Double Dare(166)

So I lowered my mouth, running my tongue around his glans, tasting that fleshy pink helmet, trailing it lightly.

“Mmm,” I murmured, smiling up at him with his dick in my mouth. “You taste good.”

And Tucker just threw his head back, releasing a roar of pent-up energy.

“You better get on with it, I’m not gonna hang on long,” he warned.

But I was only too happy to obey. Like a famished dog, I went at his dick like it was the last one on earth, tracing the vein along the bottom with my tongue, then flipping around and running my tongue along the top of his shaft. I pulled the skin at the tip tight with my fingers before pushing my tongue into that sweet slit and was immediately rewarded with a gush into my mouth, the sperm sticky and salty.

“Mmmmph,” I mumbled with dick in my mouth. “Mmmph.”

Tucker was insistent, grabbing my hair and angling his dick in deeper and I let him face-fuck me for a bit. His cockhead crept down my esophagus, making me choke a little, coughing reflexively, but I fought off my gag reflex and let the cock sink in deep, cramming me full, cheeks bulging.

Meanwhile, my hand crept to his balls, one hand squeezing his testicles gently before wrenching hard.

“FUCK!” he roared, fingers practically pulling my hair out now. “Fuck you!”

And I just smiled up at him, cheeks crammed full with his pole. But I knew he liked it from the way he was breathing hard, that massive chest heaving, his eyes on fire as he thrust his shaft in ever further, even harder, making me choke and gag. And I was rewarded with another deep spurt of semen down my throat, straight to my stomach, his penis losing it, inch by inch, little by little.

So I turned back to his balls, running my hands over the soft skin. God, they were so hot, so wobbly yet the essence of man started here, this was the factory for the good stuff. So this time I made my thumb and forefinger into an “O” and squeezed his testicles in between them, slowly applying pressure.

“Fuck, like a ball ring,” he grunted above me, “who knew you were such a fucking slut.”

But of course the answer to that was clear. I’d never been with anyone but him, so the big man was the only recipient of my ministrations, the only man I’d ever touched so intimately, fucking him nasty. And I was rewarded with another deep spurt of semen down my throat, the releases were coming faster and harder now, the warm liquid rushing into my mouth, alerting me of impending climax.

And when I poked a finger into his ass, orgasm hit like a raging earthquake, a tornado blowing through the big man’s frame.

“FUCK!” he screamed, fingers gripping so hard into my skull that I was sure I’d have a headache. “Fuuuuuck!” But I’d maneuvered my lips so that as he released lash after lash of white, it didn’t go straight down my throat and into my body. Instead, I caught mouthful after mouthful in my cheeks, swallowing some but making sure to keep some in reserve, storing it up like a squirrel in winter.

“Fuck!” he shouted again, hips jerking, dick twitching in my mouth. Oh yeah, another big mouthful came my way and I tucked it away, my cheeks bulging now, I probably looked like Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Finally, the shudders ceased and the big man exhaled mightily, head tilted back, showing off that strong jaw. The muscles in his neck were still tense, the cords standing out, his pecs twitching a bit with tremors but his dick had stopped juicing for the most part, just stray droplets spurting reflexively, a little bit here and there, nothing I couldn’t handle.

So pursing my lips tightly, I backed off his pole, careful not to lose any of the cum in my mouth. Slowly, the cock inched out, shining and wet, covered in a mixture of saliva and hot jism, so much that it looked like it was dipped in superglue. And once I got to the tip, I pressed my lips together before popping the head out of my mouth, careful not to lose a single drop. Oh yeah, I had a mouthful of cum and I knew exactly where it was going.

Still kneeling at his feet, I struggled with my sweater before pulling it over my head, flinging the white cashmere to the side, tossing it in a careless pile. Oh fuck yeah, I had better things to do that folding my clothes, they wool could get trashed for all I cared. Because my boobies were bare now, I hadn’t worn a bra, the huge ovoids full and heavy, heaving slightly with my excitement. And the good part about having huge tits is that I can suck myself. Oh yeah, I’ve done it more than once on a cold and lonely night, reaching down into my nightshirt to lift a nipple to my mouth, sucking hard on it, cramming myself full of breastflesh while frigging my cunt. And that was exactly what was going to happen now.

Positioning myself carefully on my knees, I lifted a heavy tit to my mouth before parting my lips and letting the wet cum drip all over, saturating my nipples as I kissed and licked them. Oh fuck, it tasted so good, the sperm on my breasts, the wet cream mixing with my hard nips. Oh fuck, it was too much and I needed my other boob as well.