String Of Pearls - Sex Stories

String Of Pearls

... hand, I took his dick in my left and began caressing it with my tongue, from base to tip. My tongue slowly tortured his erect penis, rubbing back and forth along the rim of its head. I could see the blue veins bulging out along the shaft. This probably wasn’t going to take long. I pulled my lips tight over my teeth to provide a cushion for his cock and moved my head forward and down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. If I was going to let somebody face fuck me it was going to be a good fuck. As I began moving my head back and forth, slowly at first, I let my tongue run wild on his rock hard prick. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing and occasional groan, and my soft slurping noises. Charley put his hands on my shoulders and began moving his hips forward to meet my bobbing head. Now, this is something I don’t really care for, I prefer to be in control when giving head, but I realize that this s a reaction that men don’t really have much control over. It’s just instinct, I guess, and I adjusted for it, besides, I was pretty turned on myself, and I assuming that when this was over, he’d reciprocate, if not orally or with his wang, then with a broom handle for all I cared. Then I felt the first hint of a throb from the boner in my mouth, and I knew it he was about to shoot. I tightened the fist that was clutching the phony pearls and that’s when the shit hit the proverbial fan. With the first throb of his prick, my right hand shot forward like I was ...

... punching something, ripping the beads out of his ass . Then I hear him yell,“UNGGG, MOTHER FUCK!” With that his hips literally lunged out, hitting me in the face, tipping my head back, his hard dick slammed against the back of my throat, the first shot of cum whitewashing my tonsils (That ends the question of whether you’re a swallower or a spitter, in that circumstance you’ve no choice. It’s out of your hands, trust me). It also triggered my gag reflex. As I fell back on my ass, coughing up semen, Charley staggered backwards drunkenly, still cumming. Come in my mouth? He came in it, on it, in my face, in my hair, I was a fucking mess (Hey, there’s poem there; Cum on my face, cum in my hair, there was cum flying all through the air. Anybody wants to set it to music, go ahead, claim it for your own.). Fortunately, we were by the bed when all this happened. Charley stumbled back, hit the bed, and fell back on it without hurting himself. I sat on the floor leaning on one arm, coughing and laughing hysterically at the sight of Charley lying on the bed, his now semi erect cock waving back and forth still dripping jism. All I could think of was, what if I’d had to call the ambulance, how would I have explained it? “Well guys. It’s like this, I was blowing this fool who had 8 to 10 inches of costume jewelry shoved up his ass and when I yanked it out, he swooned, fell and broke his neck. It could have happened to anybody.” Would I have gone to jail or the loony bin? Who knows? Anyway, ...