Love's Surprise - Sex Stories

Love's Surprise

I find my concentration torn between the pleasure I am receiving and the fascination at the ferociousness of the mouth currently attacking my cock. A beautiful woman is swallowing me whole and at a gusto that should scare me. Thankfully, instead of teeth scraping me, her tongue seems to surround my shaft. At this point, all I can do is lie back and enjoy the attention and the sight of my cock piercing her luscious lips.

As she rises, I feel her tongue swirling around my cock. Flicking my engorged head with the tip of her tongue, I hear a popping sound as the seal she has formed is broken. Moving down to my balls, I can feel them being vacuumed into that glorious mouth.

Juggling my balls with that marvelous tongue, she strokes my saliva-soaked cock with abandon. She must realize at this pace I will not be able to hold back any longer. I warn her of my impending release. Maintaining her hand assault, she places her mouth inches above my cock. Unintelligible words escape my mouth as I explode. The first couple of shots land on her beautiful, closed lips as she quickly lowers her open mouth to accept my remaining load.

Staring straight into my eyes, she smiles, my fresh cum visible on her lips and teeth. Leaning in she kisses me, a sloppy, wet, cum filled kiss. Surprised by the cum kiss, but not totally unaware of the taste of my own cum, I accept the kiss with an open heart and my open mouth. It is, however, at this point that I understand I am definitely with a ...

... unique woman.

It is now my turn to excite this loving lady beyond the level she has lifted me. I am eager to unveil what I know must be a vagina that is to become my heaven. Standing I pull her up off her knees, already salivating at the thought of tasting her. But as eager as I am to discard the plaided schoolgirl mini skirt that she wears covering my feast, I must first pay homage to the exquisite breasts displayed before me.

Large firm and rounded mounds of perfect flesh demanding to be touched. Nipples extended, I must force myself not to bite them, but to be satisfied with just a nibble. Suckling as a newborn, my hands moving as if I were kneading dough. Kissing my way south, I stop to kiss and tickle her bejeweled belly button with my tongue. Impatient hands roaming, finally grasping the ass of my queen.

As my rushing fingers fumble with the removal of the small cloth blocking me from my goal, I feel a gentle hand on my head. A light touch that somehow signals me to stop. Looking up, an expression of why appears on my face, I see tears in her eyes. Instantly believing I have done something wrong, somehow possibly hurt my newfound love. I apologize for everything and promise to do whatever I can to see the smile return to her face.

My pleas of absolution only increase her sorrow as she begins to cry harder and runs to the couch. Rolled up in the fetal position, me kneeling beside her on the floor. I hear the dreaded “It is not you; it is me” between her sobs. ...