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Free Oral Sex Stories - Total Desire
As soon as I saw his truck pull into my driveway, I smiled brightly. A glow washed over my body making me instantly warmer.
“I love your smile,” Cary said as he held me tight. He’s so strong and powerful, so much taller than I. He bent down and kissed me hard on the lips. As I kissed him back, I closed my eyes and took in every feeling that he made travel through my veins: safety, warmth, excitement, happiness, lust.
After staring at him for a long time, I stood on my tipsy toes and kissed him again.
“You’re quivering,” he said.
“Don’t worry, it’s a good thing,” I said, and continued to kiss him. I almost had to think to breathe, and I wasn’t doing a lot of thinking.
Our bodies pressed together, as I reached up to run my fingers through his hair. As my hand rest on the back of his head, I pulled him to me. It was passion at it’s strongest. Hands were everywhere and kisses followed. It only took minutes of being together for us to be aching for the other. It was just so new and exciting. I wished somehow to keep the passion that we shared.
Ever so slowly, we unzipped, unbuttoned, shed the other’s clothes. It was not hurried, yet still every touch was an ache waiting to be fulfilled. His lips and tongue on my nipples and his hands on my breasts made me quiver, squirm, and moan. As his powerful hands moved down my body to the sensitive spot between my legs, I moaned and said his name through heavy breathing.
“Cary, you’re so sexy and exciting,” I said.
I widened my stance, so he could explore the warm ache between my thighs. My wetness had already formed just inside the lips where his fingers wandered. We laid down on the floor next to each other, kissing frantically. My hips thrust up to meet his finger. I could hear how wet he had made me. Endlessly, we stared into each other’s eyes, studying, watching.
“How many fingers can you get inside me?” I whispered.
He watched my face as I felt the pressure of another finger dive into me. It was hard to breathe. I began gasping for air as yet another finger slipped into me. His eyes never left mine as his fingers danced inside. There was no thought in my head to tell me to keep taking air into my lungs. I reached up to kiss him so he could breathe life back into me. My hips kept thrusting up to meet his fingers as they buried themselves in me. As the wetness increased, he slid a finger lower, slowly penetrating my ass. Tingling feelings like a wild electrical current traveled through my body. He kept kissing me as he probed my deepest desires until the quivering of orgasm took over. I felt so good that it was as if I had been heavily drugged. As I held on tight to him, he whispered in my ear, “Breathe, Darling. Don’t pass out on me.” I hadn’t realized I wasn’t breathing or thinking, just feeling. I was nothing but nerve endings wildly scurrying throughout my system. “Come on, you, breathe for me,” he repeated, softly.
“I am,” I said, looking at him. I rolled him over, hopping up on my knees beside him. He was terribly handsome with graying hair and blue eyes. His body is so strong and sexy and as I ran my fingers down his naked flesh, I moaned. It was as much of a turn-on to touch him as to let him touch me. I straddled his thighs, facing him. My dripping desire melted on his legs. The palms of my hands ran down his chest, stomach, and hips. My eyes stared down the awesome specimen before me. How perfect he is. How I ached to please him and hear his moans.
My fingertips traced shapes over his body, leaving a trail of goose bumps. He softly moaned, trying to reach for my body to touch me, yet I wouldn’t let him. I touched his balls, his thighs, the hardness that let me know he ached for me as much as I did for him. As I stroked the long, aching need, he moved his hips. I couldn’t take my view from the man who got me going more than anyone had ever before. “He’s so beautiful,” I kept thinking.
“Please me, baby,” he said. Like a robot controlled by his wishes, I knelt my head to the shaft that needed release. Sliding my wet lips down as far as I could, he brought himself to happily greet the back of my throat. It was a gift to be able to please him, to hear his breathing quicken, and his moans escape. He was giving me a part of himself, and I was glad to take it. Then his thrusting began to move faster, his moans deeper. His balls were full and tight to his body. I desired more than anything to taste his gift. A moment later, with his orgasmic moans, I received my wish. His cum flowed into my mouth and down my throat. I felt so lucky, so warm, so desired.
After I swallowed every drop, Cary pulled me up to him, holding me close and kissing me. For a long time, we just stared at the other, savoring the total desire that we shared together.
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