Had to Improvise Ch. 02

Satisfied with that (okay, very satisfied) I slid backward and bent forward until we were able to resume our kisses. John's hands were rubbing and pulling on my ass. As my hips slid back he continued to pull, causing my cheeks to spread, making it easier for the head of his rod to push in and make its way up my crack. When it came out the top his length nestled between my cheeks. John loosened his grip, allowing my cheeks close a little more tightly around him. As he relaxed his grip I relaxed and let my body rest on his, enjoying the feeling of a cock rested so close.

We held that position and allowed our tongues to continue their dance, more frantic than before. After a few passion filled minutes John and I both started to move again, him caressing my back with one hand, my ass with the other and me starting to stir below. Still laying against him I started to slowly work my hips and arch my back, rotating my ass up and back down, guiding his cock back and forth in between my cheeks.

As I got into a rhythm I started lifting higher, allowing John's tip to travel further down my crack until finally I could feel it against my puckered entrance, the thinner than paper lace doing almost nothing to dim the sensations. After the first few passes, when his head would press against my whole I would angle myself to press down against it. I was relishing the delicious pressure that was stretching the lace and straining against my passage before it sprung free to slide up through my crack again.

The feel of a real man's cock sliding against me and moving between my cheeks was intoxicating. I hungered for more. I didn't just want it to slide against my thong. I wanted to see it, to feel it, to taste it. The next time my hips came to rest against John's body I reached back and pulled the back of my thong to the side so I could feel him directly against my skin. With his hand already on my ass he hooked a finger in to help keep the fabric to the side, allowing me to let go.

I thrust up and down for a little while without stopping, just enjoying the bare skin traversing my crack, then a few times I paused again and enjoyed the pressure before moving on. At the next peak, when he was again pressed against my hole, I reached back and took his length in my hand and stroked it slowly without moving my body. Finally, guiding it, I pushed my weight back and pressed it harder against my quivering entrance. I could feel the spongy, yet rock solid, pressure against me and I could feel my opening start to give way as a portion of the bulbous head pressed into me.

The sensation was amazing and I ached for more, but I knew I wasn't quite ready. There were other things that I wanted to do and I also didn't want to try to take anything dry. I didn't want to ruin my first time with a real cock, my first time with a man inside me. I moved forward a little, pulling him free, but I kept my hand wrapped around his rod. Lifting my lips from his I apologized, "I'm sorry. I'm just not ready for that yet. But there's definitely more that I want to do if that's okay?"

His response was sincere and understanding, "Of course that's okay. I had no expectations for tonight. I'm just enjoying every minute."

With that off my chest I decided to switch positions. I really wanted to get a closer look at that treat that was just sliding between my cheeks so I started moving my way backwards all while keeping my gaze focused on John's face. As I inched back I felt his cock graze across my perineum, then my balls, and finally the underside of my cock.

As it sprung free I looked down. Once it was released it thumped against his stomach before bouncing back up until it stood proud, angled up and forward, reaching over his waist. A moan escaped from my lips, advertising the hunger that was boiling inside.

Now straddling his legs just below the knees I was completely enthralled with the site before me. After pausing to feast my eyes on his spongy rod I took my hands from the couch on either side of John and reached for the awaiting package in front of me. I cupped his balls in one hand and circled his cock with my other. Stroking slowly I guided it toward me as I leaned forward, anxious to experience him fully.

The excitement that I was feeling was almost overwhelming but I forced myself to relax, to take my time and revel in the experience. Rather than just dive in I leaned and kissed the bulbous head in front of me and then rubbed it all around my lips, basting them with precum, and then moved on to rubbing it all around my face. I wanted to see every inch and feel him over me. While moving my head and sliding the meaty rod all around my face I eventually found myself at the base. Then, I moved down further to feel his balls against my lips, pausing there before I opened my mouth to lick them all over, taking care to make sure I didn't leave any skin untouched.

