Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two

... corona distinctly outlined through his flesh, the blood-engorged veins throbbing in anticipation of my touch. His jockeys finally slipped from between his thighs and quickly joined his slacks pooled around his feet.

I placed my hands on my knees and let them slide up my thighs as I changed from a crouched position to kneeling before him. I didn't reach out to touch it; instead, I let my eyes capture the moving image of his cock. The photo he had sent me was a snapshot in time, a frozen image of his rock-hard erection. But kneeling before him, I was enthralled by how it surged the tip touching his abdomen as his muscles contracted, the pulsing of his veins; every tiny nuance instantly embedded in my memory forever.

My eyes moved to his as I said, "It's more beautiful than I'd imagined.

Jerry smiled, knowing that I had studied his erection so carefully, but he wanted more, and as I lifted one hand toward his cock, he said, "Touch it."

My delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft just above his balls; I drew it toward me as I straightened up a little, inhaling deeply to draw the piquant aroma of his cock into my sinuses.

"You're driving me insane!" Jerry exclaimed as my hand slowly rose along the rock-hard shaft.

I stopped when my index finger and thumb reached his corona, tightened my grip, and slowly moved my hand down. His foreskin pulled down, exposing the glans of his cock head, then the smooth flaring flesh of his corona, and finally, the top part of ...

... his cock shaft. I felt as if I was unwrapping an exotic gift. The glans were dotted with tiny globules of a milky white substance, and just below his corona, a distinct line of the same substance circled his cock shaft. It was the smegma that Jerry had told me to expect. I inhaled again to savor the more pungent aroma of his exposed cock head.

Having satisfied two of my three senses, I leaned forward to complete the trilogy. His eyes were glued to mine as I parted my lips and extended my tongue, touching the tip against the soft, moist flesh. I couldn't detect any difference in his taste from that of my husband, so I opened my lips wider and lifted his cock head from my tongue. Jerry's and my eyes closed in unison as my lips circled his cock shaft just below the head. I moved my head slightly, tentatively smearing the smegma evenly over my taste buds. It had a pungent cheesy taste, somewhat bitter, but as it mixed with my saliva, I began to find his taste appealing. I opened my mouth and let him slip from its grasp. Jerry's eyes opened to once again gaze down at me.

I smiled and then said, "Tasty," relieving his concerns that I would find his cock's taste distasteful.

I recalled Jerry's story about his introduction to the lifestyle and how his date had given him the best blow job of his life. As I took him in my mouth again, I was determined to replace her in his memory.

His cock slid slowly along my tongue, my lips softly massaging the pulsing shaft as I took more ...