The Mighty Mac - Sex Stories

The Mighty Mac

... brushed across me. I was ready to come again. He looked over and then ran two fingers between my lips. I moaned and closed my eyes as he did, there is nothing like his rough fingers on my sensitive skin. I leaned over and slipped him between my lips as he moaned and tangled his fingers in the hair on the back of my head. His cock was hot, the flesh warm against my fingers as I lowered my head onto him, swallowing his girth as far back in my throat as I could. I could feel the car's speed changing, his foot on the break reacting to what I was doing to him. I inhaled his scent and dragged my tongue along him. I love to suck cock. I love how sensitive it is, how you can lick it and then blow along the skin and watch a man's face glow with pleasure. "Oh baby," he moaned, taking his hand off of my head. "God, that feels good." I slowly pulled up, letting his now wet cock back into the open while I toyed with the tip, letting my tongue circle the bulging head, tickling him. I licked my hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of him so I could jerk him while I teased. "You like that?" I asked. "Don't stop," he purred, turning into a curve, the engine racing while the tires gripped and leaned our bodies toward the door. "Come for me," I whispered. "I want you to let go." A clear bead of precum glistened around the tip of his cock as I stroked him. I licked it off and closed my eyes, knowing how close he was, knowing that his own orgasm ...

... was just about to happen. I could feel mine closing in. I pushed two fingers into my dripping gash. I couldn't stop myself; I could feel it like a weight in my chest, the inevitability of it. I went at him anew. I bobbed my head up and down on him, fucking his cock into my mouth, feeling him pulse as he got closer, his hips began to thrust - deeper and faster. I held my lips tight around him, my tongue against the taut flesh. Yes, fuck my mouth, cum. I spread my legs as wide as I could and stretched myself with another finger. The walls of my cunt were slick. I closed my eyes as the waves of my own pleasure began to wash across me. I moaned around his thickness. His breathing quickened. The pressure of his ecstasy moved up the length of him as he clenched and cock swelled in my mouth. My nose was reaching his pubic hair, his cock was at the back of my throat, and there were three of my own fingers spread wide in my quivering darkness when he came. He groaned and pumped his hips into my mouth. Bolt after bolt of hot, sticky cum splashed across my tongue. I swallowed as fast as I could, but the liquid pushed past my lips and dribbled down my chin. It felt so good; his orgasm and a mouth full of his essence. I pulled off, catching my breath, and a splash laced my cheek. He glanced the last few milky drops slide down his shaft sent me over the edge. I closed my eyes and fucked my fingers into me, feeling my own juices slide into my hand.