Night of the Black Slip
She wasn't a high school sweetheart. She was a high school flame. We'd hooked up going to separate boarding schools in the same town. We’d gone our separate ways after school, but maintained contact. Back then it was via letters. We broke off contact after we both married others.
Then one Christmas I got a card from her. I decided to see her next time I made it to her town, just two hours down the road. It didn't take long and when she made the first move, I responded. I simply could not stay away from her.
Soon we were getting together as often as we could. She was incredible in bed and had taken me some very special places. She loved watching me go insane while we made love. She'd known about my love of slips when we were in HS and even gave me a very nice VF half slip. That style is still my fave VF half.
One day, when I was at her place, she gave me another, with instructions that I was not to wash it, but bring it to her for washing. I was traveling a lot then, and when I'd call her at night, she'd ask me where her slip was. If it wasn’t in hand, she’d tell me to get it. Then tell me how to use it, asking if I liked it. She always finished me. She made sure it needed washing often and made a show of what I'd done to it when I brought it to her. While it was in the wash, we were in bed, or the couch, or the floor. She was incredible, and very creative.
One night, she handed me her shorty nightie, and said, "I want to see you do it." I knew she wanted to watch me masturbate with it, but I resisted at first. She kept at it, finally, watching "him" pour my cum into the nightie. I thought the novelty of it would have taken care of that but I was wrong. She told me later, "She's waiting for you to want her again", referring to the gown. It was clear she would love to see the show again.
One night, we were getting ready for bed, she was already in bed. She said, "You may go to my top dresser drawer and pick out a slip and bring it to bed." She had three. The yellow Vassarette that she gave me when I was on the road. It was Antron nylon and very nice. There was a white Vanity Fair nylon tricot that was also nice. Then there was the black Lorraine. There was something about that slip. I hated it. That would change this night. There was something compelling about it. Black lacy slips and gowns are always compelling to me but there was something different about this one.
I picked it up, closed the dresser drawer and joined her in bed. Little did I know that was the last choice I was to make that night. She had the rest all planned out. We started making out, teasing and exploring each other's naked bodies. Then she stopped and picked up the slip. She made a show of letting it unfold and appraising it. Then she spread it out and started up my thigh with it. First one thigh, then the other. One hand cupped my sacks in the nylon but she avoided my hard shaft. Then across my hips and belly, the slip spread out and felt very good in her hands. Up my sides, across my belly, working up to my chest, my arms, making sure all of me was feeling all of that slip.
When she got to my nipples, she gave each special treatment. Using only two fingers and the slip, she massaged each till it was as hard as my rod, and ached. Spread-out, the slip covered most of my front, neck to lower belly.
The journey continued as the slip snaked around my neck. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue tauntingly exploring as she caressed my face with it. She broke the kiss, then spread the slip over my face. I could see her clearly as through a veil! She had a bemused-knowing smile on her face. I watched as she leaned down and kissed me again, this time through the slip. Her tongue pushed the silky fabric into my mouth as her hands worked the slip all over my face. Her eyes were open, appraising me as her tongue and hands guided that black silky slip, taking me to ecstasy!
She finally let me up for air, breaking the kiss and pulling the silky slip off my face. She took my hand and placed the slip in it. "Pleasure him for me," she taunted, "I want to see you pleasure him!" She guided my hand to my throbbing cock, wrapping my fingers, slip and all around "him", then moving my hand down the shaft. I betrayed myself with a gasp.
She was looking down, watching my cock react to the slip, but I saw the corner of her mouth curl in a smile. I couldn't resist, and my hand moved the slip up the shaft. I could feel it's silkiness send sensations through me. I thought she'd toy with me but she didn't. She had a hand on my shoulder and was staring intently at my cock. I thought, 'I'll do it for a bit but will stop and lay her. Some long leisurely strokes felt good as the nylon slid up and down. I didn't want to masturbate, I wanted to fee lher legs wrap around me while I pounded her into the bed. She had other plans. After a few minutes, I stopped and moved on her trying to push her back and mount her. She wrestled free of me and captured both my hands, looked at me and said, "Take him in hand. Show me how you pleasure him."
Her hands had put mine, with her slip, back in my own lap. This time the slip started to take hold of me. I knew I had to move again soon or she was going to see what she wanted. A few minutes later I tried again. She was ready for me and blocked my moves without ever taking her eyes off my slip-wrapped cock and returning my hands to my cock. A few strokes and that slip was taking hold. "Is he happy?" she asked. She didn't even look up, focused on "him", my hand, and her slip.
It felt weird at first, doing this while she watched. Then, as her slip took hold more and more, I thought, "OK, let her watch." Then a strange thing happened. I wanted to give her the show she wanted. I stopped and shifted position. I kept expecting her to toy with me but she still didn't take her eyes off "him". I then rearranged it so she could see my cock cradled in the black silkiness of the slip, wrapping the shaft and leaving the head visible. By now the slip was sending pleasure waves through me only exceeded by her lips and tongue. This slip was incredible, far silkier than I'd ever known any Lorraine to be. My breath was beginning to come in uneven gasps, a sure sign I was about to orgasm. I caressed her back with one hand but she was totally oblivious to anything but the sight
before her in my lap.
