| Straight: Threesomes: Visiting the Doctor (9/10) |
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surfing an endless wave of ecstasy. My fingers slowed, drenched with cum. My body eased, relaxed and surrendered itself to the flood of euphoria that was consuming me, wrapping me in its warmth. I lay still for moments that seemed like ages, relishing my orgasm. Only my fingers moved, gently brushing my clit and setting off little eddies of pleasure swirling through my limbs and setting them aquiver. Slowly the tide ebbed, leaving me becalmed. My mouth was as dry as my body was wet. Across from me, the doctor's eyes were tightly shut. His fist was pummelling his cock. I climbed off the couch and knelt between his legs. I prised his fingers away from his cock. It wasn't large but it was thick. The veins stood out like those in a bodybuilder's arm. I ran the backs of my fingers from tip to base and back to the tip again. I drew down his skin so that it sparkled like stretched satin. Then I cupped his balls in my hand, squeezing them deftly. He groaned with gratitude. I bent forward. My tongue glided up his shaft as lovingly as, so many years ago, it used to lick an ice lollypop, catching each sweet droplet of juice. But his cock was warm, and throbbed and quivered with his need. I raised my head. 'Which feels better, my lovely doctor? Your hand or my mouth?' 'Your mouth. Don't stop,' he pleaded. My lips devoured the pink-purple head and sucked on it hard. Then my restless tongue flicked back and forth across it, stabbing into his slit, and working its way along the ridge on the underside of the head. Doctor Damon was writhing and bucking with pleasure. I drew my lips back to the very tip, sucked on it harder still, and then plunged down another inch. Under my guidance, in and out his cock slipped. I squeezed his balls more tightly. He groaned loudly and pushed up into my mouth. I held him down and took in all of his cock. Then I drew back and teased the head again. His protests were even louder now. His limbs were stiffening. I could feel he was about to burst. I wanted him to spill his seed into me but, for some reason and at the last moment, he held my head in his hands and pushed it from his lap. I drew back, but too late. A milky spume of cum splashed the side of my face. I felt his body slacken and then, breathlessly, he sank back into his seat. I was exhausted by the dream, my own coming and now sucking him off. Utterly spent, I leant my forearms on his thighs and watched his cock slowly shrink until, like a little mouse, it crept back into its undergrowth. I leant forwards and kissed its pink head. Then I sat back, my knees bent beneath me, and stroked Dr Damon's thighs. The doctor opened his eyes. By now beads of his cum were dripping from my chin and dribbling down my throat. 'My God, Eve, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to...' 'Don't worry,' I smiled. 'It's supposed to be good for the skin.' He wiped a smear of cum from my cheek and offered it to my lips. I sucked on his fingertip |
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Damn Amaryllis !!! "Blazing 3 Points !"
