Page 81 of S is for SEX

I tingled from head-to-toe.

Without explanation or any spoken word, he turned and positioned himself beside me with his head close to my thighs and his hips beside my shoulder. Flat on my back, I stared up at the ceiling and wondered.

Mentally ill-prepared for the emotion and euphoria I was feeling, I gulped a choppy breath. I wanted to speak, to say something, to tell him how I felt, how he made me feel, and how deeply I enjoyed what we were doing.

But I was afraid.

I didn’t want to change anything.

I opted to keep my mouth shut, and for some reason, he did too. Maybe, I guessed, he felt no differently than I did, and didn’t want it to end.

He lifted his hips and began to climb on top of me, lifting his cock above my face. I craned my neck and encompassed the head of his dick in my mouth, lightly sucking against the soft flesh as he lowered himself onto me.

A jolt ran through me as his tongue flicked against my clit.

Oh. My. God.

The thought of sucking his cock while he licked my pussy was beyond exciting. I imagined it being a contest, each of us attempting to either match the other’s oral sexual performance or exceed it, and all of it would happen in unison.

Like synchronized swimmers, executing each movement perfectly in time with each other.

I eagerly took him into my mouth.

He slid a finger into my wetness.

I began to work my mouth up and down the shaft while his hips began to softly buck in perfect time with my movements.

His finger worked in and out of my wet slit, and at the same time, his mouth kissed and sucked my swollen nub. I raised my ass from the bed and pressed my pussy against his mouth.

A tingling sensation ran from my nipples to my clit, and returned – repeatedly.

He inserted another finger. In response, I took more of him into my mouth.

He began to moan. The pace of his thrusts increased slightly, ever so gently forcing more and more cock into my mouth. Having the tip deep in my throat turned me on terribly, and I, too, began to moan against the flesh of his swollen shaft.

I felt a fingertip against my asshole. In anticipation of him entering me, I began to suck his cock wildly. He pushed his fingers deep within my pussy and curled the tips of them against my g-spot.

Something I had tried to find with little luck, he had found without instruction.

His fingertips tickled the sensitive flesh, sending a wave of ecstasy through me. I reached up, gripped his tight ass in my hands, and forced his cock deep into my throat.

His finger penetrated my ass.

Dear God.

He sucked and licked my clit while his fingers fucked my ass and pussy at the same time. In and out his fingers worked me into a puddle of emotion while he nibbled and sucked my love button with precision.

I felt myself quickly racing to climax.

I thrust my hips up from the mattress over and over, fucking against his face. The sound of him sucking my pussy alone was enough to bring me to orgasm, but his fingers made it so much more enjoyable.

My body shuddered in orgasm and I groaned against his cock, burying it deep in my throat. I needed a breath of air desperately, but at that moment I would have rather died than stopped short of satisfying him.

Another orgasm shot through me deeply, causing my muscles to contract. I pulled down on his ass, forcing the last inch of his manhood into my mouth.

He let out a groan, his hips made two or three short thrusts, and his warmth filled my throat.

Eagerly, I swallowed him completely, satisfied that I had pleased him.

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