1. 05. Charlotte and the Venustemple


    Date: 3/21/2016, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    sculpture exhibition,” she said. “Umm. Yep.” “It’s a museum of …erotica.” “Doesn’t everyone know that? I was surprised you were so keen.” She slapped my arse. “What does that mean?” she said. I shrugged. She sighed. Her stomach moved at my confused half-mast. “I’m sorry I’m not as porno as the other girls,” she said quietly and this broke my heart. I tipped up her face and kissed her. Her lips were hot, and her tongue bolted into my mouth. Not its usual tentative flicks. Afterwards, her eyes shone from behind her fringe. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” she whispered, “pictures going back hundreds of years. People doing all this… stuff.” I slid my hands up the back of her jumper, just to feel some skin. She trembled against them, her hands petting my bottom in thought. “And looking at all these pictures, with other tourists. Innocently. So strange. So open.” She kissed my chest. “I rushed round, but it kind of… went through me.” I kept my mouth shut, grabbed the hem of her jumper and tugged up. “No. Stop.” She stepped away, wrapping her hands around her stomach. Her eyes wide at my nodding, rising, cock. “Listen. There’s something I saw. Something I’ve never tried. But it’s a bit… embarrassing.” She spoke to my hard-on. “There was this video of a couple, in slow-motion. He was cumming, like, loads. And she was… Oh God, I don’t believe I’m saying this...” hissing a nervous laugh, “She was licking him, his stuff. As it pumped out everywhere.” She looked up at me, eyes ...
    narrowed as if trying to read my mind, gauging my reaction. She cleared her throat and smiled awkwardly. “It looked, sort of… sensuous.” She took hold of my straining hard on, ran her fingers lightly up it, lighting it up like a fuse. “I know it sounds kind of yucky, but I’ve never done it. And I quite like the idea of being the one girl who… fluffed you.” My mind ground to a halt. “Fluffed,” I said. Intelligently. “Mm-hmm. I want to taste your spunk,” she whispered. As if that made it polite. As if that wasn’t the single most unlikely thing I would ever expect Charlotte to say to me. To anyone. I thought I would pass out, my heart trying to leap right out of my mouth. She had this sexily sibilant “s”, as well. To this day sibilance can make my heart flutter. “Fucking hell,” I said. She cackled and dropped to her knees. Her ‘guilty secret’, not to mention her stroking, already had me close and my cock bobbed toward Charlotte’s grin as she settled in front of me. Her anxious glee threatened to pop me there and then - and for many years to come - and it only got worse. She twisted me round so she could watch us in a tall dressing mirror. She stroked my rock cock, kissed it and gently licked it, testing it against her hands, lips and tongue. It looked like a great, rude lump in her soft, small fingers and against her cheeks as she nuzzled at it. I paced my breathing, calming myself, never wanting this to end. She took it into her mouth and hummed until I was even harder, her tongue ...
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