“Please, teacher, don’t torment me this way,” she said with a little catch in her voice. “I could never lie to you.”
“Good. Good, my pupil,” he whispered, stroking her hair.
It was time to flip the script on cuzz. No telling what other tricks he might have up his sleeve. She didn’t have his mind right yet.
She breathed deeply, centered herself, and commenced Operation Go Down On Moses!
Part VI
“Oh, master!” Selena cried, ripping her arms loose of the ribbons and sitting up.
“Teacher, Ms. Epperson,” he said
“Teacher, master, whatever you say!” she cried, ripping the ribbons off her ankles and rolling on top of him. “Oh, you have given me joy and wisdom as I have never known, for—as you must suspect now—though I have made love to men, I have been…frigid!”
“I had suspected as much but—”
“I must—I will repay you! You must let me, or I shall run out of this house and throw myself into the river or in front of a car! I don’t want to live anymore if I can’t repay you to the fullest, right now!”
“This is highly irregular,” he said, getting a little uneasy.
She had to take him down now before he got wise!
In a cave deep in the Arizona desert was found an ancient book, written by the courtesans of the harem of the rulers of ancient Atlantis, that described methods of oral sex so powerful that they actually caused the destruction and sinking of that continent.
Anyway, that’s what Selena sometimes told people when she was putting them on. Actually, she had just sucked a whole lot of dick, so she had the science down cold.
Hungrily, desperately, she went down on Gaddys, sucking now hard, now soft, licking at it like it was candy, rolling it, running her tongue around his balls, up and down the bottom of the shaft, and around the head, where it gets so so good to a motherfucker!
At first Gaddys sat up on his elbows and watched her, amused. After all, he’d had many a symphony played on his meat flute, and it took a virtuoso to play the tune that blew him away.
Little did he know, even as he smirked, that his instrument was in the hands—mouth—of the John Coltrane of fellatio!
Slowly the smug look faded, and then he started to breathe a little harder, and then he lay back, and soon he was prone, head grinding into the pillow, eyes shut tight, writhing and groaning and calling on the Lord one minute and his momma the next, and Jesus one time and cussing the next, and before he knew it he had lost all his cool.
Selena put him through some changes, playing his ass like a yo-yo, going on until he was about to come and then stopping and starting all over again and stopping until he was begging for mercy, pleading for her to stop and then not stop, to take him to climax or to shoot him and put him out of his misery!
When it had gone on for what seemed like forever, and when he was screaming like Little Richard, she stuck her middle finger up his ass and the orgasm he had almost blew her head off.
She swallowed his cum, but she needn’t have. That little move, which was usually the pièce de résistance and broke ’em all the way down, was wasted ’cuz he didn’t see it. He was O-U-T, out! Unconcho! He lay as if dead, with his eyes rolled up in his head, breathing shallowly.
“Was I all right?” she asked him.
She was answered by deep jagged snores.
She snickered. “Guess so.”
Part VII
Now will the gander fly the coop, or will he hang around to make love with the little brown goose?
It was later that evening. Selena was at home in her meditation room doing a mental recap.
She had pierced William G. Gaddys’ defenses, passed herself off as an innocent ingénue, fresh meat just waiting to be turned out, a tender young morsel of fruit to be plucked from the vine—and probably chewed up and spit out later, when all the juice, the spirit, had been sucked out, when she was turned out, strung out, and used up.
That was the brutal game Gaddys’ kind always played. They hated women. The goal was always to hurt and humiliate them in the end.
He’d have never let a hardened veteran of the sex wars like Selena anywhere near him had he but known.