Unique Encounters

Ashley Williams. A gorgeous piece of work, with high cheekbones, a toned physique, and curves that would embarrass any other woman who stood beside her. She was one woman I'd like to know, and I was doing just that.

She stood before me, bent over with her ass extended. Her slender fingers on either hand were prying apart the cheeks of her rear, moisture rolling down her shapely thighs from the glistening slit between.

Like an animal in heat, I could hear her draw breath, harrowed and heavy. She ran a finger across her vulva, prying apart the lips within to display her inner recesses. They were hot, sticky, carrying her scent which wafted up to my nostrils. I breathed her in, unbuckling my uniform. A strap here, a zipper there; I felt the material slip away and hang around my waist.

Running a hand down over my left breast, I cupped the peak and tugged it. My lips quivered out a moan as I knelt behind her, palming either hand across a shapely cheek. Drawing in a breath, I leant forward and pressed my lips to her crevasse, my nimble tongue darting inside.

I could feel the shock run through her. Like at the snap of a whip, her back tensed and her tunnel flared out, then tightened, grasping my tongue with its walls. I was proud of my tongue, a serpentine thing that could seek the deepest nook inside my partner. Smiling to myself, I ran my fingers up her thigh and across her proud clitoris, standing for all to see like a small crest above her cunt.

Hungrily lapping away, her honeyed taste ran down my throat like nectar. I worked it up and around her crest, suckling on the fleshy bud, my teeth just barely grazing it as she thrashed her head about in ecstasy.

"M... More! Don't tease me like that..."

She groaned and mewled at me, looking over her shoulder with pleading eyes. I rose, an almost cruel smirk crossing my face. Licking my lips clean, I set either thumb in the waistband of my uniform, pushing it down. It sat just snugly under my hips, still firm against my thighs. I could feel my sopping crotch slicking the seat of it; something for laundry day to solve. But that wasn't all I was concerned about.

I had borne a pain, a tense throbbing ache since first she kicked aside her own outfit. With a small push downwards now, it all slipped away. Like a pillar with marbled veins, my proud cock jutted out above my uniform's zipper, pulsing for all the world to see. I ran a feverish hand down its length, looking hungrily at my partner.

"Do you like it...?" I asked in a hushed, raspy whisper. She turned and cooed, kneeling before me. Her eyes bright with admiration, she flicked her tongue against the head, eliciting a gasp in the base of my throat.

"Ahn!!"

"Ooh... Such a nice cock!" she said, taking the throbbing organ in her hand. I could feel her tongue press and massage the very tip, her nimble fingers tracing their way down my length. At its base, she dipped a digit into my cunt, pressing it up against the sensitive roof of my cavern.

Stroking me within, she looked my cock over. "I love this kind of cock... A thick shaft that tapers towards the tip, but with a big flaring head... Every time you pull back, it's going to rake me within, and it pops when you pull it out." she said, wearing a catty grin. "I bet you cum buckets, don't you?" she ran her tongue up my cock, from the fleshy hood of my clitoris to the fleshy cap of my head.

Suckling on me as though at a teat, she pushed three fingers into my tunnel, rolling them back and forth as I trembled, weak-kneed in delight. I could feel every system at the base of my cock tighten and throb... Just a moment more, just a moment longer--!

With a sudden cry, I could feel my shaft erupt. Thick white cream filled her mouth, spurt after spurt rocketing down my shaft and across her tongue. A half cup of seed burst from my loins in that moment, thoroughly painting the inside of her mouth a pearly white. Sloppily sucking and pumping her hands, she drank it down, gulping rapidly to accommodate me.

Suddenly, I did something rather foolish. In a moment of ecstasy, I plunged my still-spewing cock down her throat, pushing her nose into the trimmed triangle of bush above my shaft. I could feel her gag and push back, a torrent of jism and saliva spilling from her mouth. It hung off my shaft in webs, splashing against the floor as she pulled back. But surprisingly, she didn't yell or complain.

A wide, toothy grin was on her face. "Wow!" she exclaimed, holding my still-throbbing cock in awe. "I've never gone down that far and been gagged! Your cock is totally perfect for my throat!"

"Huh...?" I asked, bleary-eyed.

"Most... cocks don't do much for me. I like to fuck, but I find it too easy to suck. There's no challenge and they come within minutes..." she said, running her fingers over the head. "You... You cum a ton, and you can gag me. I love it!"

I laughed, not just a little, but a full-on belly laugh. Throwing back my head, I cackled. She grinned, giggling at my reaction. Just then, I could feel her mouth back on my cock, taking me down inch by inch. Her hand grasped mine and placed it on the back of her head, patting it.

I knew what she wanted.

Heaving hard on the back of her skull, I shoved my cock down her neck, right to the root. It was even deeper than before, her nose squished against my pelvis. She was silent for a moment, not even drawing a breath. I swallowed. Had I gone too far?

Just then, her throat convulsed and spat my phallus free. Heaving, choking, and sputtering past all the goo running off her lips, Ashley grinned at me.

"Nice." she said, cleaning off her mouth.

My cock twitched in response. I stared at her in disbelief. She really loved being gagged. The last girl I'd done that to had stormed out of the room, leaving me with a hard-on and a bad hangover the next day.

Ashley rose and moved towards me, running her hand down over the lips of my cunt, her mouth nestling itself on the rise of my breast. Flicking her tongue across a nipple, she kissed her way up, up, and over to my mouth. She shared a caress, lips locking and tongues dancing against mine. Either of our arms hung on each other's shapely hips, cupping and fondling as they were wont to do.

"Now then soldier... I think it's time for the real show. Think you can get that big instrument of yours to make my pussy sing...?"