He Did It In My Mouth - Sex Stories

He Did It In My Mouth

... him and I wanted to be the best cocksucker that ever lived. I would have sucked on his cock for as long as he wanted and however he wanted, but he had a little different idea. He moved me two feet backward without ever taking his cock from my mouth. I felt the wood paneled wall against the back of my head. He stepped up closer to me and had both of his hands on my head. His hips – they – they began – they began moving. He was – he was – he was fucking me! He was fucking my mouth, slowly, very slowly, but he was fucking my mouth! That 60-something year old man was fucking me in the mouth! In a dim-lit basement. Late at night. And -------- and ---- I was letting him do it! In fact, I felt almost like a girl. My mouth was like a pussy, that was my conclusion. He wanted my mouth to be like a girl’s pussy. He wanted to have sex in my mouth like other men did it in girl’s vaginas. He had said I would like it. He was right: I DID like it. It felt good. His hardness. Feeling the sexual need that seemed to throb in his shaft. A grown man somehow finding sexual pleasure in my mouth like he would in an adult female. It made me feel adult. I was having adult sex. I was giving him pleasure like other men found in girls. He went slow. He groaned. He called me a cocksucker many, many times—not to be derisive (I don’t think)—but it seemed more that he loved that I was good at it, especially for my first time doing it. He began going a little faster and his fingers pressed my head a little ...

... more. Even though he was holding my head in place, I was also making sure my head stayed how he wanted it so he could fuck me just like he wanted. I was so into it and surrendered to it and filled with sexual excitement and wanting it to last for hours and hours and dieing to hear him tell me when it was over that I was a great, great cocksucker. I mean, if I was only going to do it that one time, then why not be the very best and give him the best “mouth” I possibly could. I felt desperate to hear his tell me those things. I wanted a grown man to tell me that I was the best sex he had ever had, or at least the best he had had in a long, long time. I craved his appreciation and I would have done anything with my mouth to get it. His language was broken by his lust and the fucking of my mouth but he slowed his fucking and managed to ask if I knew about semen. I tried to nod. He asked if I had ever seen it or knew how it was ejaculated and I shook my head, or tried to. He explained it was a safe and healthy fluid; that it shot out in spurts; that he would be extremely pleased if I would let him ejaculate in my mouth (I nodded even though I didn’t know much about the topic but I was desperate to please him), and he told me when he was ready, I would know and when that time came that I should push my tongue down hard against the bottom of my mouth and then back as far as it would go so it would close off my throat and keep the spurts from gagging me. I felt practically insane with ...