1. Aural Sex


    Date: 7/12/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Fritz2011, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    Normally my sides can’t be touched by anybody, but this time it felt mighty right. The next part was kind of a surprise. “I’m going to lift your balls out of the way and kiss your perineum.” Now, I know what a perineum is, but I had only thought of it in terms of kissing and massaging a woman there. Of course, in a man it’s where the prostate is located. You hear something about prostate massages, but not with a tongue and not from the outside. She had bypassed my cock (except to inspect it and give it an experimental taste), planning to save it for later. Then she was going to continue down me. “I’m going to kiss all the way down your legs and find the sensitive spots, clear down to your toes. I’m going to suck on your toes one by one. I hope you’ve taken a shower.” I hadn’t thought of toe-sucking as erotic, but hell, if she says it is … Then she was going to go back up. She was going to do a few things for herself. She liked the idea, for example, of using her breasts to stimulate my cock. I love to touch breasts and find them incredibly soft and sexy, but touching them with anything other than my hands and lips was, like so many other things, foreign to me. But that was just to be a part of it. My cock was reserved for her mouth. We didn’t discuss how big he was. My guess is that she would have found something for every size. I do know this much; she could have done whatever she darn well wanted with him in her mouth and I would have liked it. I’ve received some ...
    cocksucking experiences which have been unimaginative, to put it nicely, kind of fucking the face without the many things that the mouth, tongue and throat could do. She knew a lot of things. Oh boy, did she know a lot of things. She reassured me that she was touching her cunt (yes, she used the word) through all of this cocksucking session. She was getting herself off through me. The difference was that she could talk. I can’t exactly say I could. I could moan and get out a few words of thanks, but my hand was doing most of my talking. Normally I am very fastidious with my language, but I think a bunch of “Oh God”’s came out and maybe a few encouragements of the four-letter variety found their way into the phone. Much of what happened that night has been obscured by what would happen a few days later, when we wanted to make it a mutual experience. I do remember the sensations, though. I felt physically what I was used to feeling. The nerves that went into my cock springing to life; him growing hard; the sweet friction of my hand (I got so vigorous that my poor cock felt sore afterwards) bringing him ever closer. But mainly But I just remember that I was slumped in a chair with lots of white, milky fluid in my hand from what she told me she was going to do to me. Even now it’s hard not to say “Oh, God” and hope my Creator doesn’t mind, even though I’m using both hands to type. This good deed could not go unrewarded. I let her know that I had a few tricks up my sleeve for her. She had ...
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