Sadies' Meet Part 3

My lips touched the sticky sweet head of of his hard strong cock.  My tongue slid over the shiny surface gathering and collecting all of the pre and bringing it back to my mouth to be savoured.  One hand cupped his smooth tight balls as my other gripped the shaft tightly.  He was sitting on the settee, legs spread with me on my knees between them,  skirt wrapped tightly around my thighs his head was back, eyes closed and his mouth open breathing deeply.  
I lowered my mouth over the top of his organ and felt it almost fill my mouth.  My lips closed in around the rim of the glans and sealed as my tongue caressed and massaged the tip.  Due to its girth I found I was unable to take more than a few inches of its length into my mouth without me gagging and again its diameter would not allow me to open my throat and allow it entry.  I toyed with his balls continuing to monitor him, taking clues from him  as his hips began to rise pushing him gently in to my mouth against the soft skin at the back of my throat.  I sucked, explored , massaged and used my hands to maintain and arouse him  further.  His head was pushed back into the settee and he involuntarily lifted his pelvis higher searching for the stimulation to provide release.

I had to break off as my jaw felt as if I had been  sat in a dentists chair  for the last 20 minutes with my mouth as wide as possible.   I stood carefully straightened my skirt and adjusted my hair and stepped to the corner table at the end of the settee and took a sip of wine.  Still cold, it felt perfect as it ran down my throat.  With my back to James I felt his hands on my bottom cupping my cheeks, his fingers lingered over the back suspender clasps on both legs which he found under my skirt.   I felt my skirt slowly moving upwards.  I stood, legs together holding my wine glass with both hands savouring the feeling my sheer pencil skirt slid over my lace topped stockings.  His hands gathered the skirt and gently lifted the rucked material over the bulge in my black satin thong and the skirt continued upwards to my waist. I shifted my stance, slightly opening my legs and stepping back so that the arm of the settee was against the back of my thighs. His hands were all over me, stroking my legs and thighs, tracing the taught black lace-trimmed suspenders, circumnavigating the tops of my stockings.  His fingers found the waist band of my thong and with two fingers he traced the triangle of satin down to the cleft of my cheeks gently followed it down teasingly gliding over my hole to my peritoneum just behind my balls.  Skilfully, he hooked a finger under the thong and his hand began the slow journey back up teasing the thong from its nest between my bum cheeks. Once free of their grip the thong was pulled over to one side. I told him to lift the little triangle of material just below the waistband and he would find a clip that would release the strap.  With that done, both of his hands again cupped my cheeks and, fingers traced and danced up and down my crack slowly probing deeper searching for  the treasure.  My knees were weak with anticipation, I wanted to reach behind me and pull my bottom cheeks apart but the exquisite frustration was too pleasurable to rush.  
His fingers found my button and I felt myself lean forward, pushing my pelvis back and again widening my stance.  I felt like a tramp, but it felt gorgeous.
Gently his fingers worked their way around my button touching exploring teasing and pushing gently against the taught skin. I felt my cheeks pulled apart and his tongue flicking against me, searching the folds and creases looking for a way in.  I gasped,  and shuddered willing the warm wet muscular probe would force its tip into me as his hands held my cheeks apart and I pushed back feeling him struggle to get closer.

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