Satisfied after my little diversion I moved back to what I hungered for the most. With renewed focus I went back to the steely rod in front of me. I rubbed it against my lips and slowly licked my way up the underside until I reached the tip. At the peak, I once again met John's gaze with my own, then licked all around the head including a couple flicks of the tongue across the hole, searching for any more precum that may have made its way out. I've always loved the taste and texture of my own but it pales in comparison to taking in someone else's.

The hunger inside was intense, each touch and taste causing my burning desire to grow. I was unable to hold back any longer so, with my hand still wrapped around his shaft, I finally opened my mouth wide and guided his mushroom head home, deep into my mouth. We moaned, almost in unison, as his glans skimmed across the surface of my tongue.

The taste, the mix of silky smooth and soft atop the oh so hard core, along with the sound of John's pleasure were all so intoxicating. I couldn't help but continue to drive forward, eventually feeling his tip pressing against the back of my mouth, begging to enter my throat. I had to pause and retreat ever so slightly to counter my gag reflex. Once again I was enthralled by the thick, swollen rod lying along the length of my tongue.

All the while I could hear the noises coming from John as his breath came fast and hard. I could feel him start to squirm as I clamped my lips down, simultaneously licking and sucking. I was enjoying every bit that I held deep in my mouth. Still yearning for more, I was determined to take him deeper so I tried to prepare myself for what was to come.

When the spongy tip reached my throat that second time I was able to maintain the pressure for a little longer, even pressing a little harder, before I chose to retreat again. As I repeated the licking and sucking like the previous time I knew that I could do better. I had made it further and held it longer, actually choosing to pull back rather than being forced to involuntarily pull away.

Spurred on by that realization I pushed forward again. This time when my progress was slowed I barely paused, not wanting my mind to get in the way again. Pushing on I tried to relax when I felt the pressure as John's girth started to force its way into my throat. It was both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time. I could feel a dull ache and I faintly sensed my body trying to reject the intrusion of the swollen cock entering my throat.

As I steadily took his member deeper I could hear John moan. That was all the encouragement that I needed to continue my slow descent. After what seemed like an eternity I finally felt my nose press against flesh. John's rod was buried to the hilt and his balls will directly below my chin and I moaned as he gasped.

I was thrilled to have successfully taken his magnificent cock balls deep. Never in a million years would I have believed that to be possible, but tonight I couldn't imagine not doing it. I can understand not having a physical attraction to men, no judgment there, but what I couldn't understand at that moment was how anyone who is turned on by men could not love having a throbbing, hard cock in their mouth.

When John bottomed out with my lips around the base of his cock he reached and started to run his hands through my hair on both sides of my head. He didn't grab or force me to move. He caressed my head and I could tell how much he was enjoying everything.

I paused briefly to savor the moment and then began to slowly bob on John's cock, sliding him almost out of my throat before driving him back home, occasionally pulling all of the way back until his bulb was again lying on my tongue, allowing us both to relax and catch our breath. After repeating the process a few times I could feel John start to tense and harden even more.

I could tell he was getting close and then he finally started to pull up on my head gently and then warned me, "Uh, I'm going to cum if you keep going!"

I wanted to taste his creamy seed so bad, "If you do, will you be able to go again soon? I'm nowhere near being done with you yet."

That seemed to perk him up, "Almost immediately, once I get you in my mouth".

And that settled it. Not wanting to waste anymore time I looked down at his cock and kept my response simple, "Yummm", and I dove back onto his cock.

With as much control as I could muster I took him to the root once again. To say I could get used to a cock in my throat would be a stretch but I could definitely go for doing this on a fairly regular basis. I bobbed and sucked with everything I had and it didn't take long until I could feel him swelling and his body tensing again. He was about to erupt.

Having only tasted his meat and his precum so far I wasn't about to miss out on the real treat. I pulled back until only the head of his thick rod was in my mouth and then bobbed in short strokes while licking and sucking with everything I had, doing everything I could to bring his release. With one hand pumping his shaft, the other cupping his balls, and my mouth working the tip the end was coming.

