1. Second Honeymoon Chapter 1


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: tlogtlom, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    treatment. Both hands then on one tit: large left hand around the base, the fingers of the right, pulling at the nipple, squeezing/twisting my most sensitive nipple. He looked up from my breasts and said, “I am going to mark you now.” He lifted my left tit, nuzzled it and then sucked hard on the exposed, tender skin. I knew I was getting the first hickey in over thirty years. “You do want another, for balance?” he whispered. I moaned, “Yeah, do my other one.” Then onto his knees, where he took his time. He stayed down there, put his cheek against my belly and started to stroke my right side, from beltline down to knee. Then came the tongue, across my belly, about where the hair would have grown. Back and forth, back and forth as his fingertips stroked my left upper leg. His tongue and his fingers reached my pussy at about the same time. No one had ever been that good; never have I felt so stimulated. He lubricated his fingers and his mouth salivated on the hood of my clitoris. He was finger- fucking my pussy. I had to stop; we had to stop. He understood. Karl, you say that I should reciprocate when we do things to each other. We adjourned to the bedroom, with its king-size bed, beautiful mountain view, curtains open to the breeze and a man I was going to fuck. Sorry, but I remember no details about the next few minutes. I did the same unbuttoning routine for him, button for button, for kiss for kiss. Anatomically, uncut men are different: aroma, appearance, allure. I like ...
    them. Rex is big, really big. How big? A couple of hours later, just before our last tryst, had we found a ruler in the room, I would have measured him. I am not a tiny lady, but no Amazon either. Could that thing really fit inside me? The girth of his dick was almost as thick as my wrist, long enough to get both hands on it (not around it; too thick, again) and still be able to see the lump of a dickhead beneath its cover. Friends in college called him Beer Can, for obvious reasons. I pulled down on that snake with both hands and the head appeared, bright red and leaking pre-cum already. I pulled back with both hands. Rough, dry, needing lubrication. He told me to spit on my hands, rub them together and then try again. It worked. Next time, I collected pre-cum and mixed that in. Next time, I got a good bit of moisture in my mouth and licked the tip, then put the whole head in my mouth. I was rewarded with the taste of more pre-cum. His whole dick tasted different, muskier, more masculine than yours. I had always insisted on being squeaky clean before you go down on me and I insisted you do the same. Rex's dick and balls had been in his pants for hours. I didn't mind at all. The aroma of his thick hair, large balls, and a hint of something else gave me courage to try to deep throat him. I could get the head into my mouth and some of the shaft, but no more. I concentrated on technique. I licked his balls, then his shaft from base to tip. Then popped the head into my mouth, ...
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