My Head is Down

Too late I realized what she was doing. Her fingers in my hair, she held my head and slid her glass cock between my lips and into my mouth.

My eyes widened as my lips formed a perfect "O" around the glass cock. My tongue slid along the smooth underside of the dildo and I could taste Chrissie's arousal. I struggled for a moment, but the pure heat of being on my knees between Chrissie's legs, my lips wrapped around her perfect cock, got to me and suddenly my mouth was stroking up and down that smooth dildo. Chrissie moaned in pleasure while my hips wriggled in heated need.

My head bobbed up and down on Chrissie's lap for several heartbeats. I could feel the glass dildo in my mouth getting warmer and warmer as Chrissie's- and mine- heat grew. I heard Chrissie moan again, and then her hips began wriggling helplessly as she began to orgasm. Again and again she cried out, unable to stop herself. I shuddered as my mouth slid up and down that glass shaft, unable to stop, my own orgasm starting almost simultaneously with Chrissie's. I wriggled and moaned around the glass cock like a slut in heat, shuddering between Chrissie's thighs. At last I stopped, heart pounding, and dropped back to sit on my heels. Chrissie lay back, hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath.

The orgasm had been spectacular. I had never experienced anything like it. But something was wrong. And finally, I figured out what it was.

The dildo was no longer in Chrissie's pussy. It was still in my mouth. And I couldn't get it out.