Part 5 . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone
He had mixed them a pitcher of an exquisite aromatic sherbet, telling her that it will revive her drained energies in minutes. It did seem to have a salutary effect -- enough to make her ask for another glassful immediately after she had finished the one he that had given her.
Standing with one foot resting on the bed, he had poured her the second glass, brought it between his thighs, dipped the head of his half‑erect phallus in it for a moment and handed it to her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Unflinching, she had taken it from his hand, and siphoned it away in one long draught, her eyes riveted to his.
He stood, daring her with his eyes. She had to look away, lowering her lashes and tilting her head. Crawling now to the end of the bed, to the most inviting and commanding body standing statuesque before her she sought to meet her match.
When she reached Neshe, she took his offering in her hand and looked up to him once again. In a small and teasing explanation of what would occur next she stroked him in her hand. An immediate power exchange occurred. The woman had the man in the palm of her hand.
"The sherbet was so good, I want more yet. And there is just a little taste more here for me, not to be wasted."
She smiled at Neshe, more with her eyes than her mouth.
Snama's cool lips connected to tip of Neshe's manhood, and she smoothed it across her moist mouth. Her tongue trailed his length, and nibbled back up again in tiny chewing bites, until she reached again the glossy dark head of the wondrous erection she held.
Parting her lips, and laying out her tongue, she drew him into her mouth. Descending and ascending, exploring, tantalizing then retreating, she took Neshe to a beautiful completion with her mouth.
What he had begun with a cool dessert, he had finished with hot cream.
The moment of Neshe's coming was given an explosive eeriness by a power outage. Total darkness immediately redirected all sensory reception to the active principle of both; Snama's mouth and tongue, Neshe's phallus.
Both were hit by an intensity of feeling never experienced before. Snama felt her lips clamping at the base of his shaft as he pulsed with a demonic delirium in her mouth, his glans literally lashing at her throat.
Neshe's thighs rippled as if with Herculean effort, his buttocks clenched, as bullet after bullet of thick, lumpy, searing hot semen spewed out of him and into Snama's throat, almost scalding the soft insides of her.
But that was how their nerves responded to what was happening. In another, different, the emotional sphere, there was a most powerful, totally alien paradoxical perception. Both felt themselves totally in the power of the other, yet in total control.
Therefore, it was an abandoned engulfing, absorbing on the part of one, an abandoned lunging, an erupting on the part of the other.
The overwhelming impact literally drained both of them of their energies, and they collapsed on the bed, Snama's face still buried between Neshe's thighs, he himself grotesquely half‑sprawled on her, his legs a tangle on her breasts and torso, his phallus buried in her mouth, his upper body atwist on the bed.
And at that moment, the power came back, once again with a blinding impact.
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