1. A Question of Gender


    Date: 10/30/2017, Categories: Bisexual, Author: marlowe, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    probing and sucking, faceless people leaving soft sounds of pleasure under a surreptitious veil of mystery. A gentle kiss on the cheek, a whispered voice in his ear and a cluster of warm hands sliding down his body, Emily and Sarah lowering slowly to the floor on their knees, instinct guiding impulse, fingers gripping his cock, hands squeezing his balls, the sensuous feeling of being consumed by two hot mouths firing a surge of blood into his throbbing limb, Sarah sucking the meaty length with eager enthusiasm, Emily pulling his buttocks apart, the well-practiced and therapeutic tongue of a nymph rimming his anus. A frustrated sigh, a shuffle and a cursing gesture of movement, the intimacy momentarily broken by the discomfort of their knees scraping on the vinyl floor, Sarah letting his cock slip from her mouth, Emily giving his buttocks a parting kiss before lifting from the floor. A playful hand gently squeezed his balls, a hungry moan purring in her throat, “You’re so big and so delicious,” she whispered breathlessly. “I’ll be back for more,” Emily announced, brushing a soft hand across his face before disappearing into the intense claustrophobia like a penetration junkie in pursuit of hard male flesh. “Where the fucks Tina?” the voice inside his head asked, slipping away from Sarah’s clutches, searching blindly through the veil of darkness, like a phantom stalker going in pursuit of the breath-taking beauty. The acquaintance of touch, the thrill of discovery, the chase ...
    finally over, the promise of coital connection heightening expectation, the invisible predator kneeling submissively on the floor, the heat of her breath against his naval and her fingers curling around the long thick muscle, letting him know the moment was real. Fisting and pulling, hard and fast, working his cock back and forth with increasing determination, sweeping her cat-like tongue playfully over his balls, nipping his hairy scrotum gently between her teeth, running her tongue up the straining limb, nibbling the foreskin, swirling and dancing around the sensitive head like a talented artist, easing him in and easing him out, swallowing deep, sucking his manhood from the root to the head, feasting hungrily on the meaty flesh. As the music moved into a crescendo, her bobbing head followed the spirited overture, moans and groans joining pants and wheezes, his balls exploding, the release powerful and unforgiving, his seminal fluids spilling in endless bursts into Tina’s mouth. The thought of another flirtatious liaison with Tina was the only reason he went back to the Brandling Club one more time with Sarah. The evening followed the same routine. Too many tangled bodies fondling and groping in a vocal exchange of orgasmic mutterings, the true reality of gender lost in the dark obsession of conspiratorial uncertainty. The experience was certainly liberating and the spontaneous sexual indulgence both erotic and stimulating, but the sexual interaction with virtual strangers ...
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