I looked down to see that pretty slip, shimmering in the soft light, sliding up and down my shaft. The head was plum red. I saw "his" mouth open. Only then did she move. Her hand adjusted the slip, I originally thought for a better view. But no, this was for the cum. She wanted it all in one spot. The room began to gray out. She got fuzzy as the orgasm hit. My head went back as I felt the ropes of passion leap out of my body. My body arched, and the sensations of the slip increased, wracking my whole body. I couldn't count the pulses. I saw stars.
When I could see her again, she hadn't moved. She seemed mesmerized but the sight. I relaxed as I returned to earth. She continued to watch. Finally, convinced I had emptied my sack into her slip, she reached over, and keeping "him" in the bed of nylon, ran her finger under my shaft and milked the last out of me. All I could do at that moment was watch her. The slip’s pretty black nylon had a large pool of gossamer white cum on it and several spots of precum. That slip had completely taken me. She had owned me with that slip, even if I’d done all the “work”. But it wasn’t over yet. What happened next rocked my world.
She took the slip from me, milking me as she did and rolled, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I thought she'd toss the slip and roll back and pillow talk with me. But she didn't. She stayed sitting on the bed with her back to me and I could not figure out what she was doing. When she turned back, I saw what she had done. On the inside of her left breast was a large glob of cum from the slip. I knew instantly, "she's going to feed that to me and there is no way I can resist her."
Her hand snaked up behind my head, and once at the nape of my neck, I heard her whisper in my ear, "This is best done in small doses." Then she began to pull me to her breast. I tried to resist, but I knew. We both knew I was resisting just enough to say I did. She applied just enough pressure to bring me in slowly to the pool on her breast. I could only imagine the smile on her lips as she watched.
The slipperiness of my cum on her breasts surprised me as my lips slid around in the pool. Next, I found myself licking a glob of my cum off her breast and bringing it into my mouth. I expected to find it brackish and bitter, but it wasn't. It was salty, but no more salty than I like my Margarita's or Bloody Mary's! The next surprise was how it coated the inside of my mouth, clinging, even after I swallowed. I have no idea how many "small doses" she fed me. All pretense of resistance was gone and she held me there without effort, as I ate my own sperm. I have no idea when I left her house. It is a memory that still brings me pleasure
Then one Christmas I got a card from her. I decided to see her next time I made it to her town, just two hours down the road. It didn't take long and when she made the first move, I responded. I simply could not stay away from her.
Soon we were getting together as often as we could. She was incredible in bed and had taken me some very special places. She loved watching me go insane while we made love. She'd known about my love of slips when we were in HS and even gave me a very nice VF half slip. That style is still my fave VF half.
One day, when I was at her place, she gave me another, with instructions that I was not to wash it, but bring it to her for washing. I was traveling a lot then, and when I'd call her at night, she'd ask me where her slip was. If it wasn’t in hand, she’d tell me to get it. Then tell me how to use it, asking if I liked it. She always finished me. She made sure it needed washing often and made a show of what I'd done to it when I brought it to her. While it was in the wash, we were in bed, or the couch, or the floor. She was incredible, and very creative.
One night, she handed me her shorty nightie, and said, "I want to see you do it." I knew she wanted to watch me masturbate with it, but I resisted at first. She kept at it, finally, watching "him" pour my cum into the nightie. I thought the novelty of it would have taken care of that but I was wrong. She told me later, "She's waiting for you to want her again", referring to the gown. It was clear she would love to see the show again.
One night, we were getting ready for bed, she was already in bed. She said, "You may go to my top dresser drawer and pick out a slip and bring it to bed." She had three. The yellow Vassarette that she gave me when I was on the road. It was Antron nylon and very nice. There was a white Vanity Fair nylon tricot that was also nice. Then there was the black Lorraine. There was something about that slip. I hated it. That would change this night. There was something compelling about it. Black lacy slips and gowns are always compelling to me but there was something different about this one.
I picked it up, closed the dresser drawer and joined her in bed. Little did I know that was the last choice I was to make that night. She had the rest all planned out. We started making out, teasing and exploring each other's naked bodies. Then she stopped and picked up the slip. She made a show of letting it unfold and appraising it. Then she spread it out and started up my thigh with it. First one thigh, then the other. One hand cupped my sacks in the nylon but she avoided my hard shaft. Then across my hips and belly, the slip spread out and felt very good in her hands. Up my sides, across my belly, working up to my chest, my arms, making sure all of me was feeling all of that slip.
When she got to my nipples, she gave each special treatment. Using only two fingers and the slip, she massaged each till it was as hard as my rod, and ached. Spread-out, the slip covered most of my front, neck to lower belly.
