Three Men and a Boi-Mouth - Sex Stories

Three Men and a Boi-Mouth

... noises and, as Carl was leaving, I could no longer resist. I had to see him; see his face; try to comprehend what Thursday had meant to him. Was I just a cunt or did he actually care? He emerged from my aunt’s bedroom with a flushed face. He glanced at me, seemed surprised, grinned, nodded, and put his hand to his ear as if to say he would call me. An hour later, he called and explained that he had to give things time and continuing to see my aunt was “good cover for what you and I are doing." He had said, "are doing" and that meant it wasn't a one-time thing. It's not that I was convinced that I ever wanted to do it again but it was important that I know he was convinced that he did. “Hell Brynn, truth be told, I would rather fuck a good mouth than pussy. Just something about doing it in someone's mouth. My old lady don’t suck and neither does Daisy. But you . . . your first time doing it was amazing. You did it to get me off and you didn’t once touch yourself. Now THAT is a cocksucker. Thursday Brynn. At the corner; 7pm." I waited on the corner feeling like a street whore. He pulled up in a black car and I got in. He was rubbing his pants and began talking about my mouth and that he couldn’t wait and he knew a perfect place, one he had scoped out a couple of days before. He drove about a mile from town and turned onto a darkened and unfinished bit of asphalt and he pulled back into some bushes and asked if I was ready. He didn’t wait for my reply. He unzipped his pants and ...

... pulled out his stiffy and pulled my head down to his lap. “Show me what a good cocksucker you are, Brynn.” The word “cocksucker” drove shims of eroticism into my fractured being and I became helpless to him. My mouth surrounded his shaft and my right hand fondled his balls and I gasped with lust and began sucking; sucking on his hard cock; sucking on the erect penis of a grown man! My head moved slowly. He reclined his seat. My mouth went down further and before long, I was bobbing my head slowly up and down and using my right hand to slowly stroke it. He moaned and sighed and that made me even hotter to be a great cocksucker. I gave a little more rhythm and he told me to not go too fast because he didn’t want to cum too soon. I slowed and sucked softly and moved my head in a sensual manner. In time, he put his hands on my head and pumped my head, then a little faster. Dammmmmmmmmit! I couldn’t believe it! I was in a parked car, in a dark area, and I was blowing a 40-something year old man! I was sucking him off—in a car—in the dark and he was fucking me in the mouth, cranking my head up and down as if using my mouth to masturbate himself! My excitement compounded when I realized that not only was he 40-something but I was sucking off one of my aunt’s boyfriends! He was doing it in my mouth instead of in her! My head bobbed. My fingers stroked. His cock seemed even harder. It twitched. I sucked. He groaned. His hands grabbed my head. His hips thrust upward. He cried out like ...