looking back at what he was doing. It was a full day of firsts. Alice had never seen a naked man pleasure himself before. She remembered what Jack said in her dream. You don’t know a thing about how to please a man, do you? Maybe this was a good time to learn.
Alice watched him stroke himself. She noticed how he pumped up and down, as though one direction didn’t feel any better than the other. Was that how Jack touched himself? Or did he do it differently to make himself come?
Alice shook it off. What did she care how Jack did it? It wasn’t like she would ever become intimate enough with him to find out. Carol was the beautiful one. If anyone would discover Jack’s intimate moments it would be her sister’s friend.
Alice would never have Jack, no matter how much she wanted him. The truth was she’d probably never have any man.
You don’t know a thing about how to please a man, do you?
If she were to learn how, she’d have to take on a more hands-on approach.
She inhaled the upside down man’s sweet sweaty scent. “Would you like me to help you… be released?”
“Would you? I would be so honored to be helped by someone as beautiful as you.”
Alice smiled. At least he thought she was beautiful. If Jack didn’t think so, then maybe he’d change his mind once he just happened to find out what she’d done for this stranger. Her heart pattered in her chest.
She could just picture it:
“You did what?!” Jack would say with gritted teeth and veins bulging from his red neck. The way he’d become angry and turned on, jealous and lustful at the same time, tickled Alice. The very thought of it. Maybe Jack was the one who needed to learn his lesson.
“Come,” the hanged man said. “Let me taste your lips.”
Alice admired the thick scruff of a beard on his square jaw. His round, rich brown eyes conveyed innocence. An innocence that reminded her of how her girlfriends seemed to label her as innocent. A brand she wanted to quash.
Alice bent and tenderly kissed his tiny lips. His beard tickled.
She pulled back a bit to see his upside down expression. His eyes were half closed. He looked blissful, like her cat Dinah when Alice scratched her chin. When he opened his eyes, they popped wide. Alice saw where he was looking. Straight down her dress. She smiled. Probably never saw such “beautifully big” breasts before, either.
She kissed him again. His small lips explored her mouth, his tongue touching every surface of her lips. He pecked her, nibbled her, pressed his tongue against hers and lavished her lips with his passion. Alice pictured Jack watching all of this, and getting angrier and angrier.
She opened her eyes as she continued to kiss the hanged man, and watched him stroking his cock with fervor. Wow! He really enjoyed what she was doing to him. Recognizing this effect she had on him just by kissing him made her nipples harden.
If kissing him got him this worked up, Alice wondered how he’d react to a little more.
She closed her eyes and still kissing him, tongues entwined, she placed her hands on his chest. It was warm and moist with his sweat. His heart pounded. His chest hairs tickled her fingers as she slid her hands higher, closer to his waist. She opened her eyes.
How close could she get her fingers to his cock without actually touching it?
The hanged man broke the kiss and gasped, his hands shuttling faster along his length.
Alice brought her hands back down to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding at a steady tempo. He kissed her deeply. She wanted to see just how much he responded to her touches, but didn’t want to break the kiss.
She slid only one hand this time along his skin close to his tip. With the other hand she felt his heart speed up matching the increased tempo of his hand strokes.
Amazing that she could have such control over a man’s heartbeat. She could get a man so excited. Maybe pleasing a man wasn’t so hard after all. It’s this, Alice told herself. This is what Jack’s missing.
Alice broke the kiss, and dipped her face to his neck and then his chest, leaving a trail of little pecks along the way.
The hanged man sighed and she inched further up.
Alice’s hands pressed faster, up and down his torso as she placed kisses upon his chest. Each kiss was more like a lick that ended in a kiss. The salty sweat she tasted made her head swim.
The hanged man moaned and she inched further up.
She kissed his belly, lapping circles around his naval. Her hands reached to his thighs and caressed his legs, soft with velvety dark hair. His musky scent was stronger here. Alice squeezed her thighs together. Just the tartness of his scent made her tingle.
The hanged man groaned and she inched further up.
Alice placed kisses at his waist. Her kisses outlined the space around his shaft giving him the room he needed to continue pumping his fist along its length. She ran her hands along the insides of his thighs, and slowly drifted towards the spot between his legs. That line between his legs was hot slick with his sweat. The intimacy of getting to touch this steaming spot on a man!
Jack would never know the feeling.
Alice could make this stranger gasp, sigh, moan, and groan.
Jack would never have that experience.
Not by your fingers, a voice inside Alice said. But perhaps by Carol’s fingers…and mouth!
Alice became livid. She shoved aside the man’s hand from his cock.
He whimpered. She swallowed him whole.
“Yes!” he said. “Put that big lovely mouth around me!”
So this was it.
The first time she tasted a cock. His skin was hot. Salty. Her tongue glided across the smooth ridge on his cock’s head.
It wasn’t difficult for Alice to get the whole length inside her mouth. The entire man was small enough that she could probably fit his fist in her mouth.
Jack’s size was another story, though. Alice guessed she wouldn’t be able to swallow his full length. But if she wasn’t able to, neither was Carol.
Alice decided to do all the things to this hanged man that Carol would never be able to do on Jack, just in case Alice needed to shock Jack with tales of her own talents.
Alice suckled on his cock and angled to watch his face. He was in ecstasy, emitting sounds that could only be a sign of torture or a sign of bliss. In this case, probably both.
Alice ran her hands around his waist and grabbed his ass, a handful of firm flesh in each hand. She moved her head back and forth, imitating the hand she replaced. She swirled her tongue around his hot length. She was feeling the heat, too. Sweat collected under her breasts. Moisture dripped between her thighs.
His moans were louder now. Alice felt dizzy at the power she had over him. She could make this hanged man experience incredible pleasure with her hands and with her mouth and she could take it all away from him if she wanted to by simply stopping. She was in control.
But the power excited her too much to stop. Alice licked his cock like a lollipop. She sucked it, tongued it, slipped the tip of her tongue in the tip of his cock. Then dived completely along the shaft, taking his balls in her mouth along the way. A sensation Jack would never know.
The hanged man bellowed.
With his free hand he gripped the back of her head and shouted, “Drink me!”
Alice cupped her hand hard against her pussy. Her heart hammered out of her as if to replace her voice. I can make a man come!
Alice suckled hard at the hanged man’s cock. She was ready to swallow everything he had. Even though she’d never been with a man, she’d read enough to know what was coming next.
Then he yelled triumphant, inarticulate.
Alice felt squirt after squirt of his climax go down her throat. It tasted salty. She liked it, really liked it.
He shouted his release. More came. And kept coming. The whole time, the hanged man screamed his joy.
