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Her Tongue Worked Marvels
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Her Tongue Worked Marvels
[An Erotic Story by Deiter Pennmann]
Gina had a special talent that she was renowned in
several counties for. She could pleasure any guy, virtually
to death, with her agile tongue.
One particular night she got a call, just as she was
finishing off a local boy, that really peaked her curiosity.
A particular local alderman, a late-middle age fellow, made
her an offer she could not refuse. If she could cure him of
his impotence, he would pay her $10,000. She, of course,
agreed.
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Around midnight she arrived a run-down motel. She
pulled her pickup in front of one of the rooms. A younger
man clad in a sharp suit met her. "In there", he said and
then left her company.
Gina walked into the room and saw a mid-fifties aged
man lying beneath the sheets of the bed. He had no shirt on,
and she figured he had no pants on either. He smiled a
worried grimace when he saw her. He was risking a career if
any word of this should leak.
Gina grabbed the sheets and pulled them down to the
bottom of the bed. She inspected the dick she would have to
make rise to the occasion. It was one of the smallest she'd
ever seen. It seemed especially tired looking to her.
"Honey, can you make me have sex again?" the older man asked,
desperation coming through in his voice.
"We're sure gonna try, fella!" she responded. She
stepped back and began stripping her clothes off. When she
had only her panties left, she stepped toward the bed. "You
pull these off." The man, hesitant at first, grabbed her
orange polyester panties and dragged them downward, exposing
her shaven mons.
Gina kicked her underpants over her feet, then laid on
top of the man. His prick didn't even twitch. She began
kissing his chest, slowly making little circle with her lips,
gradually moving lower.
Some ten minutes later, when most men would have fluids
gushing out of their trouser trout, the older man was still
limp as an overcooked noodle.
Gina decided her talent was needed. She leaned up and
kissed the man on the mouth, tonguing him for effect, then
went down to his crotch.
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Gina fondled the limp cock in her fingers, still
receiving no response. Then she put it in her mouth and
sucked gently. She kneaded and swished with her tongue on
the warm worm-like organ. With one hand she fondled the sad
sack that was the man's scrotum, with the other she fingered
his belly button.
She worked and worked at the man and after almost half
an hour with the limp cock in her mouth, she felt something
give. Quickly the man's dick got hard and filled her mouth
with its dimensions. She worked at the tip and the
underside, gently simulating the thrusting of a vagina by
moving her head up and down.
For all the time it took to get the man hard, it was
over quickly. Gina tasted the salty pre-orgasmic juice, then
her mouth became awash in raw cum. She drew her head away,
drawing a bead of semen. She swallowed hard, sucking the
string of jizzum in like a strand of spaghetti.
After some afterplay, the man handed her $10,000 in cash
and then bade her goodbye.
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Gina, some days later, found herself with a local youth.
He was scarcely 18, and was as horny as most guys his age.
Gina knelt before him, topless, staring at a growing bulge in
his spandex biker's shorts. She glanced up at his open shirt
and bare chest, reaching up to run her fingers along his
rippling muscles.
She grabbed around to his ass and forced his hips into
her face. She rubbed her cheek along the rigid rise that was
his cock, smelling the mild odor of his crotch and getting
turned on.
"Baby, I am about to cream my pants. Lick my juice.
Eat my dick. Fuck me. Anything!" he cried.
Gina pulled his pants down to his knees, freeing his
pulsing pecker. It bobbed gently with every one of his rapid
heartbeats. His nuts were drawn close to his body. She
gripped the base of his dick and pulled her hand along it.
When she stroked past the glans of his penis, he almost lost
his balance with the shear pleasure of her masturbating him.
Then she drew her lips along the tip of it, coating them
with his pre-cum. She slowly pushed his cock into her mouth,
working at his sensitive area with her tongue. "Shit, man,
that's fuckin' great! Eat me. Swallow me. Uh, oh, yeah,
yeah! Drink me!"
He was all the way in her mouth when she began working
her magic. Her tongue lashed madly with slippery, hard
grinds. She could feel his balls draw even closer to his
body. His body hair was standing on end. His legs were
shaking and his abdomen twitched.
"Oh, don't stop. I wanna cum in your mouth. I, oh, uh,
want you to drown in my semen. Eat me, fuck me!"
She continued her blow job. Finally the guy's knees gave
out. He slowly fell to the ground. She all the while
maintained her fellating. As he lay moaning, she started
fingering his butt hole.
That anal massage was all that was needed. She felt his
cock get really hard. Even the glans puffed with blood.
Then she felt a burst of warm cum belt her in the back of the
throat. A second later he filled her with his cream. Sperm-
laden pearlescent liquid dripped from her lips as the boy
emptied his balls of all they had to offer.
Gina continued mouthing him and sucking all she could
from his cock until he began to soften. After she pulled off
and cleared her mouth of his goo, she laid beside him,
stroking his stiff-nippled chest.
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An old flame had gotten Gina into the sack. After
reaming her out with his eight-inch rod, she decided it was
time to really show him a better hole to go poking in to.
She got into a 69 and pushed his cock down parallel to
his legs. She licked his dick from his pubic hair to the
glistening tip of his manhood.
His moans were periodically interrupted by spans of
slurping as he tongued her pink pussy, flicking his langular
organ around her clit.
Gina performed fellatio on him until there was a big wet
stain beneath his cock, on the sheet, where his pre-cum was
dripping.
Gina came in her old boyfriend's face, wetting his
handsome figure with her cunt juices. She rolled off him,
drooling his pre-cum.
Her boyfriend reached onto the floor and, from a duffel
bag, produced a Remington electric razor. He made Gina shave
his chest, then his cock and balls. When she was done a pile
of pubic hair lay on the floor. He was bare as a baby. All
his exposed skin tingled as she rubbed areas long-hidden
beneath hair.
As she returned to blowing him, the pleasure was
many times increased. As she worked with her tongue, she
massaged his bare scrotum. Every twirl of his testicles
seemed to elicit squirts of pre-cum into her mouth.
Her boyfriend squeezed his legs on her head,
unwittingly, and clenched his fists tightly as he felt his
orgasm arrive. It was not his first of the sex session, and
thus would be more powerful, though without as much cum.
Gina sucked hard as a pulse surged through his thingy
and her mouth suddenly became awash in goo. She drew her
mouth away, leaving his cum coated all over his foreskin.
She then began giving him a fantastic hand job which, only a
few minutes later, succeeded in bringing him to a dry orgasm.
Gina loved her talent. So did he.
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