E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

It wasn't a sweet taste. There was nothing honey or nectar about it as she had often read in sex books. It was a bit salty and warm. But it didn't offend her. It was a taste she could easily get to like, even enjoy, realizing that taking this pulsating rod into her mouth would give this man pleasure.

When her tongue extended again, it did more than just touch the bulbous knob of his glans, it washed over the sensitive surface of his cock. She bathed him with the warm moisture of her tongue. Her second taste of a man was much more exciting, both to her and the man standing over her.

"Suck it," he whispered down.

Her eyes rolled up to his. A smile turned up the corners of her mouth, then those lips spread wide and even wider. When her face dropped back to his crotch, she swallowed up the majority of his prick, perhaps a bit too much for her first attempt at cocksucking. She gagged a little.

But his hands were gently caressing her head and he was whispering once again, "Breathe through your nose. Breathe deeply through your nose."

She did as he directed. Her delicate nostrils flared widely as she dropped back down on the shaft. She couldn't take all of his imposing length, but she took enough so that he groaned and quivered. Her lips clamped tightly around his ponderous stalk of cock as she pulled off him.

Again she sucked in her breath through her nose and dropped back down the throbbing shaft of dick. Then up, then down, then up, then down. She found an easy rhythm which brought life to his groins. His pelvis swayed a bit as he eased his prick in and out of her face.

Possessing him this way, in her mouth, thrilled her. Every cell in her body tingled with aroused excitement. Another ocean of juices flowed within her pussy. She had never imagined it would be like this. He was so soft and smooth to her tongue as she swirled it around his pulsing circumference. Yet he was hard and rigid. As she accepted the little thrusts of his hips, it felt as if he could crack her jaws with that massive pole of man meat. She had been wrong to wait this long to give her mouth to a man.

Up and down her head bobbed as she impaled herself on his prick. She swallowed, drinking down the mixture of saliva and male fluids. Down and up her taut lips slid along the ponderous staff of his sex. Her tongue licked and laved. Her mouth sucked eagerly like a natural-born cocksucker.

The man standing before her groaned. His legs trembled with the rush of lusty sensations her mouth was creating within his groin. She controlled him and she loved it. She nibbled a bit on the fat slab of his prick and he whimpered with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure she created. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing deeply with the ardent intensity of her desire, and he groaned, loud and husky. She whipped her tongue around his stiff stalk and he shook with need-laden tremors.

It was a fantastic power she held over him, one she explored to the fullest measure. Out and in she sheathed him in the humid interior of her face. He throbbed and jerked as he slid over the velvet carpet of her tongue. He quivered and trembled as he neared the point of release.

His eyes were riveted to that edacious mouth wrapped around his prick. Fascinated, he watched as his saliva-glistening prod eased into the moist caress of her mouth. Deeper and deeper with each little jerk of his hips he fed her inch on inch of swollen cock. She took him, sucking and licking as if she were some child with a candy stick.

His balls were on fire with need. However he clamped down with all his might, holding back the flood of lust that churned within his testicles. He watched his prick move in and out of her face. Her cheeks bulged as his thick tube pushed inward. Then, as he evacuated her face, those glowing cheeks sunk inwards preparing for his next tiny thrust.

The knobby crown of his cock nudged at the back of her throat now. Her nostrils flared in all earnest as she sucked in her breath to avoid gagging once again and spoiling the pleasure she provided for this man. Harder and harder she sucked, gobbling up the thickness that invaded her mouth. Deeper and deeper she took him, her luscious lips slipping closer and closer to the hairy base of his prick.

She licked and laved, igniting searing pleasure over the super-sensitive head of his cock. She laved and licked, washing every inch of that ponderous rod with the moist whip of her tongue. She sucked, drawing him as deeply as she could within her mouth, then letting him slither into her throat. She sucked, reveling in the moany groans that were now constantly flowing from his throat.

She felt the base of his shaft swell. She knew what was happening, but she didn't care. She could have easily slipped her face from him, but she didn't want that. She didn't want to rob him of having her mouth totally. Her own trembling increased as she felt that knot of lust begin to work itself upwards, pushing toward the swollen head of his glans.

Higher and higher it moved. Her anticipation mounted for that moment when she would accept the cream of his release. She sucked harder, pulling at him. She licked wildly, whipping him on.

Then he came.

Hot scalding come blasted into her mouth. He splattered over the roof of her mouth, and coated the carpet of her tongue. Gush after hot gush spurted from that slitted mouth of his cock.

She was flooded. Her mouth filled with the thick, sticky fluids of his loins. She did the only thing she could to keep from drowning in the jetting fountains of sperm and semen. She swallowed, then she swallowed again, and again. She drank away the cream of his groin. She sucked at him, milking that jerking lance of manhood. Then she sucked some more.

His legs shook and quivered as if threatening to give way under him. His hands grasped her shoulders, clinging tightly to retain his balance. Re groaned gratefully as he emptied the penned up lust of four days into the oral chalice surrounding the twitching spike of his cock.

"No more," he moaned, pleasure rapidly transforming to pain. "I can't take any more."

Despite her want to keep him there with her mouth, she slid back, his glistening shaft popping free of her lips and jerking in the air. For moments he just stood there, clinging to her shoulders as he regained a portion of the energy she had drained from him.

When at last his eyes pushed open their pleasure-sated lids, he smiled down at her. "You're quite a cocksucker."

He meant it as a compliment and that was the way she took it.

Still shaking, he managed to lower himself to the bed beside her, his mouth covering hers. They kissed long and lingering, not so much in passion but in gratitude for the pleasure they had brought to one another with their intimate, oral caresses.

As they parted they both drifted to their backs, holding each other closely, happy in that moment in the nearness of the other. Neither spoke, nor was there need to.

It was Mitch's idea to spend the weekend at his cottage on the lake. Marta had no objections. Neal thought it was a great way to spend one of the last days of summer, as did Janice and Kari.

Loading up the Mason's car with enough groceries to last the five of them for two days and various suitcases packed with an assortment of casual clothes and swim suits, they drove up early Saturday morning. As it was, Mitch and Neal tried their hand at fishing while the women unloaded the car, an action that drew all sorts of cries of male chauvinism. However a fresh batch of bass for breakfast soothed over all ruffled feathers, besides providing a damn good meal.

After a lazy nap to allow their meal to settle, the five of them piled into Mitch's boat for a general sight-seeing tour of the lake. By noon they retreated back to the lake house to avoid the numerous skiers and fishermen who were quickly crowding the water. Other than an occasional swim, they spent the majority of the day just lying around soaking up the sun.