Halloween, Trick Or Treat – Mike’s Story - Sex Stories

Halloween, Trick Or Treat – Mike’s Story

... sucking only the top of my achingly hard member. Again, she took me in, then back to the tip, flicking her tongue as she went. Suddenly her rhythm stopped, she held me deep as she clamped her lips around my shaft. Without using her hands she worked at me with her lips, taking me another centimeter deeper. My whole length nearly disappeared into her mouth; my manhood against the back of her throat. This was bliss. My hips forward, my hands pinned to the bed, I was rushing towards the point when you know your going to cum. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I had never felt anything so wonderful, the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was slowly tipping over the edge of infinite pleasure. Jo must have sensed that I was close; she worked her lips back along my shaft until, once again, only the head of my cock was in her, oh so, soft mouth. She swallowed me to the hilt once again and held me deep. In a heartbeat, I had arrived at the point of no return. I tried to warn her by whispering, “Jo I’m coming.” She closed her eyes and pulled back slightly as my spunk flooded into her mouth. Jo never swallowed, she just let my juice drip from her lips and run down my shaft onto my belly. She produced a box of tissues from nowhere, and handed me a couple from the box. We cleaned ourselves up. I sat on the edge of the bed giddy with the afterglow. We huddled together naked. I could hear her heart thumping as I lay my head on her chest. Lust filled her greenie blue eyes as ...

... she gazed up at me. She started to sexily bite her bottom lip so I placed my finger onto her lips to stop her biting. She kissed my fingertip. Jo reached down to my groin. I shivered under her touch, as my penis started coming back to life. She massaged and teased me until I was fully erect again. Moving down the bed she knelt across my lap facing me, her breasts in my face. I nuzzled between her cleavage, drinking in her fragrance. The heady scent of feminine musk, a mixture of perfume, soap and womanhood. I kissed her breasts, lightly flicking my tongue, tantalizing her nipples. Kneeling astride me I could feel the warmth of her privates straddling me. Her moistness coated me as my shaft slid between the lips of her vagina; Jo squirmed to get the positioning just right. Closing her eyes we locked together, my penis nestled inside the soft folds of her sex, stimulating her clitoris with my every movement. I wallowed in her dampness. Jo’s was rampant, she loved having her pussy lips separated while my penis massaged and pampered her clitoris. I knew she was nearing her peak. Her panting breath had become erratic and laboured. I slowed the pace, intentionally making each thrust very slow with extremely long stokes. I held her hips and pulled her onto me. Her breasts bobbling in my face, her nipples begging for attention as she rode me. A stifled moan escaped the back of her throat. “Oh yes, keep it there, slowly, slowly,” her voice croaked as she started to climax. Jo groaned ...