1. Sarah Redux - Part Four


    Date: 1/29/2016, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: mike8253, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    my body jerk, back arch, legs weak, and those little involuntary guttural sounds of pleasure escape my mouth. I held onto the cold steel frame of the jetty light with both hands. In very little time, I was close enough to unloading my seed that I told Sarah that if she didn’t slow down, I was going to cum. Sarah did not stop or even slow down. She held my shaft with both hands and sucked on the enlarged head until I could take no more. “I’m going to cum!” I blurted out, now at the point of losing all control. Sarah did not stop. I quickly reached the point of no return, when there is nothing one can do but surrender to the wishes, wants and needs of your body. Sarah was not in any hurry. She slowed just enough to keep me at the edge. There was no question that I was going to cum; it was simply a matter of when Sarah would let me cum. The master that she is, Sarah kept me on the edge for several more minutes, slowing her movements until she had stopped stroking altogether. She held the base of my shaft in one hand, and my balls in the other hand, and just flicked her rough tongue over and around the sensitive, plump head. Salty pre-cum flowed from my leaking manhood. I could not move. My body and soul were numb with pleasure. Time stood still. I needed the sweet release of an orgasm. “Please,” I said weakly, just before I exploded. There was a harsh, raspy noise, maybe a yell, possibly a scream that bounced off the fog and surrounded us. It was a voice from deep within me, ...
    although I had no ability at the time to discern that it was me expressing vocal pleasure as my release finally came and cum raced through my cock seeking its destination. I experienced one strong contraction after another as my body was thrown back against the light stand. I shot ribbons of white goo into the cool sea air. I heard Sarah struggle with the thick fluid as she tried to swallow my load. When my pleasure was over, I stood in the fog, still disoriented, holding onto the light tower, and shaking from the experience. Sarah, after a few minutes of gentle stroking, licking and sucking, stood and hugged me. For a few moments at least, it did not matter where we were, or how wet and cold we were, or even that there was some danger involved. Two bodies had become one, alone in the fog, at the end of an ocean jetty. My erection quickly faded in the cold, wet air, while strings of cum continued to ooze out of the tip and drip down my leg. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked, knowing full well what my answer would be. I did not tell her at the time, but that blow job was one of those experiences that is never forgotten. It is a permanent memory. One of those experiences that is called to mind each time there is a mist or fog, or even when there is just a chill in the air. …………. Sarah had begun to stroke my cock hard and fast just as I'd unloaded the first thick spurt of cum. Without any visual perspective, she'd struggled in the fog to catch each long string of goo in her mouth. At ...
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