Tea time

In college, once a week I would go to a "tea time" with Adelle. She was something of a tea afficianado, with an entire shelf in her room devoted to tins of tea leaves. She drank the tea pretty much all the time, of course, but once a week, I went over and drank tea with her, hanging out and talking. It was a nice stress reliever, and I think she had similar weekly "appointments" with other people.

This all started on a pretty typical "tea night." We chatted as the water boiled, and she went about the business of preparing and serving the tea. It was a pretty typical tea night -- the tea tasted nice, and Adelle was a good listener, if nothing else. It was probably something between her generally reserved behavior and appearance and the fact that we were drinking tea like two "civilized" people that left me unprepared for what Adelle said after she sat down to start drinking her own cup of tea.

"What are you opinions on teabags?" she asked, conversationally. It was all I could do to keep from gagging on the tea I was drinking. My thoughts on teabags were of scrotum-in-mouth, of course. I could care less about the difference between tea coming prepackaged in a bag versus brewing tea without the aid of a bag. Really, since I had primarily only had tea with Adelle, I didn't know the first thing about tea-in-bags, and I said as much. "Well, I don't know. I guess I don't know much about it."

Adelle stared off into space for a few moments before responding. "I've always prepared tea normally, or, traditionally, if you prefer. You know, take it out, stick it in the basket, let it seep until its flavors have been released, then drink. That's all fine and dandy, but I want to try using teabags. You know, something new, something different. Maybe there are different flavors that a teabag brings. I'm not saying that that's all I want to drink, but I definitely want to try it."

If her phrasing of the "traditional" tea brewing process was erotic and evocatic of the imagery of fellatio (which it was), then her little discussion of her desires about teabags seemed to strongly suggest that she wanted to get teabagged, so to speak. I just nodded as she was speaking, and continued to sip my tea.

She continued. "So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, maybe I'll have you try using teabags with me next time you come over. I'm in the mood for something light and palatable. I think I want some smooth round bags, with nicely trimmed edges, so that I can leave it in the tea while I drink it. And, since we've been doing this tea time for a while, would you like to provide the tea bags?" She looked at me quizzically.

And thus my suspicions were confirmed, or so it seemed. The inuendo was just layed on too thick to not be intentional. I nodded in agreement to her last question, and soon left to go about my daily life. The week went by quickly, and it seemed like no time at all before tea time was on me again. To be prepared for any eventuality, I made sure to shave my balls before I headed over to her room, and I had picked up some bags of tea from the grocery store earlier in the week. I was quite excited about just the possibility of what could happen, and wasted no time getting over to her room.

As I walked in, I grew more excited yet. Adelle's room, instead of being lit by the usual desk lamp, was lit by four candles scattered around the room. Adelle was sitting on the floor by her bed, leaning against it, apparently having just dozed off. She looked up at my entrance, smiled, and quietly said "come on in. Go ahead and set up and brew the tea ... you did bring tea bags, right?" She smiled, then leaned back against the side of her bed, and closed her eyes.

I still wasn't 100% sure that we were on the same page, though after the way she had stated everything the week prior, I was about 90%. Still, 10% is not the greatest percentage in the world when you look at the consequences that can come from an angry girl's mouth in your nether regions. I vacillated for a moment as I took of my jacket and set down the shopping bag I had that contained the tea I had brought. Just at that moment, Adelle yawned loudly (or at least noticably), and rolled her head back on to the bed, her mouth wide open.

It was enough for me to consider it a sign, if not an open declaration of intent on her part. I stealthily slipped off my pants and boxers, trying to use the sound of me putting down my coat and the shopping bag as cover. It was either quiet enough, or Adelle was willfully oblivious enough, that she did not stir from her position. I crept over to her, and stood above her with my legs to each side. I lined up above her, said a silent prayer, and dropped down, dipping my freshly shorn balls into her gaping mouth.

She instantly closed her mouth around them, and started sucking. I moaned with pleasure as she lightly sucked, lightly licked, and lightly rolled my balls around in her mouth. I lowered myself a little further, and Adelle obliged by applying more pressure and a firmer mouthing to my family jewels. Her tongue running across my smooth scrotum was heavenly, to say the least.

As I rode her face, I could feel Adelle shifting slightly below me. I backed up a bit to give her room, and she followed my, but swiveled her head a bit to allow a hand to reach up and grip my now-firm cock. She continued to suck and lick my balls as she firmly pumped my shaft, and I could do nothing but groan in pleasure. As she worked, I could feel my balls shrinking as a particularly potent eruption built up inside. Adelle felt it too, and pulled her mouth with a pop off my sack long enough to ask, looking up at me coyly and continuing the pumping, "do you prefer people to appreciate your tea for its taste of for its appearance?" I muttered breathlessly that I quite appreciated a good looking tea, and she smiled as she positioned her face directly in front of my cock. She moved her other hand up to knead my balls and pumped my cock with long quick strokes until the jizm spurted out in long strands, draping itself across her forehead and cheeks as she continued to look up at me.

She pumped as much out on to her face as seemed to be coming, then opened her mouth once more, and moved it over my cock. She continued to gaze up at me as she worked over my dick with her mouth, and the strands of cum latticed on her face made her look every bit the little slut I never imagined she could be. She had a small mouth, I noticed, and though she was only able to suck on a few inches of my dick, it felt very good, and instead of a post-orgasm limpening, I remained hard, and within a minute of very pleasurable if somewhat sloppy sucking, I came again on a smaller scale down her throat. My cock was so tender at this point that I pulled it away almost before she could lick it clean ... almost.

"Well, I guess your tea was both visually pleasing and palatable," Adelle said, chuckling.