time. I was once again on my back and thinking she might mount my face. As much as I would not have minded, she swung her leg up giving me full view of her whole bottom side and sat just north of my shaft. So close in fact that the tip was planted firmly under her ass.

Slowly she slid back rocking side to side with her breast just behind each movement. Her ass rose up just a bit, hand grabbed my shaft, and a warm, moist reception was its reward for its corporation. Both her hands held my shoulders and a slight twinge of nails not quite breaking the skin could be felt. For my part, and to take back some of the control I had so easily surrendered, I grabbed her hair and pulled back to force her head up to the sky and her beautiful breast to point straight at me as if saluting their jailer. I was determined to last longer than last time and get her off at least once while she was using me and not some dream of me. My only hope was she would come before….

There was no sound. Her mouth opened as if starved for air. Her saluting breasts jumped up and down as if doing unsynchronized jumping jacks. Her nails for sure drew blood from my shoulders. Then the spasms from inside her. Wherever her vaginal wall had been, it decided to choke this new intruder, or bind it inside her forever. She sank down so that the breasts that could decide not what to do were lightly stroking my face, her erect nipples teasing me. Somewhere inside of her, a sound vibrating not through her open mouth, but every pore in her body.

This was too much. Whatever control I thought I had of my other head was lost and the eruption shook both of us. One, two, three contractions followed by a great weight. What strength I had latched onto the two soldiers who now acted as foundations for a lifeless form. I watched as the contorted face slacked and her eyes went from dilated, to black holes, to nearly fully closed. Her open mouth slacked also though it was still fully open. A small bit of drool, quickly growing formed on her bottom lip. And as if not finished, her pussy still rode my retracting shaft, slowly sliding up my pelvis and back down off it. I slowly let her down on me if just to catch my breath. When I could take no more of her slow ride, I took her back in my right hand and eased her onto it. She looked just as before, slowly riding the air, petite snore, and this time, a small puddle of drool forming on her left lip. Why did she continue to gyrate? Does she need yet another release? I took my right hand and slowly slid it into her to try and help her along.

If there was any change in rhythm, I could not tell but after a few minutes the gyrations stopped with a flow of moisture soaking my interned fingers. I drew out of her and the musk of the past few hours overwhelmed my senses. I pulled my hand that had spent the past few minutes inside of her to my nose. Only a little while ago I had wanted to know her taste. Too late except… I kissed my fingers, softly touched her clit and brought it up. I licked just the tip. Just as I went to spoon her, I noticed a sweetness I could not quite gauge, then a tiredness, and sweetness, and sleep…