Of late, I've had cock on my mind as much as I've had clitty cats on my tongue. Here's a short story that came out of nowhere tonight... so you guys enjoy it...
The Goddess of Sex had finally decided to answer my plea and whisk me away from another mundane Sunday evening. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before grasping a cock with each hand. The Goddess knew exactly what I dreamt of…two cocks that were far from identical. The one in my left hand was long and veiny, reminding me of a textured tree limb—stiff and strong. The one in my right hand was shorter with a pronounced head that resembled a shitake mushroom, tasty and ready to cock up a great recipe of pleasure.
Debauchery can know many names but for this tale, names aren’t a priority. I knelt in front of the two most delectable cocks I’ve ever seen. They could have belonged to anyone. All that mattered to me was the pulsing warm flesh I held in each hand.
Indecision ruled my brain—which to lick first? A whisper that only I could hear said, “Remember…you read left to right. Pretend you’re reading cock and go from there.” I smiled at the cock in my left hand. Then said hello with the tip of my tongue flicking across the head of it; over and then around the rim. I sucked in the head. My mouth was a vacuum, as I drew it in deep.
The cock in my right hand moved across my palm, a gentle stroke reminding me that it was there too, waiting for my divine attention. With great regret, I left the cock in my left hand. But there was a small consolation that I would return to it very soon. My mouth took in a great deal of the head of the cock in my right hand. My tongue swirled around the hole at the crown. I longed for the dew that would flow from its fountain. But it was too soon.
And so began my reading… from one cock to the next, my mouth soaked in sentences of warm flesh. I outlined the rims of the cock heads with my tongue; sucking deep on each one—a punctuation of raw musky manhood. There were times I thought I would choke on their words, but I managed to absorb the meanings.
As I sucked one, I let the fingers of my other hand read the cock there—an insidious form of Braille sprung from my hand, stroking and teasing the smooth skin of the shaft and the soft sacks hanging beneath. From one to the other, I devoured the heady taste of cock until they merged as one and I fought to get both cocks into my mouth.
I forgot about reading each page. My hunger took control as I brought both cocks to the edge with a flickering tongue over their heads, as my hands stroked them with a fevered swiftness that I couldn’t control. I can’t remember which cock began to tremble in my hand, because as soon as it started the second one began to shake. I pulled my mouth away and aimed both cocks towards the blank paper of my face. What would they write? A poem about the hunger of a cum slut, who longed to have a sonnet penned on her face? Primal desires written in cum across her lips?
Both cocks squirted a sharp shot that robbed me of my breath. I let the cum mingle over my lips—the taste a mix of sugar and spice. As each cock wrote its climax on the pages of my face, I plotted our next storyline—the one where they traveled the journey of my cunt and explored the hidden valleys that lived there.
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