Jenny's tongue

Jenny resituated herself below me as she pushed different pillows up under me. At the head of the bed, I looked down as she pushed my legs up and back. “Would you be a dear baby and hold these. I have a new spot to play with.” Slowly her head moved down and instead of a finger her tongue greets my hole. Almost losing my grip on my legs I have to readjust my hands and hold tighter. Right above her lapping tongue my short rod springs to life and begins to twitch in an eager response to the movement of her tongue.

Around the hole her tongue swirled. Tapping lightly at first before pushing in further. I unwillingly let out more moans, “oooh, um… fuck Jenny.” The breathy and what I felt like were girly moans only pushed Jenny further. Her tongue slithered in with piercing eyes looking up at me from below. She knew every twist was making my body squirm and more so than whenever I attempted to make her feel good with my tongue. Showing me how much I still have to learn on pleasing her.

This continued for what I thought was forever but a look at the clock showed that it took about ten minutes for her tongue to work its magic on me. Little spurts of my cum shoot up, out of my short cock and onto my stomach. Breathing heavy I look at my girlfriend with wide eyes, her expression back to me told me all I needed to know. This was not going to be the last time she would make me cum by not even once touching my cock.

What did this all of this even mean though. Why was I getting off on my nipples and now my ass being played with? Real men don’t get excited let alone orgasm from these type of things. The more I thought about it the more emasculated I felt, how much of a pathetic man am I for like such things. Something about my mental decay must have been on my face as Jenny cuddles up next to me. “What’s wrong with my baby boy? You looked like you loved it but here you are moping.”