Chapter 5
Although I was intrigued by fingering Stan's balls, I recognized that we had to move on to other matters.
"Suck my testicles," he begged. "I need it, honey."
Once my tongue whipped, its way into shape, sliding over his hot, bulging ball-sac, I found myself getting more carried away than ever.
I began to think about Mike, and even though I was working my tongue over Stan's balls, my thoughts were focused on my brother. It seemed crazy, since I was getting my wish, that of going down on a hard cock, but I couldn't somehow get my brother off my mind.
While my tongue continued to register consistent impact over his balls, working with rhythmic skill, Stan was heating up. His face was reddening, and his lips tightened with tension from the formidable action that I was providing for him.
"Work your fingers over my cock," he ex-claimed passionately. "That way we'll have things going on two fronts. I love double action, baby, especially the way that you would provide it."
I reached out with the fingers of both hands, allowing them to slip up and down the full length of his hard pecker.
I began slowly, but soon was registering my fingers quickly and sharply over the course of his entire cock. I liked the way that I was steering him along, guiding him ever closer to the moment when his ball-sac would explode and the hot white jissum would spurt out of the end of it.
My fingers moved with ease and grace. It was incredible just how fast I could acclimate myself to sex acts. I was proud of the way that I was benefiting him, providing my lover with great sexual thrills while my tongue kept working over his balls.
"Switch the sucking to my cock," Stan finally exclaimed. "I need it there, honey. I'm gonna shoot, darling, and it won't be that long. I need the best action I can get. Turn your tongue loose. Let it slide."
I removed my tongue from his testicles, then let it move upward sharply toward the tip of his huge phallus.
While my tongue began to attack the tip of his dick, I used the fingers of my right hand to slide slowly down the full base of his cock.
He immediately became aroused in ways that he hadn't been before. His body darted from left to right, his hips swinging as my tongue continued to attack the tip of his cock.
I closed my eyes and envisioned Mike before me. All of a sudden, rather than sucking off Stan, I was really going down on my brother.
My tongue continued to tickle the tip of his prick. I remembered how good a job lovely Sarah had done on my brother, and that was the act that I was seeking to duplicate.
"I don't know where you learned that movement, but it's great," he sighed. "Just keep your tongue working. You really make me ex-cited, baby. Keep the tongue sliding over the tip. I'll tell you when you can expand to the rest of my cock."
Pretty soon I had him so tingly that there was no way that I could keep on delivering that kind of activity without him exploding. And before Stan shot, he wanted to see to it that I provided him with every type of cock-sucking sensation.
"Step up the pace," he exclaimed. "Work the tongue up and down my whole cock. Start sliding it, sweetheart. You can do the trick. You've really got the tongue for it."
My tongue slid down the base of his cock. I still held off from doing it at top speed. I felt that it would be more erotic if I did it on a gradual level.
My head began to bob up and down as I rotated my tongue along the base of his huge pecker. It seemed to expand by the moment, even though, after a while, I recognized that it was as big as it could possibly get. It probably was an optical illusion spurred on by the excitement that I felt. I kept anticipating what it would be like to receive stirring bolts of hot white juice inside my mouth.
My fingers kept on sharply working around his balls. I would tug and toy with them, continuing to arouse him in every way that I could.
My thoughts, though, remained focused on Mike. I couldn't get over it. Here I was, on the verge of receiving my first male climax, at least in my mouth, and I was thinking about my brother. Somehow he had made an indelible impression on me, the only thing that bothered me was that it was in the realm of sex. As a loving brother, that was one thing, it was quite another for me to be thinking about his cock.
My fingers kept on working around his balls, and I was moving him ever closer to the big moment. He would soon be spilling his hot juices into my mouth.
I wondered if I would be able to catch his entire load. It might be hard, at least the first time, I realized, to brace myself for such an ordeal. But I was intrigued at the prospect of his taste, and I wanted to swallow every droplet of juice that emanated from the end of his stock.
My head kept on bobbing up and down, my fingers continued sliding around his balls, and I knew from the way that he was gasping that it wouldn't be long before he would be spilling his juices into my mouth.
I waited in poised fashion, not wanting to be taken completely by surprise. I recalled what a girl friend of mine had said. She had told me about the first time that she had received a-load of juice from a man's cock. It had caught her totally by surprise that she had coughed most of it up, embarrassing both her-self and the man she had been arduously sucking.
I fervently tugged at his balls several more times. He was beginning to puff like a steam engine as he came that much closer to the moment of impact.
"I'm there," was his final warning, delivered with a grunt.
I was poised and ready as the gushing stream of hot white liquid began to spurt out of the end of his cock.
All of a sudden I found myself once more thinking back to Mike. It wasn't Stan's cock that was juicing, it was Mike's, and the very thought of Mike caused me to juice as I went after Stan's liquid.
Even though I did my best to stick with every drop that spilled out of his prick, I couldn't quite catch it all. A few of the drop-lets spilled out of the left side of my mouth, but I was able to hang on to the rest of his highly substantial load.
At one point I almost had to cough, but I was able to fight back the urge. I wanted to gobble every bit of Stan's hot white juice, and I almost completely succeeded.
I released my tongue from his hard spear, feeling that I had accomplished quite a bit.
I had liked the taste of his load, but did feel a sense of disappointment down deep. I hated to admit it, but his load wasn't as satisfying as I was convinced Mike's would have been.
