as far as the edge of the towel he'd tucked around his hips. He shifted his knees apart. Accepting the wordless invitation, I slid my palm up the near-hairless skin of his inner thigh. My knuckles joggled his weighty shaft, causing his breath to hiss through his teeth. He unwrapped the towel.
'Suck me until I'm hard again,' he said. "That is, if you wouldn't mind.'
I smiled. 'Of course I wouldn't mind. I love going down on you.'
To prove it, I bowed over his lap, lifted the head on the cupped flat of my tongue and tipped it into my mouth. Heavy as he was, I had to trap him in my lips to hold him steady. Then I licked him, large circles and small, pausing now and then to flick the tiny blind eye or the sensitive array of folds on the underside of the head.
My efforts were not in vain. In less than a minute he'd reached full tumescence. He put one hand on his shaft and urged himself an inch farer into my mouth.
'A little more,' he said. 'Please.'
What red-blooded male only wanted a little more head? But he'd learn to ask for everything he wanted, once he discovered how happy I was to give it. I swallowed more of him, tonguing first beneath the flange, then to the edge of his gripping fist. Bit by bit, I coaxed his hand away until I was bobbing slowly up and down his length. My throat relaxed as I found my groove. My hands kneaded his thighs like a pampered cat. I thought - as I had many times - that I'd been born to do this, born to feel this smooth, tropical flesh slipping between cheek and tongue and palate.
Joe breathed deep and slow, obviously enjoying this, obviously trying to stay loose. 'Oh, man, look at you.' He slid his hands down my back and kneaded the muscles of my bottom, pulling my cheeks apart with each circling squeeze. 'Oh, man, you are so gorgeous. I love watching you suck me, the way your whole body moves with it, the way your mouth hollows when you pull, the way you make me wet from tonguing me so well. It is so rucking sexy.'
His praise made me want to please him all the more. I sank forward till my nose brushed his crisp, black thatch.
'Oh, honey. Oh, yeah. Turn for me, sweetheart. That's right. I want to do it for you, too.'
Careful not to lose his mooring, he rearranged us on the bed until we both lay on our sides. He kissed my cunt so tenderly it made my neck go limp. He kissed me the way most men only kiss women's mouths, as though the flesh there were beautiful and delicious - infinitely desirable, endlessly lovable.
I hummed my enjoyment into his erection, running my hand in long, grateful strokes down his legs. He hummed back and burrowed deeper. His chin settled over my clit, rocking it hard. The remnant of his beard, faint from his recent shave, burned pleasantly over the hood. I might be sore later but now the friction was just what I needed. He probed my sheath as deeply as he could with his tongue, spearing in and out like a small, flexible penis.
It felt so good, I wanted to thank him somehow.
I thought of Sean. With a shudder of anticipation, I dipped two fingers into my juicy well. Joe started in surprise, but quickly resumed what he'd been doing -until I pushed the lubricated digits between his buttocks. He grunted as they slid past the ring of muscle guarding his gate, stiffened when they reached the first knuckle, and moaned when the webbing struck home. The smoothness of his passage surprised me, and the tightness. No wonder men liked this. I wiggled experimentally.
His cock leapt in my mouth and his anus clenched my fingers. His reaction excited me so much a gush of cream welled from my sex.
'Mm.' I pulled up my favourite lollipop until it slipped free with a smack. 'Say, Joe, where would I find your prostate?'
His laugh sounded more like a cough but he did answer. Towards the front, right about where your fingertips are. But, Kate, wait a second before you go exploring. You might get more than you bargained for.'
To my surprise, he reached down and repositioned his cock
'Suck me until I'm hard again,' he said. "That is, if you wouldn't mind.'
I smiled. 'Of course I wouldn't mind. I love going down on you.'
To prove it, I bowed over his lap, lifted the head on the cupped flat of my tongue and tipped it into my mouth. Heavy as he was, I had to trap him in my lips to hold him steady. Then I licked him, large circles and small, pausing now and then to flick the tiny blind eye or the sensitive array of folds on the underside of the head.
My efforts were not in vain. In less than a minute he'd reached full tumescence. He put one hand on his shaft and urged himself an inch farer into my mouth.
'A little more,' he said. 'Please.'
What red-blooded male only wanted a little more head? But he'd learn to ask for everything he wanted, once he discovered how happy I was to give it. I swallowed more of him, tonguing first beneath the flange, then to the edge of his gripping fist. Bit by bit, I coaxed his hand away until I was bobbing slowly up and down his length. My throat relaxed as I found my groove. My hands kneaded his thighs like a pampered cat. I thought - as I had many times - that I'd been born to do this, born to feel this smooth, tropical flesh slipping between cheek and tongue and palate.
Joe breathed deep and slow, obviously enjoying this, obviously trying to stay loose. 'Oh, man, look at you.' He slid his hands down my back and kneaded the muscles of my bottom, pulling my cheeks apart with each circling squeeze. 'Oh, man, you are so gorgeous. I love watching you suck me, the way your whole body moves with it, the way your mouth hollows when you pull, the way you make me wet from tonguing me so well. It is so rucking sexy.'
His praise made me want to please him all the more. I sank forward till my nose brushed his crisp, black thatch.
'Oh, honey. Oh, yeah. Turn for me, sweetheart. That's right. I want to do it for you, too.'
Careful not to lose his mooring, he rearranged us on the bed until we both lay on our sides. He kissed my cunt so tenderly it made my neck go limp. He kissed me the way most men only kiss women's mouths, as though the flesh there were beautiful and delicious - infinitely desirable, endlessly lovable.
I hummed my enjoyment into his erection, running my hand in long, grateful strokes down his legs. He hummed back and burrowed deeper. His chin settled over my clit, rocking it hard. The remnant of his beard, faint from his recent shave, burned pleasantly over the hood. I might be sore later but now the friction was just what I needed. He probed my sheath as deeply as he could with his tongue, spearing in and out like a small, flexible penis.
It felt so good, I wanted to thank him somehow.
I thought of Sean. With a shudder of anticipation, I dipped two fingers into my juicy well. Joe started in surprise, but quickly resumed what he'd been doing -until I pushed the lubricated digits between his buttocks. He grunted as they slid past the ring of muscle guarding his gate, stiffened when they reached the first knuckle, and moaned when the webbing struck home. The smoothness of his passage surprised me, and the tightness. No wonder men liked this. I wiggled experimentally.
His cock leapt in my mouth and his anus clenched my fingers. His reaction excited me so much a gush of cream welled from my sex.
'Mm.' I pulled up my favourite lollipop until it slipped free with a smack. 'Say, Joe, where would I find your prostate?'
His laugh sounded more like a cough but he did answer. Towards the front, right about where your fingertips are. But, Kate, wait a second before you go exploring. You might get more than you bargained for.'
To my surprise, he reached down and repositioned his cock
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