Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two

... inside; he passed the depth my husband could reach and continued until he reached the point that my sex toy-filled.

With his cock head poised at the tight ring of flesh where my throat began, Jerry pleaded, "Swallow it."

My lips were four inches from the base of his cock; I reached up and put my hands on his hips, drawing him toward me. The head stretched my throat open and slipped through. For the first time, I had a man's cock in my throat, something that I've fantasized about for so many years. I fully expected to gag but didn't, finding the sensation so incredibly erotic that I just pressed forward until my nose nuzzled into his pubic mound. I slid my hands down and gathered his balls in my palms, squeezing them as I contracted and released my throat muscles, massaging his cock head and some of his pulsing shaft.

Jerry reached out and laced his fingers into my hair just above and behind my temples. I fully expected he would begin moving my head, but he just wanted to touch me.

I slowly began moving my head until his cock slipped back into my mouth, then forward to engulf it deep in my throat. My eyes filled with moisture, and my saliva glands went berserk. As I throated his beautiful curved cock, I thought to myself, you've fulfilled one of your fantasies, Dianna; you've experienced having a rock-hard cock embedded in your throat. The sensation far exceeded my expectations.

Jerry finally used his hands to pull my mouth completely off his surging cock; long ...

... thick strands of saliva stretched from my tongue to his cock head then snapped and coated my lower lip and chin with a mixture of spit and smegma.

I looked up into his crystal-clear blue eyes and begged, "Fuck me,"

He knew that his was the first cock to visit the soft, moist flesh of my throat, and my request to fuck me was an invitation to go deeper inside my wet pussy than my husband could ever reach.

He lifted me to my feet and spun me around, pressing my body against the door. We had barely entered his home, and I'd already let him enter my throat. His deft fingers unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders, tossing the garment aside. His eyes roamed over my shoulders and chest, and his hands flattened against my belly, softly squeezing the excess flesh I had there from carrying my babies.

I shuddered under his gentle touch and wanted more. "Take my bra off," I pleaded. I wanted to be naked in front of him but was somewhat self-conscious of how he would react to the sight of my slightly droopy tits.

His fingers moved to the clasp between my C cups and undid the hook; ever so slowly, he pushed the fabric aside, and, in my mind, the flesh they had supported flopped down onto my belly. As he leaned back a little to slip the shoulder straps off, I said, "I'm sorry...but Jerry placed one finger against my lips. "Never be sorry for what life has given you."

I smiled and kissed his finger as he tossed my bra toward where my blouse had landed.

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