A Woman’s Touch
The house is dark and quiet, my shirt sticks to me as I swing my legs off the bed. I need a glass of water so badly, and I decide to tiptoe downstairs. In the kitchen, I notice through the doors of the back patio that Mike has chosen to crash outside on my big hammock. Now, that’s a smart idea, I think to myself as I move closer to the door, finishing my glass of water. I nearly choke on the last gulp as I realize that he is completely naked, laying on his back in the light of a half-moon, an empty wine bottle on the grass beneath him. Even from the twenty or so feet away, I can clearly see his body, muscular, but not overly so, a hairless chest, a lean stomach, and a thick, limber prick gracefully curving over his large ball-sack, and it’s uncut. I feel a short, quick twinge in my pussy. It’s beautiful in an ugly way. I’d never seen an uncut prick before in the flesh, and I can’t take my eyes off of it.
As if in a trance, I see myself quietly sliding the glass door open, feel the cool grass on the soles of my feet, feel the cool night air caressing my slippery thighs, until I’m suddenly kneeling at his side, my eyes glued to his magnificent organ. I glance at his face. Asleep soundly. His strong chest rises and falls in a perfect rhythm. My breathing is shallow. I feel my breasts growing a little heavier, my nipples beginning to sprout beneath my damp shirt. I return my stare to his prick, and the petals of my pussy wetly blossom. My mouth grows dry again as I drink in his raw prick, so primitive looking, so animal-like, unleashing something in the depths of my mind, something as raw, as primitive, .as animal. I lean closer, inhaling the delicious musk of Mike’s prick and balls, and my head spins, intoxicated. The aroma makes my mouth water, and suddenly I am swallowing hard.
My nipples are now almost painful. My heart threatens to burst through my chest, I am lightly panting, oh god, I blow a long, cool breath through pursed lips over his manhood, and delight in watching his balls slowly move in their fleshy bag, causing his thick prick to roll towards me, the hood surrounding the head. I think how cute, it wants to play, it’s flirting with me, and adjust my lips to blow the next stream directly at the tip of his handsome organ. His meaty prick responds again, this time sleepily raising just enough to lift the fleshy knob off of his thigh, fattening just a little, the hood pulling back just a bit to reveal a hint of pink head, and my greedy pussy receives another delicious twinge. I can’t help myself.
My hand reaches out, and one long-nailed finger touches the shaft lightly at the base, just the nail, and teasingly, ever so slowly, traces the thick ridge of muscle, all the way up towards the covered knob. I watch with little-girl delight and curiosity as his prick twitches and thickens as if it is giggling from my tickling nail, until just below his hood, when Mike suddenly grunts in his sleep and rolls over onto his stomach, hunching his hips into the netting.
Part of me says my fun is over, go back to bed. But another part of me has been taken over, and that part says I must see this lovely organ in full bloom. I duck down on all fours to look under the hammock, and I am greeted with the sight of a half-hard prick, neatly captured through one hole of net, his balls straining through two others. I shudder as a mini-orgasm passes through me, untouched, making me pant a little harder, my mouth open and wet. And then I am on my back underneath him, his raw, animal prick inches from my lips.
I’m dizzy. My tongue slides out of my mouth as my neck strains upwards, and I whimper as I make teasing contact with this delicious piece of meat, the tip of my tongue lightly flicking at the fleshy opening of his foreskin, teasing, burrowing, painting the bit of pink prick head that’s beginning to emerge from the hood, Mike is still silent above me, but my mind is shutting down to concentrate only on the treat in front of my mouth. My tongue has coaxed more of his glistening prick head out now, a thin line of saliva connecting us, and his stalk continues to slowly thicken and lengthen, until I no longer have to raise my neck from the cool grass. His raw knob is now swimming in a pool of saliva between my teeth and cupped lips. I bathe it lovingly, letting my teeth wetly slide back and forth across it. Soon he reaches his full length, a thick, gorgeous hunk of prick, firm and demanding, and my mouth is forced open to accept a few inches of him. I clasp my lips so very lightly around him, caressing rather than sucking, as my eager tongue wrestles his juicy head out of its hood. His knob is a salty velvet balloon, we are one now, connected, prick to mouth.
I watch his balls move and rise slightly as my lips close behind his prick head. My mouth begins to milk it, so gently, almost chewing, nibbling. My head moves gently side to side, like a lazy fish, hooked. I burrow my tongue into his hole, tasting his salty precum, and my hands slide down my hips and meet at my pussy, fingers of one splayed to hold me open, two fingers of the other splayed on either side of my tortured clit. He is so hard now. No longer a playful organ, now a demanding prick. I whimper softly as I work myself slowly to orgasm, nursing on my mouthful of salty shaft, drawing us both to madness. I feel his pounding heartbeat against my tight lips, hear his breathing becoming more erratic. The mixed fear and excitement of Mike waking runs wild through me, causing me to work my fingers and mouth harder and faster.
My pussy makes wet, juicy noises as it opens and closes around two fingers, my clit being raped by the palm of my hand as I fuck myself. The still night air is awash in my scent. It’s cuming, building, my orgasm, it’s going to blind me. My eyes are clamped shut as my hips hump my fingers, and by reflex and instinct my mouth sucks hard on the bloated prick head, my tongue pressing against it, drawing, sucking. Then that beautiful tremble, that primal, slight pause from a prick that is ready, it’s pushing me over the edge, and I cum so hard, hips writhing, mouth slackening as long, thick streams of hot salty cream fill my mouth.
I turn my head, releasing his meat, helpless inside my own orgasm, and feel his strong prick pressed into my cheek, pumping and retreating as his seed runs down my neck, and out of my gasping mouth. I try to calm myself as my orgasm gradually subsides, opening my eyes to see Mike’s glorious manhood slowly shrinking, his prick head slipping back into his slippery foreskin, still dripping cum onto my soaked t-shirt as it recedes. All is soon quiet again. Mike seemed to sleep through it all. I slip out from under him and take my T-shirt off, wiping up his spilled seed from my neck, face, and shoulders. I slip back into the house, throw my shirt into the laundry, and slip back into bed, hotter than before, but so satisfied.
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