Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Five Part 2 - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Five Part 2

... his cock head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his smooth corona and circling his glans with the tip.

"Oh yeah," Paul said as I slid one hand up to squeeze the contents of his scrotum gently.

After a few minutes of using my tongue on his head and my soft hand holding his balls, I detected some swelling of his shaft. I moved my free hand to the base of his shaft and let his cock head slip from my mouth, then asked, "Do you want me to take more inside?"

Paul just smiled, providing an answer to my silly question.

As I lowered my mouth toward him again, I moved my hand up the shaft, collecting the loose flesh just below his corona. Keeping my lips parted, I exhaled hot breath over his cock head, then closed my shiny red lips around him.

I love staring into a man's eyes as I pleasure him with my mouth, and his lustful eyes told me my mouth was pleasing him immensely.

I slowly drew my hand down his shaft, pulling his flesh taut; my lips kept pace with my fingers taking more of his cock between them. Repeatedly I stroked up his cock, my lips moving in unison with my delicate hand, and with each stroke, less of his flesh pulled up, and when I stroked down, more of his swelling cock shaft slid between my lips.

"That feels fucking good," Paul said as, again and again, I stroked from the base up to the growing head.

His phoenix of a cock was rising from the sexual ashes, and once I was confident it was ready to spread its wings and fly, I released his balls ...

... and slipped my hand from his shaft. I lifted my mouth from him; it stood stoically above his loins.

Paul reached for his erect cock, slowly stroked from the head down to the base, and said, "Suck it without using your hand."

"You want me to take it deeper?" I asked.

Paul smiled and nodded his reply. A man's voice from my side said, "Yea, throat his hard cock." I glanced over my shoulder, and while he was still slowly fucking the woman he was with, it was clear he was watching me as I sucked Paul's cock back to life.

But before I'd take him completely, I wanted to commit the image of his now erect cock to memory. I lifted my hand, extended my index finger, and touched his frenulum with the tip of my nail. It lurched away from my finger toward his abdomen. In my mind, I compared this Paul's cock with that of my husband. His cock was twice as big and then some, and now that the flesh on his shaft was drawn tight, the corona flared quite nicely below the smooth surface of his glans.

His cock shaft lacked the matrix of veins; some men proudly sport, but it was solid, and the bulge of his urethra was clearly defined. Yes, this Paul's package was awe-inspiring, and I couldn't wait to feel it surging in my throat and slam into my quivering cunt.

I used my index finger to draw his pulsing cock toward my warm mouth, and as I captured it with my lips, I moved my finger away, wanting to pleasure his beautiful cock without touching it as he had requested.

I took him, ...