. . . and awe

With her eyes fixed on mine, Alyssa sucks gently on my cockhead, swirling her tongue around it and humming with pleasure as she licks precum from the tip. She sticks her tongue out of her mouth, curled around the underside of my rod, then starts sliding up and down it, licking around the sides and caressing it with her lips. She runs up and down it a few times before returning her focus to my glans, sucking on it and licking it all over. She wraps a hand around my well-lubricated shaft and starts wanking me slowly, then ducks down and takes my jewels into her mouth. She sucks on them lightly and paints them with her tongue, now teasing them with the tip, now stroking them with the flat. When my sack starts to pull up into my body, she sucks harder and pulls down. The sensation would probably be pain under most circumstances, but all I feel is pleasure. “Fuck, Alyssa,” I moan, “you’re an amazing cocksucker.”

Alyssa pulls down on my balls, still sucking, until they pop from her mouth. “Thank you, Andrew,” she says, clearly pleased. “You have an amazing cock, so we’re even. But if you thought that was good . . .” She abruptly deepthroats me, burying her nose in my pubic hairs. She holds there for a moment or two, swallowing twice to clench the pussy-like softness of her throat around my cockhead, then pulls up, sucks hard on the head, and goes deep again. Again she swallows me repeatedly, then pulls up to suckle my mushroom.

By the third time she does this, I’m incoherent. The fourth time, as I feel my orgasm looming, I manage to gasp, “I’m about to cum.”

At that, Alyssa raises her head and says, “Nope.” She pulls down on my balls again with one hand and squeezes the base of my cock with the other; I don’t cum, and the feeling recedes. She stands up, keeping one hand wrapped around my shaft, and adds, “I have a better use for this.” She straddles my lap and lines up my prick with her fuckhole, then lowers herself slowly, taking just the head into her pussy.