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Click hereIf her touch before had been like butterfly wings, now my sensitive foreskin was being massaged by another set of butterfly wings way, way deep inside her, teasing and titillating me, rolling and squeezing the skin against the tip more marvellously than even her soft and gentle fingers had been able to do.
The sensations were bringing me to the edge of a paradise of feeling I’d never known, never imagined before.. I was going…I was going…. going over some ultimate edge – too soon, too completely… into a wonderland ….
And I was going alone, without her…
But I was wrong.
Just as I thought I would have to let go, she started to moan with pleasure even more uncontrollably and to wriggle and roll her body against mine in the ecstasies of her passion.
With one huge final cry, her climax came…
“Oh, darling,” she almost screamed. “Yeeee….eees!!”
As she reached her climax, I was coming too…The convulsions started… once, twice … I don’t know how many times. It was the most exquisite feeling I had ever had – or ever imagined. Her body – her lovely little dooverlackie still holding, stroking and squeezing my swollen prick as I poured my love into her – was, I knew at that moment, the most marvellous contrivance that God had ever created.
What a great and good and clever God He had been to design and deliver such delightful little dooverlackies for our pleasure!!
Dooverlackie land was the most heavenly territory of all – the most wondrous wonderland – which God had given us the privilege, on this Earth, to visit and treasure and adore.
Sweet dooverlackies …sweet, sweet dooverlackies. Having tasted their delights that first time – just once - I wanted to go on tasting them…more and more …more and more often …for ever and ever…
Amen!
Would have been a really hot story if not for the unnecessary and totally unsexy euphemisms.
My young student lodger was a virgin when he came to live with me and he seemed fascinated by my huge tits. I'd had my last baby at 40 but had continued to pump milk several times a day so at 53 I still produced a good supply. One day my young lodger was feeling a but poorly so I told him I had something to make him better. I opened my blouse and put my nipple to his lips. He sucked greedily and looked shocked when his mouth filled with milk. He continued to feed and I noticed that his penis had become erect and was sticking out of the opening in his pyjamas. His suckling became more intense and suddenly without any any warning his cock twitched and started spraying cum everywhere. I don't pump anymore but with all the nursing my boy does my breasts are so full I've gone up three bra sizes. He's able to control his ejaculations now pumping most of it up my hairy pussy.
The first time - if it's good - is marvellous; but it has to be with that special girl at that special moment.
I was lucky: I met that special girl when love was just being born and, if only in memory, I love her still.
Brilliant story, beautifully told.
But nothing is sexier than a woman who tolerates a premature ejaculator, no matter what she looks like!