Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 142: New Technique (2)

No, don’t stop!

"Pull my skin up further," he suggested, wanting her to try again.

"But I don’t want to hurt you," she complained.

"You won’t. You’re not pulling nearly hard enough to cause me discomfort," he reassured. Then, trying not to sound like he was begging, he said, "Please, try again. That felt amazing."

"Okay." She nodded.

Then she pulled up on his shaft, pulling more foreskin up around his glans, then tried again. She again slid her tongue down into his tube of foreskin and pressed it between skin and glans.

This time, when she slid her tongue around his glans, she made it all the way around. As her tongue circled around, the sensation of it gliding across his glans and under his foreskin sent tingles through him. And, as her tongue ran across his frenulum, jolts of intense pleasure rushed down his shaft and gather in his balls.

"Oh, god baby, that’s amazing," he gasped. "More, keep doing that."

"Oh hay," she tried to say, faintly nodding her head, tongue still caressing his glans.

Around and around her tongue went, and each time she passed over his frenulum, another jolt of pleasure would shoot down his shaft and collect in his balls.

"That’s it baby, keep going, you’re amazing."

More circles, and his balls were beginning to tingle and he could feel himself tensing.

"Mmmm, yes, baby," he moaned.

She increased her pace, circling faster. The pressure in his balls building. He was half tempted to grab her head and shove his cock down her throat, but restrained himself.

She continued to circle faster and faster, and the sensation was so intense he felt his legs begin to tremble.

"Hnnnn," he moaned, trying not to make any loud noises as the intense pleasure ran up his shaft in waves, washing all coherent thought from his mind.

Around and around, each jolt of pleasure, as she caressed his frenulum, sending him closer and closer to nirvana.

His breathing became ragged as he tried to stay on his feet, the burning pressure in his balls almost overwhelming.

Once last circle, one last jolt of mind blowing pleasure rushing down his shaft and his balls exploded. His hips instinctively thrust forward, shoving his glans into her mouth, and thick ropes of hot sticky seed shot down her unsuspecting throat.

As waves of pleasure washed over him and his knees wobbled, Samantha wrapped her lips around his shaft and swirled her tongue around his glans, causing him to almost pass out from the intense sensation.

He was about to pass out when she stopped and slowly pulled back. She sucked on his tip, like sucking on a straw, and the last bit of his seed slid down his shaft and into her mouth.

With the last of his strength, he collapsed back onto the couch.

"God dam, Sam. Where did you learn that? That was...fucking mind blowing."

She made a loud gulping noise, took a deep breath, then said, "Really?!! I, um, I didn’t learn it anywhere. I, um, I just...I just did it because I thought it would be fun."

"Well, congratulations, you’re a fucking genius. Because that was amazing."

"Thank you?" she didn’t sound like she really believed him.

"Don’t tell the other girls about what you just did. I want that to be your, our little secret. Something only you do for me."

"Okay," she said, sounding pleased.

Then, "She was right about your taste."

"Huh?"

"Your taste. You know, the taste of your, um..."

"Jizz? Spunk? Seed??" He watched as her face turned bright crimson. It was so fun to make her blush like that. He’d have to be careful not to tease her too much, or she’d become immune.

She nodded. "I-i-it tastes salty, with a nutty aftertaste. I think I might like it."

He wasn’t sure if he could believe her. Miranda had never said if she liked the taste or merely tolerated it. He hoped Samantha was telling the truth because, goddamn, that was hot!

Noticing that she was still kneeling on the floor in front of him, he sat up and scooted forward so he was sitting on the edge of the couch, then beckoned her forward. She moved closed, and he grabbed her in a hug, pressing his face against her neck.

Then, as he slid one hand down her back to cup her ass, he slid his other hand up to grab the back of her head. He kissed her neck, then nibbled her ear before pulling her head back to kiss her.

Realizing what he was about to do, she pulled away, saying, "Um, wait! Just a moment."

Then she got up and went to the table. On it was a pitcher of water with lemon and strawberry slices floating in it. She poured some into a class, then grabbed a lemon slice out of the pitcher and dropped it into the glass.

She took a sip and swished it around her mouth before swallowing. After repeating this several times, she put the lemon slice into her mouth and chewing on it. One more sip and swish. She swallowed, then returned to him.

"I...My mom said guys don’t like the taste or smell."

He was about to say he’d never noticed anything with Miranda, but then realized every time he came in her mouth, it was while he was buried deep down her throat. And she always managed to milk him dry before he could pull out of her throat. So it all skipped past her mouth, leaving nothing behind to for an aftertaste.

"Thank you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

Then he beckoned, and she returned to his arms. He grabbed her ass and head again and gently nibbled at her lower lip, smelling nothing but lemon and strawberry. She opened her mouth and their tongues met in a dance of between their teeth.

She’d said she went on several dates, and her tongue skills showed this was not her first kiss.

They continued to kiss, and from her elevated breathing, he could tell she was growing excited. She was just reaching for his still semihard member when there was a knock on the door.

"Everything alright in there," asked Miranda.

"Yes, everything is fine," he replied. "I’ll be out in a few minutes. We were just having a private conversation."

"Okay," replied Miranda, a hint of humor in her tone. She could tell from their connection just what kind of "conversation" he and Samantha had been having.