1. A Lush Encounter


    Date: 9/2/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: sweet_sammy, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    strained groan against your shoulder. I wait, lax and still, shuddering a little, until my breathing is quiet and regular again. Then scoot back on your thighs and press my palm over your crotch, and hear you suck in your breath hard in surprise. Hand trembling, I rub back and forth over your masculine bulge, eliciting soft gasps and lingering sighs from your lips. “I’ve never done this before,” I say, blushing. “Will you teach me?” Breathing heavily, you reply, “I’ll teach you to suck me.” My hand goes on working over your arousal. “I’m scared,” I say, my voice small and tremulous. “Tell me what you want me to do.” You pull me close. Hold me tight, almost desperately against you and pant in my ear, “Get on the floor. I want to feel your mouth on my cock.” Without hesitation I slip out of your arms, off your lap, and onto my knees on the floor where I’m framed in the V of your legs. As you unbuckle your belt, unzip your zipper, work your underpants and jeans down to your knees, you keep your bleary gaze on me. Watching my eyes go bright and my body flex rigid as your cock springs forth. I flinch away, overcome by the sight of the veined column of tumescent flesh protruding from its fluffy base. As I gaze diffidently at the thickly engorged organ and the sagging sac of balls snug between your parted thighs, fear, subtly mingled with excitement, pulses through me each time my heart thumps in my chest. “Touch it,” you pant. Tentatively, with just the tips of my fingers, I touch ...
    it. My fingers curve around and I gently draw my hand slowly up, along its length, over the textures and contours. “It’s so hard and thick…yet so delicate,” I say, mesmerised. “Be firm with it, Sammy. Squeeze it. Stroke it. Rub the head. I promise it won’t break.” In the curve of my palm it feels hot and heavy and animate. Curious, I study the warmth and heft of it, feeling it pulse and twitch in my grip, almost as if it has a life of its own. Following your instructions, I graze the full, flushed dome with the pad of my thumb. Stroke the part that looks like the grove in a plum. Your glazed eyes lock onto my hand on your cock, and your chest rises and falls, lifting and dropping your shirt. I brush my hand along the veined ridge down the length of the shaft, into the fluff coating your balls. You cradle my jaw, look into my stupefied eyes, and stroke my cheek with your thumb. “Come on, Sammy, give it a suck,” you whisper in a raspy growl. Then, cupping a hand over my clenched fist, you graze the glistering wet head against my mouth, smearing my glossy-red lips with pre-ejaculate. I gather all the courage I can muster, and then carefully, tentatively, tilt it towards my face. While you watch, your belly fluttering, I bring my mouth to the thick, flushed crown. I caress you first with my lips, tasting the petal-soft skin. Smelling the scent. Sensing the warmth. I try using my tongue, gingerly at first, touching it faintly, leaving the velvety skin wet with saliva. And then I ...
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