Goddess of the Moon - Sex Stories

Goddess of the Moon

... to the floor. This is the first time a man, other than your father, has seen your head uncovered since you were a child. Usually the idea of being bare headed, allowing a man to see your coiffure, would be enough to bring on an anxiety attack. Not today though, not in front of me. You shake it out so it hangs pleasingly over your shoulders. You are transcendentally beautiful. Another kiss. You idly trace the outline of my fully engorged penis with your fingertips, feeling it's turgid rigidity still encased in several layers of fabric. It feels different to how you imagined it would, but then you're not quite sure how you imagined it. It’s just seems different somehow. I release the button at my waist and you undo the zip. I pull my chinos down to mid thigh and assertively guide your head to the front of my underwear. You kiss my straining cock through the taut cotton jersey. Toying with the elastic waistband, you slide a couple of fingers underneath and slowly pull down to free my manhood. It stands to attention, straight, proud and ready. At first you simply ogle it, wide eyed and open mouthed. You drink in every detail with your eyes. Foreskin around bulbous helmet, broad shaft with thick blue veins snaking over its entire length. It’s several shades darker than the skin on the my thighs and my balls are darker still. My pubic hair has been recently trimmed, but not too recently, it's a little untidy. With pressure on the back of your head I encourage your face towards my ...

... impatient member. You don't need much encouragement. You rub your face against it. Over your lips, cheeks and under your nose, enjoying the slightly musky odour. With impossibly soft fingers you stroke and play with me, delighting in the unfamiliar sensation. Next you plant little kisses up and down the shaft and onto the head. You notice it’s wet from pre-cum, but don't know what it is. Your sex education was nowhere near that detailed. You glance up at me, a little confused, but my look assures you everything is as it should be. So you continue, parting your lips and giving one big kiss directly to the tip. Your tongue protrudes to lick up the salty fluid. Another glance upwards, seeking my approval. My face gives you all you need. Opening wider, you take me into your mouth, forming a seal with your lips just below the ridge. It feels much bigger than it looked. You suck, bobbing your head only slightly. It is the shallowest of blowjobs, but you expertly use your tongue, curling it around every millimeter of my cock head. Expertly? Yes, expertly. Your god given talent is not limited to kissing it would seem. Despite only having a relatively small amount of my dick in your mouth, this is still some of the best oral I’ve ever received and I relish it. My hand on your head says I want it deeper. You take the hint without me needing to push. Slowly but steadily you take me as far as you can go. It's not all the way, not deep throat, but it's getting there. I decide not to push ...