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For Eva

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For Eva by Bloomleo@hotmail.com (Bloomleo@hotmail.com)
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It was as I was exploring your breasts with my mouth, when you said it: "Take your cock out." I had been teasing you slowly, pulling on each nipple with my lips. . . getting them wet . . . and blowing cool air on them as they hardened. With the first breath, you had arched your back, pushing your breasts out towards me. With the second breath, you clenched the couch and laughed. I smiled, slowly enclosed each breast with my mouth, and pulled back again, leaving them coated with warn saliva. The third breath. You groaned and curled your toes.
And then you said it: "Take out your cock."
I looked up. "Take out my cock?"
"Yeah, take it out for me." Slowly I pulled myself up and stood next to the couch. Your hands quickly moved to take over where my mouth had left off. I began to unbutton my jeans as I watched your fingers pinch, pull and circle your nipples. Leaning over, I lowered my jeans to the ground and stepped out. Standing back up, my cock tented by boxers far away from my body, pulling them snug against my ass.
"Keep going," you said, smiling up at me. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband, I pulled the elastic away from my body, over the head of my cock. Spreading my legs slightly, I let them drop to the floor. You smiled again.
"Nice," you said, "now stroke it for me." I reached around with my hand and firmly grasped the shaft. My thumb and forefinger formed a ring right below the ridge of the head. I took the first stroke upwards. Shivers ran up my back. Then a downwards stroke. Then up again. Slowly, I began to build a rhythm.
"How does that feel?" you asked, never taking your eyes off my hand as it slid up to engulf the head.
"Fucking fabulous." I responded between breaths. As I answered I felt more blood rush into the shaft, making grow thicker, tauter, causing the ridge of the head to puff outwards.
"You like doing that, don't you?" you asked, looking up with a mischievous smile. I nodded yes. "You do that when I'm not around . . . not around to suck it for you, don't you?" I nodded again. "When's the last time you stroked your cock without me around?"
"This morning, in the shower," I answered. Precum began to work its way out the tip of my cock, lightly lubricating the head.
You raised an eyebrow. "What made you do that?"
I smiled. "I was thinking about eating you out and how much I love the way you taste. My cock got hard and I just started stroking it 'til I came." You smiled. Slowly you snaked your right hand down your stomach, through your beautiful dark curls, and down between your legs. Effortlessly, you parted your lips with two fingers, drew them up and circled your clit. For a moment you closed your eyes and arched your back, lost in the sensation. Then, two fingers plunged inside of you. The corners of your lips (the ones on your face) curled up. Then you pulled the fingers out and held them up to me, glistening in the afternoon light. I could smell your sex . . .. In my mind I could taste it.
You read my mind: "Want a taste?" Without bothering to answer, I leaned over and greedily took both fingers into my mouth. Closing my lips around their base, I pressed them up against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and slowly pulled away. The sweet taste gathered on my tongue. You groaned with pleasure and let your hand drop back between your legs. Once there, your fingers began to again work up and down between your lips.

by that time the head of my cock had become slathered with precum, leaving it slick and glistening. I settled onto the couch and straddled your chest, facing towards you. A look of curiosity spread across your face as you wondered what I was up to. I reached out with my left hand, grasped your right breast, and drew the nipple towards me. Leaning over, my right hand began to draw the head of my cock in lazy circles over the nipple, coating it generously with my precum. With each stroke of my hand, the head of my cock glided round your breast on a glaze of its own precum. Behind I felt your hand begin to work your pussy harder. The smell of your juices began to fill the room. I had an idea.
I moved forward and straddled your head with my legs. You hardly bat an eyelid. Slowly, I lowered my balls to the point just above your mouth. My hand tugged my cock forward, drawing my balls taut. I paused.
I heard you breath in, felt you lift your nose to my balls to take in my scent. Then, suddenly, I felt it. The slightest little tickle which began at the back of my scrotum. Your tongue lightly flicking. Then you licked forward. The sensation was maddening. My cock began to twitch in my hand. You did it again. Then, one by one, you circled each sack with your tongue. Unable to hold off, I began to stroke again.
I had to lean forward and grab the side of the couch when you took both of my balls in your mouth and began sucking on them. Hearing the squishing sounds coming from behind me, I looked back over my shoulder to watch your right hand working up and down against your clit. Soon your left hand made its way down to join it. Before long, two fingers of your left hand were plunging in and out, keeping time with the right.
As I turned forward, I caught a glimpse of your left hand, well coated with your juices, making its way back up towards your chest. I smiled, figuring that you were going to start squeezing your nipples again. I was wrong. Instead, I felt a wet finger begin tracing a path around my anus. I nearly came. It was only by taking a deep breath, and by taking my hand from my cock, that I was able to hold off. After your finger completed its third trip around my anus, it paused and then plunged inside. I almost exploded. Knowing just how close I was, I quickly grabbed my cock and resumed stroking. It took only ten seconds. You fingering my ass, sucking and licking my balls. Me fervently stroking my cock, giving my head a little squeeze and a twist with each frenzied pass. The next thing I knew, cum was spraying everywhere. On me, on you, and all over the couch. I collapsed next to you.
"So, how did that feel?" you asked as you began to scoop droplets of cum from my chest.
"Oh . . . my . . . fucking . . . God." was all I could answer.
You laughed. "Better than this morning in the shower, I bet." I could only nod in agreement.
"Well," you said between taking licks of my cum from your fingers, "this should be a lesson to you. While masturbating alone may be great, masturbating for me is fucking fantastic. You won't forget this now, will you?"
"Definitely not." I answered.
"Good. Now why don't you start teasing my nipples like you were before you got so distracted. I bet it would feel great while I finish myself off." And so, I began by taking your breast into my mouth.