Hungrily, aggressively she pushed her head down
on my length, rubbing the swollen knob against
the entrance of her throat and then she groaned
and I felt every vibration all the way to my toes.
A growling moan escaped me as my hands found
her hair… her head… caressing the only part of
her I could reach as she raised up, took a breath
and then plunged back down again.
For the next several minutes she sucked, licked,
stroked and nibbled, orally pleasing me as if a
stiff dick was her favorite meal and she hadn’t
had it in a long time – and wasn’t sure when
she’d get to enjoy it again. As my orgasm began
to build in response to the delights she was
providing me, my moans and groans grew more
expressive. Without thinking, “I’m going to…”
escaped my lips and her response was
immediate. Her mouth popped off my cock and
she pinched off the base of my manhood,
squeezing almost painfully hard until the
sensations passed. She read the look on my face
to know and when there was no more danger of
me orgasming (at that moment), she released her
grip.
With a smile she moved up, kissed me again, this
time her mouth open and her tongue swirling
around mine… and then her lips were gone. She
kept moving up and soon had straddled my head,
her hands holding my headboard and I opened my
mouth to greet her wet sex as she spread her
knees apart and lowered her pussy down to my
lips and tongue. We shared the “work” as I licked
and sucked on her wetness, my tongue reaching
into her as I could. It wasn’t necessarily easy as
she rocked her hips, grinding her sex up and
down, back and forth, essentially riding my mouth
for her pleasure.
By the time her first orgasm flowed through her
my face was already drenched in her white
creamy juice. My chin, mouth, nose and cheeks
were liberally coated as her body provided all the
necessary lubrication (and then some) that she
might need to open herself for sexual
penetration. She wasn’t ready for that yet
though… nowhere near ready from what I could
tell. She rode my mouth through her first
orgasm, and then her second… and third…
I kept my hands on her hips and ass and
delighted in how the muscles felt when she came,
clenching and releasing rhythmically as her
climaxes overtook her, overwhelmed her and then
began to ease away. With each orgasm, the
length of time between the diminished and by the
time she’d reached her fifth or sixth (I lost track)
it seemed like there was a minute or less between
each one.
I can’t really say how many she had. I know I
sucked and swallowed several mouthfuls of her
nectar as she rode my face until she couldn’t
remain upright anymore – even holding onto the
headboard. She finally started to collapse and,
as she did so, rolled to her left, my right, off my
face and onto the bed. Since she couldn’t fold
forward toward the headboard, she fell backward
instead, keeping her knees bent, leaving her with
her head at the foot of my bed, her thighs spread,
her knees bent up and her feet wide apart.
I rolled onto my side toward her to look at her
body and was excited further by the appearance
of her sex. From half way up her thighs to the
top of her neatly trimmed pubic thatch she was
glistening with her juices.