A taste test

"What do you have in mind?" he asked with anticipation.

She leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and brushed her fingers along the bulge in his pants; his nerves burst with the sensation. "Just a little taste test." She rubbed harder on his member and said, "You feel ready." She had a sly and hungry look in her eye. Before he could say anything, she unsnapped his shorts and lowered the zipper. His cock was clearly straining his boxers, and a small wet patch was visible over the tip. Sandy deftly slipped a couple fingers through the hole in his boxers and fished out his decently-sized cock, now swelling to its full length. The strong musky-sweaty smell of him rose from the area. “Mmm, you smell wonderful, Chuck. This is going to be good.”

All Chuck could do, all he wanted to do, was sit back and enjoy what was coming. Sandy gently squeezed his flesh, making him gasp at the coolness of her hand on his hot skin. She leaned farther down and licked the head. The touch of her tongue sent an electric charge up his spine. She lapped all over his member, paying particular attention to the big head and the slit. While she licked, her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft; Chuck was in heaven. He had dreamed of Sandy often when he jerked off, and now it was a reality. He closed his eyes.

Suddenly, his cock was engulfed by her warm, moist mouth; his hips jerked a little and he moaned loudly. Her tongue swished around the underside and twisted on his sensitive head. She sucked hard, filling it with more blood. She slowly pulled her mouth off him and flicked her tongue wickedly at the very tip. He continued to moan. Then she had him in her mouth again, and she swallowed it all the way to the base. She held him there for a few seconds, working her throat muscles to clasp at his head. Man, did she know what she was doing! She started bobbing up and down on the shaft, her tongue still swirling on every inch possible. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Sandy’s hair dangled around her pretty face, and he could see clearly her luscious mountains down her tank top. Their eyes met, and her eyes were filled with lust for him.

As she fucked him with her mouth, he caressed her hair. “Oh, yeah. That feels so good. Please, don’t stop. Suck it faster.” At his command, she increased her rhythm, practically shoving his cock deep in her mouth on each down stroke. He could feel the rising pressure in his balls, and yelled a warning, “I’m going to come!” With that, she deep-throated him and swallowed repeatedly to massage his cock with her throat. His cock erupted in a volcanic explosion, throwing white lava into her mouth, and he screamed in ecstasy. After a couple of squirts, she pulled back partially, sucking just his prick head in her lips. Pleasure washed over him like a tidal wave, and all he knew was his organ pumping his seed into her.

He finally stopped coming, and she slipped his cock from her mouth. She looked up at him and crawled up his chest. She planted a hard kiss on his mouth, and then her tongue poked through his lips. They French kissed as she let his spunk slip onto his tongue. His eyes opened wide. He tasted his fluid for the first time, both salty and sweet at the same time. Not an unpleasant taste, though the texture was thick and sticky, like warm pudding.

She watched his reaction as he swallowed the load. She broke off the kiss. “That wasn't too bad, was it?” she whispered, a sultry tone in her voice. “I think you taste good.”

He was very aware of her breasts pushed into his bare chest. The fabric of her top rubbed on his nipples, and he could feel the hard points of her nipples. “The taste was not bad, but I don’t like the texture,” he replied honestly.

“I think it’s the texture that most girls don’t like. I personally kind of like it.” She grinned, licking her lips.