Julie Jumps part5
The blood surged through my head and I felt my cock
again stiffening to a rock-like hardness in her softly sucking
mouth. She hummed softly on it, sending shivers of sensation
through me. Her tongue worked over and around it and she began
to pump it slowly in and out of her sucking lips. It felt so
hot and slippery that in no time I was flying high again.
She steadily increased her pace, plunging down on my
burgeoning cock and then sucking gently as she lifted her head
off of it. Her right index finger and thumb encircled the base
of it and her left hand palmed my balls gently, silently asking
for another delivery of hot cum.
I couldn’t wait to oblige, and her attentions became
more strident and demanding as she took me higher and higher
into a cloud of brilliant sex-pleasure. She began augmenting
her efforts by pumping the skin of my cock up and down in rhythm
with her sucking and at the same time squeezing the shaft
rhythmically with her thumb and finger. It was like being
fucked and sucked at the same time, and it sent me completely
off my rocker. My brain seemed to be spinning at a thousand
miles an hour, cruising along at 50,000 feet. My senses were
swamped in a continuous blast of pleasure. I grasped blindly
toward the walls, trying not to collapse as my muscles seemed
almost out of my control.
I felt the warmth of her hand cupping my balls and she
gulped “Cum, cum, cum…” with each plunge onto my prick. The
vibration of her voice was indescribably pleasurable. My
breathing was hot, hard, and spasmodic when I could be sure I
was breathing at all. Then I don’t think I breathed at all for
what seemed an eternity. My muscles were all locked rigidly, my
back arched, standing on tip toes to give her as much access to
my most sensitive spots as possible. I was drowned in
incredible sex, feeling as I never had before.
Without any warning I started cumming again, feeling
like I was spurting gallons into her hot mouth, a volcanic
eruption that started in the depths of my being and boiled
inexorably toward the surface until it burst almost explosively
from my cock. Her tongue worked overtime, lashing ferociously
around my cock as her lips and fingers milked me for all I had
left. I shook and convulsed in the stuffy closet air as I came
and came, and her slippery lips clenched pleasurably on my prick
as she swallowed it all. She hummed her appreciation as she
slowed her pace to a steady, gentle pistoning that lovingly drew
out my hottest juices.
Finally I almost collapsed over her and she steadied me
with her left hand while she gently sucked and milked the last
few slippery dribbles from my softening cock. She was truly an
artist at oral sex and I knew this was a life experience I would
never forget. It was all too obvious that she loved giving such
pleasure.
Finally she pulled my softening shaft from her lips with
a smack, gave it a few soft parting licks of her cum-coated
tongue and stood up, still helping steady me on my feet.
Gasping for breath, shuddering spasticly, I gazed in
ecstasy on her shining face, and we smiled gloriously at each
other. We silently hugged and kissed again, tasting each
other’s juices on each other’s tongues, and then began to
shakily get our clothes back together.
Before she could fasten her bra I had to lean forward
and kiss and suck her magnificent breasts once more, and she
sighed and stroked my head in appreciation as I did so.
She fastened her bra and then gently squeezed my now
hanging dong and kissed me again.
“I hope we get a chance to do this again some time.” she
said, but I think we both knew that this would probably be our
only encounter. We kissed softly and deeply, silently
expressing our thanks to each other for the wonderful experience
we had shared.
Then I pulled up my pants and put on my shirt and she
zipped up her panties and pulled on her sweater. I picked up my
tie and she listened at the door for a moment to make sure no
one was walking through the short hallway outside.
Then she grinned and winked at me, turned out the light,
and exited through the door into the brightly lit hall. I
followed quickly and shut the door behind me as she turned the
corner to enter the ladies’ room. I hurried the other direction
into the mens’ room and, thankfully finding it empty, entered a
stall and sat down to dry my crotch with some toilet paper.
Then I washed my hands, quickly put on my tie and left, feeling
flushed and sweaty but tingling all over with ecstatic echoes of
the fantastic sex I had just experienced.
A few moments later I made my way back to my office,
still shaking inside, and went back to work, still able to taste
and smell the exquisite bouquet of sex. What a wonderful
afternoon it was.
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