1. Portals of Mankind


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Essay, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: liampeters, Rating: 42.9, Source: sexstories.com

    waist unbuttoned, she pulls my trousers, then black cotton briefs to my knees. The rest eventually becomes a blur as I watch that Army helmet swallowed again and again, devoured with such relish by those rouge lips. Despite the onslaught the shaft grows more bolt erect and the urge of release is harder to ignore. I wonder did the Satyr pray to Jupiter to see it disappear one more time? There is no time to wonder, as with a gasp I erupt in near Vesuvian style. There is now a denouement, the dilemmas return, and this time to be answered in full. A recess declared, reconvene in bed ASAP. The animal urge at the front door returns, this time without the former encumbrances. She again lies on the altar to Aphrodite, this time naked and suppliant. I begin again in earnest, the kisses, the lascivious use of hands… not a football penalty here, the suckling and tonguing driving ever southward in search of the opening through which all of mankind has passed. There is an air of sweet, heady perfume as the portals of mankind spread open before me and I commence to devour its folds. The pace of things has quickened, a gasp then a long moan and her clamping thighs bury me in the pulsing folds. I lose track of time. Has my sojourn here been only a few minutes or stretched into hours or days? Did I dream this surreal Ecstasy…. her thighs burying my face into her again ...
    and again? I gasp for air as she pulls me ever northward away from the portal. As I drag across the sheets, my God, is my tool steel? I look in her face and her lips mouth a curious word that begins with "F." I do not hear her but the words stop as I watch the Army helmet disappears. Now the rhythm of the dance overtakes me and the Army helmet appears and vanishes at the Portals of Mankind. That soldier is fighting a ferocious battle. To the victor belongs the spoils and the vanquished happily receives my seed. Battle won, the combatants crawl into each other's arms as sleep enfolds us. With a click, MORNING EDITION on NPR fills the room with the sounds of reality. We cuddle together, wondering if the fantasy was real, afraid to break the spell if we ask. My rigid shaft and the slick coating of her folds convinced us it was and might be again. Immediately she is mounted to that task. Such urgency on a still sleepy morning, steel meeting soft flesh then a gushing deposit warms her inside. Sated, I switch off the news and rise to shower and begin the finale, breakfast. She eats but a little, grapefruit, tea, a bite of omelet and one from a fresh baked roll. Work beckons me; there is never enough time. We leave each other at the most inopportune times. Her kiss at the door makes me believe in fantasy again. The Portals Of Mankind remain my Arc de Triumphe.
«123»