For one thing, I made a mental comparison of the loads, and I couldn't help but recognize that Stan's was a little lacking. He hadn't de-livered the volume of juice into my mouth Sarah had received from Mike's cock. At least that was how it seemed to me, after having sucked Stan to climax.
Stan threw his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
"You're quite a sucker," he said. "To think that you're a beginner. I can hardly wait to see what you'll be like after you've been at it a while."
"Will I get better?"
"Everybody does," he laughed. "That's the way that life is. Fucking's no different than anything else."
I noticed that Stan's cock had gone down very little. I wondered if he would be anticipating some more action. I didn't really have to wait all that long to find out.
Reach out and grab my cock," he smiled.
My right hand moved forward instinctively, grabbing the end of his penis. I smothered it in my grasp, causing his body to wiggle in instinctive reaction to my movement.
"That's good," he said. "Keep working your fingers over the tip of my cock. Do it just like you did before. Then slide your fingers down the base of it. I want you to get me nice and warm, so we can have a little more action together."
I pumped vigorously, whipping his cock quickly into a frenzy. Before I knew it, it was up, standing just as tall as it had been prior to his orgasm.
Once I finished working my fingers around the tip of it, I followed his instructions to the letter, sliding my fingers down the entire length of his enormous rod.
"That's what I like," he gasped. "Now I'm all set for some more action."
He called my activities to an abrupt halt, then let his lips plunge forcefully against mine.
It was a long, stunning, impactful kiss, one that sent surging urges flowing through my super-charged body. I could feel the tingles of titillation in my pussy, and knew that I needed some more action. I Could see that Stan was every bit as eager as I was, and that soon he would have his cock in high gear.
"This time I want your cunt," he told me.
I nodded, lying there on my back as he swiftly parted my legs with his firm, aggressive fingers.
He let the fingers of both hands slide up and down my legs. Every time that his fingers clenched against my firm thighs or ankles I got that much more anxious for some sex.
His fingers moved for several minutes, after which he leaned his head over and permitted his tongue to work its way inside my mouth.
With darting zeal, his tongue totally took charge of the situation. The sensations began pouring through my body, and I felt myself juicing as his tongue kept up its relentless stabbing against mine.
As I lay there, a tingle with ecstasy, I awaited his first forward thrust.
While his tongue continued to dominate me, sliding against my own hot red tongue, he worked the fingers of both hands down to my breasts.
As my legs trembled with exhilaration in anticipation, his fingers toyed with my nipples. He let his fingers twitch against the nipples, causing me to feel more erotic sensations.
He flipped his body forward, sending his huge, surging cock toward my love pit.
At that very moment he released his tongue from my mouth and exclaimed :
"Am I ever gonna fuck you."
"Tear me up, baby," I breathlessly encouraged.
"Will I ever. What a pussy you've got. Oh, you're a dream fuck come true."
I watched his bulging tool moving toward me quickly.
My heart beat thunderously with anticipation as he slipped it with one spirited thrust sharply into my mound.
At first I felt pain as a result of the sharpness of the impact, but it was the kind of pain that made me curious for more. It was a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain, and as he finished that first timely thrust inside my wet vaginal walls, he reached out with both hands and slapped my ass cheeks.
I could tell that it provided him with some-thing of a morale boost to come into brisk contact with my buttocks, and as he slapped at my ass cheeks a second time, he entered me again.
Stan moved his cock in and out of my vagina with sharp, piercing thrusts, slapping my buttocks periodically, then reaching out and grip-ping my ass cheeks firmly.
I found my body reacting instinctively to his sharp movements. After a while, I began to raise my body upward, meeting his passion-ate, enthusiastic thrusts with my own.
The crescendo began to rise sharply as he entered me faster and more abruptly than be-fore.
His buttocks wiggled back and forth as he would enter me, diving his cock forcefully into my mound.
He was in me with every inch of his manliness, stabbing his cock into me at full blast, driving zealously forward toward climax.
As for his fingers, he moved them around. For a while he permitted them to play with my ass cheeks. He then moved them upward toward my breasts, which he alternately squeezed and tugged at. He would reach out every now and then and pull at the firm skin, enjoying the steady contact while he kept on fucking my mound.
When he reached the point where his breath was becoming shorter and the sweat was be-ginning to roll down his cheeks, I knew how close he must be to climax.
At that point he slid his head forward, permitting his tongue to collide with my own.
He kept blasting away with his cock, pushing himself ever closer to the big moment of climax, toying with my breasts while his tongue spiritedly collided against mine.
I could see that the impact of his tongue securely pressing against mine repeatedly coincided with the same level of activity that he was employing in the form of his bruising cock, which kept on attacking my contracting vaginal muscles.
My ass cheeks and hips wiggled as I kept tune with his pace, pushing forward as to meet his penetrating stabs.
I felt his hot breath against mine, and his tongue perpetually winding its way around mine, as he moved into the closing stages of the act.
A few bruising cock stabs later, the hot white juice began to spill out of the end of his erect instrument.
His breathing was heavier than ever as his tongue continued scrapping against mine.
He let his fingers lock around my breasts as the sea of liquid continued to spurt out of the end of his fiery rod.
After the last few droplets of juice had
spilled out of him, he collapsed next to me on the bed. My right hand reached out and I ran it over his sweaty hair.
"Quite a fuck," he sighed.
By that point he looked like a helpless little boy.
My thoughts turned toward Mike. I wondered how many times he had allowed his blazing cock to enter inside Sarah's mound.