John started to moan and thrust, his meat throbbing in my mouth. "Here it comes!"

Anxious for my reward I kept on. His moans continued to get louder and his thrusts more exaggerated. I could feel it broiling just under the surface. He was getting ready to erupt and I was hungry for it.

Even though I knew it was coming I was still shocked when the first blast filled my mouth. For a moment I forgot what to do next and held still, stunned, with a mouth full of John's creamy seed. I could feel him contract and it brought me back. My mouth was going to overflow for sure so I tried to swallow down as much as I could before he struck again.

The second blast was easily as large as the first. I had taken down as much as I could but it wasn't anywhere near enough. My mouth was full with his cock and now a growing pool of cum. I was in heaven but as much as I tried I couldn't contain it all. Cum was already leaking heavily from my mouth and I could feel another load coming.

I didn't want to choke and ruin the moment. I was already getting too overwhelmed to try to take him back into my throat and take the rest directly so I had to lift up off of him. I lifted up quickly while continuing to stroke his cock, now slippery with saliva and cum, and then the third eruption came. With my mouth closed as I tried to swallow it hit my lips, my chin and then my neck.

The pulsing continued, slightly less intense, but still strong. I was licking my lips while I pumped his rod. With it aimed slightly lower the next 2 shots, weaker yet still thick, coated my chest and what didn't reach fell back onto my hands. Finally his orgasm started to subside. I wanted to make sure to milk every last drop so I took him back into my mouth and suckled his softening cock until I couldn't feel or taste anymore of his seed trying to escape.

He was softening in my mouth, finally spent, and it was apparent that there was no more to be had for now. I let him fall free and then made sure to cleanup his balls and my hands and then finally used my fingers to push what was left on my chin and neck into my mouth as well. It was thick, creamy and delicious.

With my focus no longer on John's climax I realized that my own cock was straining to burst from my thong. Servicing him and tasting his seed had me as turned on as I had ever been. I wanted more but I also yearned for release of my own. With my current work done I sat up and then crept forward to gently grind on John's softening manhood, moaning softly in my hunger.

Fortunately, John had no plans to leave me wanting. He reached down to caress my lace-clad cock briefly before grabbing my hips with both hands and rolling us over until I was laying on the couch and he was on top of me. After rotating us he took advantage of the new position to lower his face to mine and kiss me, urgently plunging his tongue into my mouth as he grasped my head in both hands.

The kiss was thrilling but didn't last. Quickly he rose up, looked me in the eyes, and declared, "My turn" before pushing himself back until he was straddling my knees, in the perfect position to reach up to grip my thong and quickly pull it down. At some point he had managed to work his underwear past his feet but I had no idea when. Lifting himself off to the side he was be able to slide it all of the way past my feet and drop it to the floor before kneeling between my ankles. That done, he had unfettered access to my cock which was finally free to stand proud. The head was shiny, covered in a layer of pre-cum, my desire for him obvious.

With his hands he moved my legs, pushing my knees until they were almost fully bent and angled wide to either side, giving himself a clear, unimpeded path to the prize. Then, he leaned forward to paint my balls with his tongue, leaving my cock waiting while he explored below, slowly licking all around my balls from top to bottom and side to side, taking care to continue further down to wet my perineum as well. Once satisfied that he hadn't missed anything he moved back up, tracing his tongue between my balls and continuing all of the way up my shaft before sucking all around the cut head, cleaning up every last bit of the thick glaze of pre-cum.

Once that job was done he took my aching rod into his mouth and proceeded to lower his head, steadily descending. Not pausing once, he continued down until his lips circled the base and my cock was nestled tightly in his throat. I couldn't help but moan when I bottomed out with my cock buried in the confines of his throat. I wanted to pull his head back so I could thrust in and out but I held still and let him work.

And boy did he. Without any signs of strain he repeatedly rose to the tip and dropped back down to the root, all while sucking strong and maintaining a slow and steady pace. He was driving me crazy and the pants and moans, while still soft, were pouring from my mouth. Even as I strained to keep calm and maintain control, the pleasure was becoming too much to handle.

