Honorable Discharge - Sex Stories

Honorable Discharge

... Duncan’s hand and walked backward pulling him toward the back of the apartment. She kissed him again, still walking backward, pulling his hand to the small of her back. Wrapping her in his powerful arms he lifted her off the ground crushing her into his chest, his fingers entwining with her hair as her mouth danced over his. Her hands worked his belt as he carried her to the bed, laying her gently on her back, their tongues still wrestling with each other. Breaking their passionate kissing briefly, Duncan rose to peel his t-shirt off, exposing the muscles beneath. Managing to get his belt loose, Southern wasted no time getting his button open and zipper down. She descended on his still arousing member, pulling it free from his shorts, pleasantly surprised to find him well endowed. Without wasting time she slipped her lips around the semi-hard phallus sucking as much into her mouth as she could fit. She felt the tip bump the back of her throat and she swallowed hard to hold her gag reflex in check. She could feel him swelling quickly in her mouth and realized he would soon be too big for her to properly deep throat. Being careful not to drag her teeth she slipped him out enough to wrap her hand around the shaft, keeping the loose tip of his prepuce between her lips. Stroking down the shaft with her hand she slid the head of his now hard cock back into her hot mouth, pulling the skin back to let her tongue stroke the sensitive underside of his head. Southern began stroking and ...

... sucking in short, rhythmic motions, letting her tongue do the work on his head while her stroking stimulated his foreskin. Duncan breathed in short ragged gasps. “Slow down,” he teased. Southern couldn’t help herself, she enjoyed sucking cock almost as much as she enjoyed sex. He was just starting to precum, clear, salty-sweet rivulets of thin syrup that she licked off of his pulsing sex when Duncan finally pushed her away. He pressed her down with his own body, pressing his chest into hers and pinning her to the bed. He wiggled out of his pants and shorts and set to work on her. Her ample breasts were aching to be touched, her dark pink nipples stuck out through her nightshirt. Duncan had no trouble finding them. His fingers played over them, sending little shocks of pleasure through her spine, but she wanted more. He provided it. Kissing her passionately again his hands slid under her shirt lifting it slightly as his rough hands cupped over her creamy flesh. The hard buds yielded to him, his rough hands intensifying the sensations washing over her and she moaned softly into his mouth. Encouraged by the sound, Duncan lifted the shirt over her head completely and immediately nuzzled into her smooth skin, his lips and tongue wrapping around and playing with her nipples. She buried her hands in his short hair pulling him as close as she could get him. Duncan slid one hand to her back, pulling her tightly against him while the other massaged the breast he suckled. Southern was ...