That meant that I was in charge. I could suck him off nice and easy. I could take the time to savor his hot young flesh. I began my oral odyssey with a long, sensual tongue swipe from the base of his cock to its tip.
I circled it like a shark circling a lone, helpless raft lost at sea. After building up his anticipation, I swooped in like a predator.
With one superbly executed plunge, I encapsulated his whole cock. I took a deep breath and swirled my tongue around it. I then rolled it back and forth to create some saliva with my waves. I whipped it from one side of him to the other while I slowly dragged my mouth back up to the tip.
I treated his head to an aggressively wet oral massage. I tended to it as if it were its own entity. I probed under the ridge and dabbled at the sides.
Gently, I grazed my teeth against it, then I beat it with my tongue. Finally, I circled the hole again before plunging my mouth back down his prick.
I sucked slowly at first. I wanted to make it extra sexy. I wanted to teach him that some women loved giving blow jobs just as much as men loved receiving them. That in fact, some women didn’t consider blowing cocks a job at all, but an insatiable passion.
It made a wet popping noise as I let it fall out of my mouth. I spit on it and rubbed it in like lotion. It was well lubricated now making the next portion job at all, but an insatiable passion.
It made a wet popping noise as I let it fall out of my mouth. I spit on it and rubbed it in like lotion. It was well lubricated now making the next portion of my dick sucking easier. It was a ravenous oral assault.
I splattered my tongue hard against his flesh and wiggled my lips. I swung my mouth up and down as fast as my neck could carry me.
Cyrus was holding on tightly to the bench. He was moaning, groaning, and gasping. I didn’t need any encouragement but his responses gave my work another boost.
I really went after it then. I was relentless and I didn’t stop until my aching jaws waved a momentary flag of surrender.
“You liked that, huh?” I rubbed my hands up and down his chest again while my tongue tickled his tip.
“That was great,” he blushed. I knew what he wanted next although it was obvious he was too afraid to ask.
“Would you like to fuck me now?”
“Yes, I would. You have no idea.”
“OK, let me lay down on the table.”
“Listen, I don’t mean to be pushy but that ass of yours is something else. If you don’t mind, I just want to bend you over and go for it. I want to see it shake while I do you. It’s my fantasy.”
I was surprised. I had been with a few virgins before and they were much too scared about getting in the right hole to pay attention to anything else. I loved his bravado so I obliged his request. I bent over the edge of the table and hoisted my twat in the air. I parted my ass cheeks so he wouldn’t have any trouble locating his target.
“Don’t worry,” he added. Just because I haven’t done this before doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do.”
He employed his fingers as a probe, running them in between my cheeks until they landed on the edge of my hole. He poked them inside for a second, apparently to reassure himself he had found the right spot. He held it open with one hand and slipped his tip through with the other.
He was still for a moment, almost as if he was having seconds thoughts. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed himself in. He hissed and “ahhed” at the miraculous feeling.
He kept going until my cunt was full. He was still for a few more moments, savoring the initial insertion. He then stirred around exploring the mysteries of my love tunnel.
“Are you ready?” he sweetly inquired.
“Yes.” He was a virgin I thought to myself. Of course, I was ready. It’s not like he was going to fuck the shit out of me. I was just hoping I’d get to cum before he did. I had already sucked him off. I was sure his orgasm was imminent.
I was never so happy to be so wrong in my life. He was right. Though he hadn’t done this before, he knew exactly what to do. The tone of his first few thrusts was expected. They were nice and easy as if he was figuring out how his cock worked inside an actual pussy.
He was a quick study. Those first few delightful strokes were just a preview.
An onslaught of pounding soon followed. He took all that pent-up energy and stress and wailed away. His cock was a bully and I was its victim. He beat it up as if he were trying to prove his manhood.
He whooped me good. He laid me out. What he lacked in a diversity of moves, he made up with aggression and force. Back and forth, he thundered into me.
His bold throttling loosened my grip on my ass cheeks. I was holding on to the edge of the table, taking the brutal pummeling like a
moves, he made up with aggression and force. Back and forth, he thundered into me.
His bold throttling loosened my grip on my ass cheeks. I was holding on to the edge of the table, taking the brutal pummeling especially since I could feel a climax pounding in my body.
I reminded myself that I was fucking before this boy was born. I enlisted my decades of experience in a determined effort to bring him home. I knew I was about to cum so I tightened my wet pussy walls on his cock. I clinched and released again and again until my twat exploded.
I executed it perfectly. Touchdown! That was the game winner. It brought Cyrus to a climax. He leaned back and shot his fluids all up in me. There were no worries on my part. My birth control was permanent these days. I bounced my juicing ass against his groin to prime out every last bit of his nut.
He pulled out of me. I stood and turned around. He was staring at his newly limp cock in amazement. The smile stretching across his face indicated that his thumping of me had relieved all of his stress. It was magic, my magic muff that is. We dressed and headed back separately.
As I was having dinner with the team a few nights later, I noticed someone giving me the eye. It was Chad, starring quarterback and captain of the team. He was a sexy ass beast of a man. If I had my choice of men, he would have been number one. He cut his eyes to the dessert table. I ventured to it under the guise of picking out something sweet. Chad followed me over.
He was straight to the point. “So, if you wanted a good fuck, you could have come to me. I would have fucked your lights out. I got a huge dick and a talented tongue. You’d be screaming for me to stop before it’s all done.”
“Excuse me.” I was understandably taken aback. I thought Cyrus was a gentleman. I thought our night was a secret. Chad quickly clarified.
“You and Cyrus weren’t the only ones out the other night. I saw everything.
I jerked off to the two of you. I was hoping though, that I could get some time with you for myself.”