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goes dry for a second as he readjusts himself in the chair. I've never
seen one in person before…and this one is a lot bigger than I thought it would
be. I bend my head down, kissing his lower stomach and then moving down to his
thighs. I tentatively reach my hand up and along the pink shaft of his penis. I
hear his breath change as my fingers wrap around it…OK, that's a good sign.
I slowly move my hand up and glance at his face. His eyes
close and his head tilts back slightly. When my hand is about to reach his tip,
I move my head over and wrap my mouth around it.
I know to keep my teeth tucked carefully behind my lips –
that much I overheard in the girl's bathroom at school. I slowly move my mouth
down, following my hand toward the base. I don't actually make it there,
because his tip hits the back of my mouth and I can't take any more of him in.
So I move back up, and at his tip again, I swirl my tongue around him. He
groans as I hit the underside of his tip, so I flick my tongue back and forth
there, delighted to have found a sensitive spot.
I work my way back down again, and look up at his face as I
continue. His jaw is clenched, and he's breathing deeply, almost like he's
trying to hold himself back. I'm surprised to feel a wetness grow between my
own legs…something about this is majorly turning me on.
I begin to move faster, tasting my own saliva mixing with a
saltiness that seems to come from him. I glide up and down his shaft and switch
hands, trying to vary up the experience for him. He grunts, and I take him as
far back in my mouth as I can.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moans, and his hips
buck. My mouth fills with liquid and I almost stop in surprise, but instinctively
swallow it and keep going, moving up and down a few more times before leaning
back and discreetly wiping my mouth. I watch as he rather drowsily picks his
head up and looks at me, his eyes blinking slowly open as I kneel between his
legs, my arms resting on his bare thighs. "You're a natural, Bree."
I smile and lean forward, placing a soft kiss on his sternum
before pausing just in front of his mouth. "Is it OK to kiss you
after…?"
He takes my face in his hands and runs his lips over mine.
"Of course. So, what did you think?"
"I…I liked it, actually," I admit. "I didn't
think it would turn me on, but it did. And the taste…it's not like anything
else, is it?"
"I wouldn't know," he says with a laugh as he
reaches forward and picks me up under the armpits as he stands up. "Your
turn," he says, and picks up the bottom of my t-shirt. I lift my arms and
he pulls it off my head. I immediately reach down and unbutton my jeans,
wiggling them down to the ground and stepping out of them. When I look up, we
both smile at the same time, and I shiver excitedly.
Suddenly he leans over and picks me up, tossing me over his
shoulder as I let out a yelp. "I think you weigh as much as one of my
thighs," he observes as he tosses me on my back on the bed. I squirm as I
watch his gaze pass over my body. "Take your bra off," he tells me,
his voice suddenly quiet. I slowly reach behind me and undo the clasp, then
draw it down my arms and drop it on the mattress next to me. "If you thought
last night was good…just wait," he whispers as he leans over me.
His mouth goes straight to my right nipple, sucking on it as
my back arches. I bite my lip and my toes begin to wiggle in pleasure as his
tongue darts over and around it before moving to the other side. He starts to
move down my stomach, going straight down the center, gently biting my skin
just below my belly button on the way.
I feel his hands on my knees, and then they slide up my
thighs, cresting over my underwear and then pulling them down just a
millimeter. His tongue traces over the newly exposed skin, and my body goes
very still. I almost feel like I'm in a trance as he pulls down my panties ever
so slowly. I feel every breath, every stroke of his tongue. Finally, he pulls
my underwear down
seen one in person before…and this one is a lot bigger than I thought it would
be. I bend my head down, kissing his lower stomach and then moving down to his
thighs. I tentatively reach my hand up and along the pink shaft of his penis. I
hear his breath change as my fingers wrap around it…OK, that's a good sign.
I slowly move my hand up and glance at his face. His eyes
close and his head tilts back slightly. When my hand is about to reach his tip,
I move my head over and wrap my mouth around it.
I know to keep my teeth tucked carefully behind my lips –
that much I overheard in the girl's bathroom at school. I slowly move my mouth
down, following my hand toward the base. I don't actually make it there,
because his tip hits the back of my mouth and I can't take any more of him in.
So I move back up, and at his tip again, I swirl my tongue around him. He
groans as I hit the underside of his tip, so I flick my tongue back and forth
there, delighted to have found a sensitive spot.
I work my way back down again, and look up at his face as I
continue. His jaw is clenched, and he's breathing deeply, almost like he's
trying to hold himself back. I'm surprised to feel a wetness grow between my
own legs…something about this is majorly turning me on.
I begin to move faster, tasting my own saliva mixing with a
saltiness that seems to come from him. I glide up and down his shaft and switch
hands, trying to vary up the experience for him. He grunts, and I take him as
far back in my mouth as I can.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moans, and his hips
buck. My mouth fills with liquid and I almost stop in surprise, but instinctively
swallow it and keep going, moving up and down a few more times before leaning
back and discreetly wiping my mouth. I watch as he rather drowsily picks his
head up and looks at me, his eyes blinking slowly open as I kneel between his
legs, my arms resting on his bare thighs. "You're a natural, Bree."
I smile and lean forward, placing a soft kiss on his sternum
before pausing just in front of his mouth. "Is it OK to kiss you
after…?"
He takes my face in his hands and runs his lips over mine.
"Of course. So, what did you think?"
"I…I liked it, actually," I admit. "I didn't
think it would turn me on, but it did. And the taste…it's not like anything
else, is it?"
"I wouldn't know," he says with a laugh as he
reaches forward and picks me up under the armpits as he stands up. "Your
turn," he says, and picks up the bottom of my t-shirt. I lift my arms and
he pulls it off my head. I immediately reach down and unbutton my jeans,
wiggling them down to the ground and stepping out of them. When I look up, we
both smile at the same time, and I shiver excitedly.
Suddenly he leans over and picks me up, tossing me over his
shoulder as I let out a yelp. "I think you weigh as much as one of my
thighs," he observes as he tosses me on my back on the bed. I squirm as I
watch his gaze pass over my body. "Take your bra off," he tells me,
his voice suddenly quiet. I slowly reach behind me and undo the clasp, then
draw it down my arms and drop it on the mattress next to me. "If you thought
last night was good…just wait," he whispers as he leans over me.
His mouth goes straight to my right nipple, sucking on it as
my back arches. I bite my lip and my toes begin to wiggle in pleasure as his
tongue darts over and around it before moving to the other side. He starts to
move down my stomach, going straight down the center, gently biting my skin
just below my belly button on the way.
I feel his hands on my knees, and then they slide up my
thighs, cresting over my underwear and then pulling them down just a
millimeter. His tongue traces over the newly exposed skin, and my body goes
very still. I almost feel like I'm in a trance as he pulls down my panties ever
so slowly. I feel every breath, every stroke of his tongue. Finally, he pulls
my underwear down
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