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Gracie 2/2
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She leaned over him, stroking the stiff rod, first with one
hand then with both. She brought her mouth down to it and
enclosed the glans in a moist warm pressure. The very thought of
what she was doing as much as the actual feeling gave Adam a
sharp kick, like an injection. She held his prick with one hand,
lying on his loins, while she began to suck his prick steadily,
rhythmically. Up and down and with a twisting motion of her
tongue at the point of each stroke.
He tensed his loins. The sight of the action made it all
the
more exciting. She began to suck a little harder, sometimes
giving him a little bite, or scraping his bone of thick flesh
with her teeth. His penis was white under the scraping suck and
bright purple at its tip.
She released his jack with her hand and put both hands
under
his ass, holding his buttocks while she rammed her mouth down on
his penis. His prick disappeared right down her. He wondered
that
it didn't choke her, but she was clearly a specialist.
Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the
glans vibrate and pulse as if it were a beacon flashing out a
code into the darkness. He stiffened his hips, crossing his
legs,
pressing his ankles together. He felt the movement growing in
his
balls, as if he wanted to piss but couldn't. He watched her face
working over his abdomen, her lips being pulled out grotesquely,
clinging to his staff, sucking it voraciously. He pushed his
loins up at her face, arching the lower part of his body from
hips to toes. His mouth worked in a sweet agony. His throat was
dry. His penis felt like a huge, top-heavy tree trunk. It was a
tree-trunk that was being felled, growing heavier and heavier
until it would suddenly fall down, down. He gasped. But what
would she do when he came? He couldn't think about it. Because
the moment was nearly here. It was growing, growing. Strangled
noises forced their way up from his lungs through the tortured
passage of his gullet. There wasn't far to go. He was coming,
now, now. He writhed his hips furiously. He seemed to be
standing
on his head. He saw as in a wild roundabout her face working,
the
lips sucking, his penis soaring, his body straining, the lights,
the rose, the red, the pink, a whirl. NOW! He let out a long,
high-pitched cry. He felt the needle-thin stream of sperm rush
from his balls along the tube at a great, unstemmable rate. She
went on sucking furiously as his load shot into her mouth and
his
hands sought convulsively for her head and pushed it hard at his
prick . . .
Gradually his penis deflated in her mouth, but she went on
gently nibbling it, sucking every last ounce of his sperm. He
gave a great sigh and flopped back, exhausted. She lay for some
time with her head against his belly, her mouth still at the tip
of his prick, her tongue cleaning the glans. And then finally
she
slithered up his body and kissed him on the mouth.
"Come on, sonny," she said. "Let's eat. I have a very
special meal ordered. Just get dressed and I'll ring down for
them to bring it up."
Adam began to dress. He heard her on the internal telephone
asking for the food to be brought up and for the wine to go with
it.
"This," he said to himself softly, "is the life---the only
life for me."
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