Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back - Sex Stories

Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back

... have to tell me what he wanted, you know me well enough by now to know what the sight did to me. Kneeling down I took his member in hand and began to jerk up and down, after a moment my second hand found his balls and began to massage gently. Slut me was stirring, wanted this cock inside me, wanted the pure ecstasy of flesh on flesh and subordination. My left hand left his balls and found my clit, but I could hardly leave him short. My mouth closed around the right ball and began to suck, rolling it around my mouth before letting it drop and enveloping the left. My hands did their work, bringing me closer as well as him, both masturbating to the rhythm of my quickening heartbeat. He let me work. Leaving his balls I licked up the full length of his shaft to the tip and then down again, up and down until at last I let myself swallow his dick. It had grown at least another half an inch and it filled my mouth with its size, its taste, its intoxication. The pre-cum leaked onto my tongue as I bobbed up and down. My right hand fell away to brace on the side of the chair as I took inch after inch until, after seven or eight minutes of sucking, I pushed seven and a half inches down my throat. I tried so hard not to gag but on the third deep throat I did and had to pull back, and start the process all over again. He sat in silence did Virgil, but as I once again neared his full length his breathing ...

... started to become heavy. Brushing aside my hair he cupped the base of my skull in his large hands and began to thrust down my throat. I didn't gag, I doubt he would have stopped if I had. String after hot string shot directly down my throat, I didn't even get to taste him until he pulled back and without being asked proceeded to clean his cock. My own hand had faltered as he shot his load down my neck but now I could give my pussy the attention it craved. I let my self fall back against the bottom of my arm chair and spread my legs. Left hand played with my clit but as the right reached to penetrate my lips Virgil slapped it away. I whimpered in distress, thinking he wouldn't let me cum, I needn’t have worried. Bending down he slipped first one then two fingers into my wet and ready slit, fingers so much bigger, so much warmer than my own, so much stronger. First slow, then fast, then faster still he brought me to such an orgasm I screamed like a banshee, if a banshee could cum. Sitting back in his chair Virgil sucked both fingers clean “Am I not an artist?” he murmured again under his breath “You will need a new name,” he said, to me this time. I supposed he was right, Henry certainly didn't fit any more. “I will call you Eden, if you aren’t earthly paradise I don't know what is.” Eden, my name was Eden. I decided that I liked it. It felt good to have a name again, this really would be a fresh start.