Your cock is beautiful – 28

It caused me to groan out loud, which she echoed as if feeling my pleasure with me. I’d never instructed her to do most of this, and I wondered where she’d learned it all. If I hadn’t already ejaculated twice in the past hour, I’d likely have reached my peak long before now. She was so smooth in her motions, almost graceful as she took me out of her mouth, only for her hand to immediately grip tightly around the head and start jerking it. From one second to the next I was still receiving some sort of pleasure, and I loved her seamless transitions from motion to motion.

“I realized a few things while I was away.” she quietly, speaking for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Oh?” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

“One thing… was that I’ve been neglecting these.” she said, her hand lightly caressing my balls.

I grunted with surprise and my body tensed up. She giggled and took my scrotum in her hand, squeezing ever-so-slightly, just enough to let me really feel the heat and softness of her skin.

“I mean, these have been so good to me.” she continued, her voice low and erotic. “Always so full of that delicious cum I love so much.”

She began to flex her fingers, gently rotating my heavy orbs. Then, again in one seamless motion, she took her hand away only for it to be immediately replaced by her tongue. Her hand went to join her other one on my shaft, where she hadn’t stopped slowly but firmly massaging me with a grip so strong it might have hurt a thinner cock, but felt incredible to me.

She licked all along the sensitive skin of my balls, and the completely new sensation was incredible. She slipped one heavy testicle into her mouth and sucked on it hard before releasing it with a loud pop, then started to circle the other with her tongue.

I couldn’t help but look down at her. My cock was longer than her face, and it almost looked like she was clinging to the shaft for support while she explored my sack. She noticed me looking, and smiled shyly with her tongue still poking out. Blushing, she gave me a long, slow lick from base to tip, moving her hands down to cup my balls with one and grip the base tight with the other. She took the head into her mouth, and sucked hard.

I lay back and let my mind wander. My third erection in a row, on the rare occasion I could get one, usually lasted longer than the other two combined. Of course, that was always when I was alone, and she was doing things I’d never be able to replicate by myself. As it was I knew that I’d be able to climax again in just a few minutes, but I didn’t want to.

I tensed my lower muscles and felt the need abate somewhat. This was something I’d always been able to do, and that I’d been practicing even more since getting involved with Mia. I couldn’t hold off forever, like she’d proven earlier, but if she kept the same pace I’d definitely be able to last. And she didn’t seem to be in any hurry.

The long minutes drifted into one another as she continued her beautifully slow worship, sucking, licking, taking me deep into her throat, and always messaging me a hundred different ways with her soft, slender fingers. I honestly don’t know how long this went on for, only that it was probably the longest she’d ever pleasured me, with her mouth or her pussy.

But all things came to an end, and so eventually I had to allow myself to be released.

“Soon, sweetheart.”, was all I said, my voice sounding deep and incredibly relaxed.

She increased the pace only slightly, and kept the tip right against her tongue as her hands gripped harder. A minute or so later I let out a satisfied sigh, and allowed the wave of my pleasure to slowly crest over me. The head was still pressed against her tongue, which was an interesting sensation. I felt her roll her tongue around the tip after I’d finished, cleaning every drop before she swallowed.

“Good girl.” I said lazily.

There’s really nothing like a long, slow blow-job to just take every ounce of anxiety and stress out of your body.

“Thank you, Sir.” she said, still holding my cock.

I considered ordering her to lie down next to me so we could sleep, but she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to join me. She kissed my cock a few times, almost tentatively, as if she wasn’t sure she was allowed to keep going.

“Easy…” I said softly, “It’s really sensitive right now.”

“Should I stop?” she asked.

It was very sensitive, but I didn’t actually mind the contact.

“No.” I said.

I felt her lips bend into a smile against my cock, which made me smile too.

She held my soft, wet cock in her hand, just feeling its weight. She pressed her lips to the base, where it met my scrotum, and kissed it before licking it firmly. I let out a sharp breath of pleasure. In response, she licked the area frantically then suddenly nibbled on it, causing me to jerk my hips forward in shock. She giggled and licked the sensitive spot again.

“I never get to see it when it’s completely soft.” she said thoughtfully, kissing along my shaft. “Not for long, anyway. It’s still so thick, and so heavy.”

She took the shaft in both of her hands, one above the other, and bounced it up and down as if weighing it.

“How did you ever keep this a secret?” she asked, gently massaging my well-used cock. “I mean, don’t guys talk about this stuff? There’s usually all sorts of rumors floating around about who’s big or small, but I’ve never even heard of anything as big as this.”

“Separate stalls… in the locker room.” I said with effort, trying to focus on the heat and softness of her fingers.

“Oh, that makes sense.” she said, before enveloping the head in her lips again.

I didn’t know if she was even still trying to pleasure me any more, or whether she was just satisfying her obsession.

“I mean, I know I’ve only seen one other penis up close, but it was like…” she gently cupped my balls with one hand and started to caress them. “I don’t know, like an infant version of yours. Like you and Mike are a different species or something.” she said.

I sighed, and then gasped when I felt my exhausted cock twitch.

“Oh my God!” she said quickly, moving her other hand back to my shaft. “Was that… are you…?”

She sat back and looked down at my cock, then up at me.

“Four times?” she asked, grinning, “Are you going to get hard four times in a row? Is that even possible?”

She loosened her grip on my shaft and began twisting her wrists, creating a light circular pressure with her fingers.

“Lissie was telling us all about this guy she was with a little while ago.” she said, her voice soft, “She was so impressed that he could get hard again right after cumming.”