The journey continued as the slip snaked around my neck. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue tauntingly exploring as she caressed my face with it. She broke the kiss, then spread the slip over my face. I could see her clearly as through a veil! She had a bemused-knowing smile on her face. I watched as she leaned down and kissed me again, this time through the slip. Her tongue pushed the silky fabric into my mouth as her hands worked the slip all over my face. Her eyes were open, appraising me as her tongue and hands guided that black silky slip, taking me to ecstasy!
She finally let me up for air, breaking the kiss and pulling the silky slip off my face. She took my hand and placed the slip in it. "Pleasure him for me," she taunted, "I want to see you pleasure him!" She guided my hand to my throbbing cock, wrapping my fingers, slip and all around "him", then moving my hand down the shaft. I betrayed myself with a gasp.
She was looking down, watching my cock react to the slip, but I saw the corner of her mouth curl in a smile. I couldn't resist, and my hand moved the slip up the shaft. I could feel it's silkiness send sensations through me. I thought she'd toy with me but she didn't. She had a hand on my shoulder and was staring intently at my cock. I thought, 'I'll do it for a bit but will stop and lay her. Some long leisurely strokes felt good as the nylon slid up and down. I didn't want to masturbate, I wanted to fee lher legs wrap around me while I pounded her into the bed. She had other plans. After a few minutes, I stopped and moved on her trying to push her back and mount her. She wrestled free of me and captured both my hands, looked at me and said, "Take him in hand. Show me how you pleasure him."
Her hands had put mine, with her slip, back in my own lap. This time the slip started to take hold of me. I knew I had to move again soon or she was going to see what she wanted. A few minutes later I tried again. She was ready for me and blocked my moves without ever taking her eyes off my slip-wrapped cock and returning my hands to my cock. A few strokes and that slip was taking hold. "Is he happy?" she asked. She didn't even look up, focused on "him", my hand, and her slip.
It felt weird at first, doing this while she watched. Then, as her slip took hold more and more, I thought, "OK, let her watch." Then a strange thing happened. I wanted to give her the show she wanted. I stopped and shifted position. I kept expecting her to toy with me but she still didn't take her eyes off "him". I then rearranged it so she could see my cock cradled in the black silkiness of the slip, wrapping the shaft and leaving the head visible. By now the slip was sending pleasure waves through me only exceeded by her lips and tongue. This slip was incredible, far silkier than I'd ever known any Lorraine to be. My breath was beginning to come in uneven gasps, a sure sign I was about to orgasm. I caressed her back with one hand but she was totally oblivious to anything but the sight
before her in my lap.
I looked down to see that pretty slip, shimmering in the soft light, sliding up and down my shaft. The head was plum red. I saw "his" mouth open. Only then did she move. Her hand adjusted the slip, I originally thought for a better view. But no, this was for the cum. She wanted it all in one spot. The room began to gray out. She got fuzzy as the orgasm hit. My head went back as I felt the ropes of passion leap out of my body. My body arched, and the sensations of the slip increased, wracking my whole body. I couldn't count the pulses. I saw stars.
When I could see her again, she hadn't moved. She seemed mesmerized but the sight. I relaxed as I returned to earth. She continued to watch. Finally, convinced I had emptied my sack into her slip, she reached over, and keeping "him" in the bed of nylon, ran her finger under my shaft and milked the last out of me. All I could do at that moment was watch her. The slip’s pretty black nylon had a large pool of gossamer white cum on it and several spots of precum. That slip had completely taken me. She had owned me with that slip, even if I’d done all the “work”. But it wasn’t over yet. What happened next rocked my world.
She took the slip from me, milking me as she did and rolled, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I thought she'd toss the slip and roll back and pillow talk with me. But she didn't. She stayed sitting on the bed with her back to me and I could not figure out what she was doing. When she turned back, I saw what she had done. On the inside of her left breast was a large glob of cum from the slip. I knew instantly, "she's going to feed that to me and there is no way I can resist her."
Her hand snaked up behind my head, and once at the nape of my neck, I heard her whisper in my ear, "This is best done in small doses." Then she began to pull me to her breast. I tried to resist, but I knew. We both knew I was resisting just enough to say I did. She applied just enough pressure to bring me in slowly to the pool on her breast. I could only imagine the smile on her lips as she watched.
The slipperiness of my cum on her breasts surprised me as my lips slid around in the pool. Next, I found myself licking a glob of my cum off her breast and bringing it into my mouth. I expected to find it brackish and bitter, but it wasn't. It was salty, but no more salty than I like my Margarita's or Bloody Mary's! The next surprise was how it coated the inside of my mouth, clinging, even after I swallowed. I have no idea how many "small doses" she fed me. All pretense of resistance was gone and she held me there without effort, as I ate my own sperm. I have no idea when I left her house. It is a memory that still brings me pleasure
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