Before I Met Sandra

The first time I'd done it had been more secrete, we were holed up in a room with no windows. He had been working methodically, pumping my cock in his hand, my glans only just in his mouth, his tongue flicking around. It felt delicious. He made regular slurping noises. I could feel my semen gathering. My breathing became forced. I realised I was shaking.

"Oh yes... I think I'm going to... " before I could finish I was swimming in the first rush on orgasm. My heart pounded, blood rushed in my ears

"Oh god, yes..." I remember grunting as I came, thick ribbons of cum filled his mouth in pulsating torrents. I was surprised by the volume of spunk that sprayed from my dick, it felt like it would never stop. In front of me there was wet slathering sounds interspersed with grunts and intakes of breath. I felt him swallowing each ejaculation quickly and before the next, until with a wet smacking noise, more like a put on kiss he pulled his lips away from me.

"Wow that was quite a load!" He exclaimed, "time for you to have another try now" I had to admit in the heady final wafts of my orgasm I felt confident and much bolder.

I manoeuvred back in to position, he stood in front of me, we were at the right height and distance apart. The same trembling sickly feeling as last time swept over me but I ignored it. I took hold of his erection and rubbed it. A drop of pre-cum formed at its tip and glistened, sparkling under the halogen lighting in the ceiling. I felt his warmth on my lips. I let them part, my senses crashed and rolled over me as in one smooth action my mouth filled with male flesh. I rubbed my tongue back and forth over it feeling its velvety heat, this time no taste of urine, just sex. Then I pulled away and started to wank him with my hand just as he'd done. I used another of his techniques and let my salvia dribble on him to give lubrication, adding to it by occasionally taking his cock back in to my mouth. I could feel him getting harder and his breathing more haltered and deeper as I wanked him. His cock deepened in colour, more slippery clear fluid began to trail from it, extra lubrication, I dabbed at it with my tongue trying to define its flavour. My arm was tiring before his breathing changed; long silent pauses followed by deep exhalations. Despite the aching from my arm I quickened my pumping. I starting using my tongue more often, just as he'd done, repeatedly back and forth over its tip. Harder and faster, rapid short strokes, concentrating on the upper part, harder, faster until finally I knew I done enough.

"I'm going to cum." I heard his voice from above me. He stated it plainly in a matter of fact tone then exhaled heavily, his breath shuddered, conveying his physical state more than his tone of voice had. I felt queasy, no longer so sure I wanted to find out what the next event was going to be like, still I took his penis in to my mouth again.

"Ohhh...Ohhhhh...YES!" Now with vigour. I remembering him shudder. I froze in anticipation, maybe he wasn't going to cum after all and this was just a shudder of rapture. Then hot, greasy glycerine like liquid welled up inside my mouth. I felt sick. I came over light headed and sweaty at the thought of another man's penis sending his reproductive fluid in to my mouth. Before I could do anything more his turgid member throbbed several times in quick succession, again, again