Jelly Blow Job From Sarah

[Nuri]

This is the ninth - and last - of the Sarah stories from Pretty Dirty.

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My mouth is numb from kissing your pussy. I’ve been kissing you for ages, feeling the passage of each orgasm through your body. I kiss you once more - deeply - and pull my face from you. You are spread eagle on the edge of the bed. You hands rest in exhaustion on either side of you head. You chest rises and falls in uneven and fitful breaths.

Your eyes are barely open, your lips parted, your face flush. You reach for me. “My mouth is so dry,” you say, “can you get me some water?” I walk into the bathroom and bring you back a glass. You sitting up when I return but seem a little dazed. I am wiping your wetness from my beard and mustache with a face cloth. “My mouth is a little sore,” I say. You have a gulp of water; “I’ll bet.”

You’re still breathing heavily when I sit beside you. You lean on me and rest your head on my shoulder. “That was really, really something,” you say. I kiss your hair and put my arm around you - pulling you close. I squeeze you to me. You look up and kiss me. Your mouth is cool from the water.

“My pussy is going to be sore for a week,” you say, holding the cool glass against it. “Sorry about that,” I say. You tell me not to worry about it. It’s after 10:00. Where would I be now if not for you, I think, looking at your body beside me. I’m glad we’re here. You kiss my cheek, down my neck and across my shoulder. “I think I owe you one,” you say, leaning across me to kiss my nipples.

I stroke your hair as you kiss down my stomach. You slide off the bed and kneel between my legs. You’ve regained your composure and a mischievous smile crosses your lips. You look at the array of open jars on the cart. “Hmmm,” you say, “what am I in the mood for?” You reach for me and cup my balls in your hand - squeezing them softly.

You select a jar of strawberry jelly and say “strawberries and cream” as you squeeze my balls again - laughing at your own silly joke. You bring the jar to you mouth and stick your tongue into it, covering it with jelly. “Weady?” you ask, your mouth full of the sticky stuff. I smile, shake my head and lean back on the bed.

You start by sliding my head into your mouth. It feels so weird - the temperature and texture of the jelly against my skin. I can feel you swirling it around me with your tongue. It makes my dick really hard. I can feel you swallowing the jelly. You gag on it a little and I pop out of your mouth. I tiny dribble is on your chin.

You hold my dick up and bend in closer to me. I can feel your sticky tongue on my balls. You put one then the other into your mouth and suck on them. Your hand is wrapped around my dick, stroking. You lick around my balls to the base of my dick and begin planting little kisses on me. My dick is surging for you, for your mouth again - to feel your warm mouth and tongue on me and around me.

I prop my head up on a pillow so I can watch you suck me. Your licking up my dick slowly, stopping to kiss me as you go. I can see the pink smear of the jelly on me as you go. You reach for the jar and put a dollop of the stuff on the tip - spreading it around with your finger. You look at me with smiling eyes.

You begin licking the very edge of my head - a point that drives me wild. The heat of my dick is making the jelly run and as it does your tongue darts around to lick up the thin pink streams. The sensation of you all over me is terrific. You kiss around my head, kneeling higher now.

Just as I think you will keeping me aching forever, you slide your mouth over and around me. I groan as you pull me into you. The whole while your eyes are fixed on mine. I raise my hips. You push your mouth down further. There’s not one bit of me now that isn’t in your mouth. You begin to raise and lower you mouth around me, taking me in.

You slide your mouth up and begin using your lips and tongue on my head again. My dick is so hard and my balls are aching. You slide you cheek down me. My dick is wet from your saliva and the jelly. You begin to rub it across your mouth and face, leaving wet trails on it as you do. “I’m not going to suck you for too much longer,” you say, kissing around the rim of my head, “I want to taste your cum too much to wait.”

These words - and your lips and tongue and hand - are magic. I tell you I want to cum in your mouth. You begin sucking on my head again, twisting your head around me with your tongue pressed against me. You do this slowly at first but then you quickly lower you mouth hard and fast around me again. You do this again and again until I am moaning for you.

You take me all the way into your mouth and suck hard, bobbing your head a tiny bit and stroking me with your tongue. It’s all I can take. I call out and begin to cum. I feel your mouth moving to suck the cum from me and swallow it down. I feel your throat taking in my cum. My hips buck up at up, my cum flowing. As with the jelly, you gag a little but keep sucking and swallowing.

There is sweat on my face when you are done. You slowly slide your mouth off of me and swallow one last time hard. You reach for the water and have another big gulp. You hand it to me as I sit up and reach for it. I take a long swallow and sigh as I put the glass down on the cart. “I am totally beat Sarah,” I say as I hoist you up onto the bed next to me. “Me too,” you say.

We decide it is a good time for a nap and crawl up to the top of the bed. We cuddle close in each other’s arm and fall into a well earned sleep.