Two weeks I've known Kelly.
A strangled gasp catches at the back of my throat. I stare down my prone body to where my manhood should be. Kelly's full lips have sunk to flatten my pubic bush. Her chin rests in my ball sack and that brilliant blue gaze watches my groan-stiffened face. By slow and careful manipulation her long fingers have kneaded and encouraged my cock to bend as she wishes; down toward my feet so she is at liberty to mouth-fuck me while keeping her head up and back, eyes fixed on me as she saps my willpower and dissolves me like a lolly-pop trapped and pulled over her tongue.
I am just below average height and my engorged sausage, though stiff as stone, could be considered a moderate length.
And therefore ideal for Kelly to swallow whole.
I've been locked in her delicious oral embrace now for several minutes, riding waves of rapture, my hips juddering on occasion. Kelly barely twitches an eyelash as she rides out my involuntary spasms, keeping eye-contact, soaking me up in every way.
Her palms skate circles, skim up my waist, tummy and chest, fingers split wide as they wash over my aroused nipples. Then flexing on the down strokes to lightly graze my body with her nails. At the mercy of those dragging tingles I am breathless. Her nostrils pant on my belly.
Her eyes close, lashes long, and she gives her head a little shake, hair bouncing, swabbing my cock-end in her throat. She draws back and pulls off me with a wet pop. My cock springs back to slap my belly with a smack. Kelly's mouth becomes a mischievous grin at the plop sound.
"A way to go yet lover boy."
Hard blue eyes; I realise she's barely started on me.
"In a while I'll give you something to remember." Her teeth clench. "First I'm going to do this."
Her hand holds me up in a reverse grip around the bulb. She twists me like a bottle cap, other hand milking my root.
"Like that don't cha?"
"Uhmmmm."
Her flexing wrists speed up, screwing me in opposite directions.
"Fuckin' love it don't cha."
"Ohhhh Fuuuuck Yeeeah."
Breaths fly out of me like great wing beats. She wrings me like a rag, inciting a rush, a taut heat that boils and hardens my testicles, stiffening my pleasure base. Savouring the view at the same time I teeter toward explosive bliss. As if in response to my keen scrutiny Kelly kneels lower, giving me the eager bitch demeanor and nuzzles her face on my thigh as her motions lighten. Her shiny tresses drape over my legs and frame her face, her back an arch up to the heart-shaped mound of her smooth bum. I drink in every inch of her creamy skin. She is groveling between my legs like an elegant animal.
She spits and curls her fingers over my knob end, palm engulfing the underside of my plum, the heel of her hand brushing the glands. An affectionate grip that enlivens my fat head to match her lips; reddened with arousal, swollen into a 'fuck-me' pout.
On this warm afternoon in her bedroom sunlight kisses her hands, highlights her nails polished to perfection, the white crescent tips, her shapely knuckles and joints as they work me, long slender hands that can elicit whimpers from grown men, lacquer affection upon a man with delicate artistry or squeeze him to enthralled submission.
The wood-frame bed creaks softly as she spits and tugs me through a variety of grips, hands writhing my pre-cum around, pushing me through interlocked fingers, waggling the base to beat my cock on the flat pillow of her tongue. Those hands twist on me over and over, slimy through a lather of spit-bubbles. She dabs a few kisses on the tip that make me twinge then drums my belly using my cock. I laugh at this novel perversion.
"Kelly, you're more depraved than I am."
She's all smiles, shaking my rod on my body with thumps. "I'm not sure that's possible."
She lays me flat, presses her palms over me completely. Massaging the balls, stroking the underside and knob all at once. A method that immerses me in such a swell of sensitivity that I roll my head in the pillow, moaning and sweating, twisting the sheets with fists.
Have to hold on... Rocking beneath those hands I glance down and see her cheeks blushed with passion, Kelly's mouth agape, held in a silent gasp. Her control over me has her mesmerised. She can mould and fuck the cum out of me in any way she so wishes and she knows it too.
"Ohhhhhhh," she coos.
She gifts my sensitive cleft with an abandoned rub of her sweet nose, polishing the delicate angles of her tip in my juice.
She stops, scoots up my body and lays on me, sandwiches my cock in her cleavage. Rests her cheek on my chest, the top of her head under my chin. My panting slows and her weight settles on me, comforting.
"Your heart is racing," she whispers after a minute. She's right. My ears are throbbing. "You know what I love about you?" Her voice reverberates through her chest into my loins.
"What?"
"Some guys clam up, try to deny themselves and pretend blowjobs aren't their thing. Not you. You let yourself go. You really let me see how deep I can take you. You're uninhibited and make a racket. I like that."
Her nipples are hard buds against my belly. The firm globes of tit-flesh hug my cock. I offer a slight shrug.
"For me it's even better than fucking your pussy. I've always adored pretty womens' faces, their hair."
I tuck hair behind her ear; tweak the lobe in my fingers. A sigh blows out of her, over my shoulder. A waft of serenity. I feel as though my lower regions are stuffed to the brim with candyfloss. Sweet inflation.
