A Dream Come True Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 03

... with surprising urgency, she gripped the base of his cock to steady it, leaned forward and pulled him slowly into her mouth. Her tongue dragged slowly along the underside as she took him in, a purposeful gesture on her part. He reached down with no small amount of relief that she'd chosen to help him finish, and he gripped her head, beginning to fuck her mouth. Her eyes widened, her tongue eagerly tried to lash at his cock, but he moved too quickly for her to keep up in her inexperience. So she just did her best not to gag each time his head hit the back of her throat.

He was careful not to push in too far, to avoid forcing his way into her throat, and eventually he decided the best choice was to keep his movements shallow. The only issue then became that she wasn't the best at maintaining her balance while kneeling, nearly falling over when he wasn't able to fully control himself in the moment, and he pulled free of her lips after a moment after the realization hit that things weren't going to work at this rate. She just wasn't picking it up quickly enough.

She turned her gaze upward and gave him a concerned look. "What's wrong? Am I not doing well? I'm sorry.."

Before she could go into a tailspin, he interrupted her with a smile. "No, no, you're doing fine, just your balance is kinda off. Here, move this way." He directed her toward the nearby blank wall, softly pushing her back against it, and then, her head. She was confused, but let him maneuver her however ...

... he needed to. Then he slipped past her lips again, beginning to fuck her mouth again in earnest. With her head against the wall, he had to be careful not to let his hips hit her face, but now, he could genuinely take his pleasure from her. There was one less thing for him to worry about, since he had to be careful not to make her gag either way.

Her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing, and he watched as her hand slipped past the waistband of her pajamas. He knew immediately she was masturbating furiously. She couldn't hide it even if he hadn't noticed, since in the relative silence of his childhood bedroom, the wet noises she made as she rubbed herself were far too obvious. He slid his fingers against her scalp softly, then gripped her black hair, just to see how she enjoyed it. He heard her moan out deeply around him, and he knew that this girl, like the ones before her, was his. Maybe not quite completely, but she was definitely a work in progress.

She got better at keeping up with him as time went on, her tongue slipping around the head every time he slid into her mouth as far as he'd dare, and she tried her best to open her throat for him in those rare times his body betrayed him and forced him forward. This made her gag a little, but she regained control rapidly if he slowed somewhat afterward. Her free hand reached up to softly take his balls in hand. She didn't do much with them, just touched, felt, pressed gently against him to feel them against her ...