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Twisting On The Gallows Pole

Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

and explore the little bumps of the areole. “That was a lovely foul, Sir. Thank you,” I breathed. “Oh dear, did I just lose my last piece of clothing?” he said disingenuously. “Mmm hmmm,” I confirmed, my eyes locked on the thick contours of his cock beneath the tight lycra. It had been two weeks since I had had him inside me, and I was literally quivering with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see it again; every time I do, no matter how often, I can never quite grasp the physics of how something so long and thick can possibly enter something as tiny and tight as my vagina. I know in my head that I cannot take it all; my eyes always mark the invisible line seven inches from the tip and I wonder anew what those last two inches would feel like inside me, what it would be like to have his groin pressed into mine as we ground against each other. “Would you like to do the honours?” he asked. I nodded, swallowing hard, my heart hammering in my chest. I turned my eyes up to him. “No more fouls, OK? We’re just playing for position.” He agreed and I got up on my knees in front of him, my face inches away from that straining bulge. I wanted to rip his shorts off, but I moved slowly and savoured the excitement building inside me, making my hands shake as I smoothed them over his covered thighs at the sides, around to his buttocks to squeeze the hard flesh there, and then slowly back around to the front. My left hand ran harmlessly over his thigh, but my right closed over the hardness of ... his cock that ran halfway down the leg of his shorts. I stroked its length, testing the firmness with the tips of my fingers. Wanting to prolong my rediscovery of his cock, I got to my feet and walked behind him, my hand never leaving that wonderful hardness which would soon open me up and pin me to the floor. I closed my eyes and moved both hands up over his stomach; fingers splayed, tracing the hard contours of his abdominal muscles. Standing close with my nipples pressed lightly against his back, I moved further up to his chest, feeling his strong pectorals and lightly brushing his nipples with my fingertips, making them harden like mine. Back down again, just a few breathless seconds away from my first handful of cock for a fortnight, my fingers reached his waistband and passed beneath without pause. Finally I closed my fingers around the root of his manhood. My thumb curled over the top and fingers explored underneath, touching his balls and stroking along that thick cum-carrying vein. I wanted to release him from his shorts before I explored the rest of his shaft, so I reluctantly brought both hands back up, hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slid them down over his hips. As I got to his thighs, I reached around and gently released his erection from the pants leg before lowering them down to the floor. From my position behind him I still couldn’t see my prize, but I wanted to feel it first, measure it with my hands before I did with my eyes. With my arms reaching ...