Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two

... his waist.

He smiled at me and withdrew my hand, "Dianna, have you ever sucked an uncut cock?"

I was somewhat surprised at his question, "No, Paul was circumcised at birth," I answered.

He held my hand in his as he explained, "An uncircumcised man has a distinct taste; the buildup of smegma beneath the foreskin can cause what I've been told is a cheesy taste. I can wash up if you think you might find the taste unappealing. I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply on the mouth, our tongues intertwining in a sensual dance of passion. I pulled my hand from his and again stroked his erect cock; breaking our passionate kiss, I said, "I want to taste you, not a bar of soap."

I wanted to touch him; no, I needed to feel his beautiful curved cock, and as I used my thumb and index finger to lower his zipper, I bent and crouched before his loins. His crystal blue eyes stared down at me as my fingers slipped through the opening of his slacks, finding his rock-hard cock once again. Turning my hand down, I stretched my fingers out and slid the tips down over his scrotum, feeling the twin orbs of his testicles. "Oh, God!" Jerry exclaimed as I paused there to gently caress his balls through the cotton fabric of his jockey's. My fingers began upward, following the bulge of his urethra until I reached the head. I used the tip of one nail to trace the outline of his corona, causing him to shudder as I caressed his sensitive flesh.

Both hands moved up to undo his ...

... belt; the loose ends dangled from the first loops around his waist. One quick twist of my fingers opened the clasp that held his slacks snuggly around his waist; as the fabric opened, I got my first look at the size of his erection. From the base of his scrotum up to the head, which pressed against the elastic waistband of his jockeys, Jerry's cock was at least nine inches in length. I needed to see its girth; I needed to see first-hand the outline of his cock head covered with the thin flesh of his foreskin. My hands moved up and lifted his slacks off his hips, then slowly moved down, sliding his pants to the floor; as I dropped his pants, Jerry quickly unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it from his body.

I looked up over his naked chest, the muscles of his abs more defined than I imagined. The wedge shape of his upper chest enticed me, and before I uncovered his cock, I reached up, extending my arms fully and slowly scratching down over his hard body, his erect nipples, and the washboard of his abs. I didn't linger on his body, wanting to reach my ultimate goal of his jockeys as soon as possible.

As I neared the elastic waistband, Jerry said, "Dear God, please, take it out."

My fingers trembled as I began slowly peeling his underwear from his loins, exposing what I craved most. His cock head appeared first; the very tip was poking out through the thin foreskin that concealed the rest. Inch by glorious inch, more of his cock came under my acute visual stare; the flaring ...