The sounds coming from my mouth were taking on a different, more ragged tone. It must've been obvious that I was approaching the point of no return because John abruptly pulled back and I could feel the cool air on my cock as it stood there shiny with saliva. Immediately I exhaled, all the air held in my lungs came rushing out at once.

Out of breath, I muttered, "Oh my god".

But John wasn't done. He knew my cock needed time to settle back down but that didn't mean he couldn't keep busy. Immediately he dove down to my balls with his magic mouth and tongue. In an effort to keep his hands from absentmindedly wandering back to my shaft he placed each one on the back of one of my thighs, rubbing up and down there instead.

John licked and sucked on my balls, moving up and down, side to side as he resisted the urge to creep back up to my still rock hard cock. As this went on I was able to slowly come a little bit back from the brink. He lapped gently as my breathing eased. I continued to moan, but softly and much more under control.

John's mouth reached the very base of my balls and he hovered there, tongue darting around, while his hands approached the couch, ready to repeat their cycle. Sensing that I had relaxed again he continued with their movement back up. Only, this time, he gripped my thighs and pushed them instead of sliding his hands up across my skin.

As he pushed my legs up he also pushed them back, causing my hips to rotate and my feet to lift from the cushion below. As my hips lifted, my puckered hole followed until it met John's waiting tongue. I gasped as I felt his tongue probe forward and press against my backside. Apparently pleased with the new position he stopped pushing forward and held me still instead.

With renewed focus John began to work his tongue in my crack and frantically against my rosebud. Loving the new sensations I grabbed behind my knees to hold them up and wide, doing whatever I could to encourage him to continue. Without the need to hold me in place he was able to move his hands to my cheeks instead, simultaneously kneading and spreading them at the same time.

With cheeks spread wide he had easy access to all that was previously hidden. John focused in on my tight pucker, licking and sucking, making out with it with everything he had. I was in heaven as he worked up and down and around in circles.

When his tongue finally pushed into my tight opening I couldn't help my outburst, "Uh!" and followed quickly with more, "Fuuuuck". And just in case that wasn't enough encouragement I let go of my right leg long enough to place my hand on the back of his head and pull him against me, in hopes that it would drive his tongue deeper.

Quietly, yet urgently, I spoke, "God, yes" and then I let go of his head to hold my leg again. Getting the hint John focused his energy on trying to press his tongue as deep as he could reach while also licking in all directions. He pressed forward hard and rotated his head to spread out the pleasure. I was moaning constantly at that point, loving the attention of his expert tongue.

Finally John broke from his oral probing and licked his way back up to my balls. My moaning subsided but only for a second because he quickly replaced his tongue with his middle finger. My ass was slippery with saliva so it slide around easily as it swirled around my pucker. He continue rubbing, pressure increasing with each completed circle.

I could feel my sphincter starting to let him in. The tip of his finger had already crossed the threshold and he continued to push. I was again moaning constantly each time I exhaled, "Mmmmmmm...Mmmmmmm...Mmmmmmm..."

He paused briefly, just long enough to suck his finger into his mouth, before returning it. His tongue was skimming my balls but most of his attention was on his finger and my ass. Almost immediately his fingertip slid back into my awaiting entrance and continued circling and probing, now one joint deep and still creeping forward.

Anxious, once again I briefly let go of my leg. This time I reached down to grasp his hand in mine and then pulled up, driving him slowly but firmly past the next joint before returning to holding my leg. With no more obstacles in the way John pushed the rest of the way in, finally bottoming out but also finding my prostate in the process.

He curled his finger and began to massage. With the new pressure the volume of my outbursts jumped, "Oh! Uhh! Ooh!"

"God. Keep going."

The relaxation that I had been feeling was long gone. When John first started probing with his tongue I knew I wasn't going to last, and when his finger made contact with my p-spot I knew I was past the point of no return. He could stop right now and I'd still be cumming soon.

"Fuck yea. I'm going to cum!"