Never be the same - Sex Stories

Never be the same

... meant, I'm ... I'm straight! Wait, ok? Please don't let him suck me, I'm not gay!" But even as the last word left his mouth, his cock entered Gerald's. Mrs Benedict watched his muscles tense even as his jaw went slack and just giggled back at him "We'll see"

She leaned back in the lounge and spread her thighs, her fingers moving lasciviously over her slick pink lips and large, engorged clit, sliding into her juicy canal now and then moving back to rub her love button, which was almost a small cock itself. If Ian had had his wits about him then, he would have guessed it to be more than an inch long, extruding from her meaty folds.

Instead, Ian watched in horror and reluctant ecstasy as his young phallus vanished into the hole in the gimp mask. He'd had blowjobs before. Once his "gf" had come over half drunk after a concert with her friends and had insisted on sucking him as passionately as she knew how. The experience was still top three in his spank bank. But this, this was something else.

It was like this man had muscles in his lips and tongue to match the ones he had everywhere else. It hadn't been a minute, but Ian had already begun to think about baseball. It's like his soul was being sucked out through his overeager teenage fuck stick.

Mrs Benedicts eyes never left his. She started taunting him, "Uh oh, you're not gonna come are you? Not yet baby, he really enjoys young cock. Let him have some fun first. My Jer jer loves big teenage dicks, doesn't he?" Ian ...

... felt the man groan what he assumed was a big "Yes ma'am" around his engorged schlong.

Gerald didn't even have use of his hands, being bound behind him, but his mouth alone was begging, no, COMMANDING Ian to release his pent up load. Ian never could have imagined such a blowjob was possible. This man's mouth was better than any pussy he'd ever even imagined.

After several minutes of watching him struggle to stay "straight" by not cumming in her slave's mouth, she rose and approached her two big dicked slaves. "He's really good right?" she giggled, "He always gets that load. Always." She put her fingers, still wet with her lady juice in his slack open mouth on that last word.

"It's ok, baby, it's just a blowjob. A mouth is a mouth, right? It doesn't mean you're gay if you spurt a big creamy teenage cum load in my husband's throat. I promise, he'll appreciate it" she said in the same teasing voice.

Gerald's mouth was undeniable. He engulfed all 8" of Ian's big cock meat down to his now swollen balls, and all the way back to flick a tongue over his aching purple dickhead, and then again, and again. Ian was losing himself with this hot milf's sexy voice in his ear and this well trained blowjob machine worshipping his throbbing organ. He was beginning to realize this was a losing battle. But he still held.

"Please ma'am, I'm really not gay, please tell him to stop, please, really..." but his voice just sounded whiny and unconvincing, even to himself.

"Oh really?" ...