First and foremost, I want to say thank you to our fearless leader, Sommer, Smut Grrrrl, Marsden for cumming coming up with our whirl wind Blow Hard Tour idea! Thank you for letting me be part of blow job history in the making too. It’s been too much fun everyday!
What more can I possibly slurp share with all of you that hasn’t already been licked, sucked, or fingered at our sucky-fucky festival from one these incredible blowers and writers already? What additional load of fun can I give to Sommer’s Blow Hard Tour?
So I’m asking you, dear lover’s of oral indulgence - What do you like best about giving and receiving the gift of oral love? Or if you’ve been touring with us, please share if you’ve learned something new about yourself, or your partner (s) over these past 11 raptured fun filled days.
Is it the dominance/submission of the act? The moaning magic sounds? The visual feast? The salty, sweet taste? The velvet feel of skin against your lips and tongue? Or the raw, sultry smell of sex that turns you on? Maybe it’s a combination of two, or perhaps you’re into a menage a many of these senses, all intermingling together that send you into blissful orbit. Please grab two friends and cum come share your thoughts.
Oh, and it dawned on me that no one in their right mind, or thinking with the right head would pass up one last lickadickalicious story, right? Therefore the piece written below to end our blow job tour is appropriately titled in the header above:
Subserviently on my knees I yield to you and your beautiful cock. I close my eyes and give you everything that I am. I feel a surge of power bubbling up from within me as I lick and suck you. Your dick grows harder and longer against my greedy tongue. Zealous fists grab for my hair, while your hips move with me and your moans echo above me. My mouth and your cock become one. God, you taste like perfection. My pussy swells. I’m dripping wet.
My finger tips brush up against your balls and I push further past; searching for your sweet, hot spot deep inside. You whisper, “Please don’t stop.” How could I stop? But I do. My pussy thrums the words, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Our eyes meet and I slip my fingers between my legs. I smile at you as I begin to lick your delicious cock, again; tip to base and then back again with the very tip of my tongue. You shiver. I lick my lips and open my mouth as I take in each savory inch and swallow your bad day.
A deep moan of satisfaction rises from your quivering lips as your hips grind those last final strokes down my thirsty throat. You pull away and I feel the warm, white lighting spattering across my crimson, flushed face. My own orgasm spills over me now and I’m temporarily transported to another place.
We both fall onto the bed in blissful exhaustion. I see your legs flitter. Your breath is heavy, but steady. You move one arm up until it comes to rest on your forehead, while the other lies gently across your beating chest.
I raise my head and look up at you; lying peacefully on the pillow. You grin at me. Your eyes say with a smile, ”Thank you, baby.” And I move my finger tip into the crease of my own smile; tasting your salty-sweet cum lingering on my wet lips.
Licked dirty, clean,
Wait! Don’t forget to leave a comment today, my can’t get enough head friends. You might win, win, win a blow job. Okay, sorry, not exactly. You could win a very large (but managable), thick and looong prize though. Cum Come on. Give it up. If not for me, for the sake of blow jobs everywhere.
Also, be sure to check back here tomorrow, or at Sommer’s, April 12 and again on Monday, April 13, Sommer has not just one, but two surprize guests to round out the tour! Yippee!