Chapter 8

April’s lips on your cock was a new sort of feeling, but it was her tongue that sent shivers up your spine. You’d jerked off enough with lubricants that her lips weren’t some shocking feeling. A tongue was different though. A tongue slithered and prodded and pushed and felt in a way that lips didn’t.

You groaned, and April smiled as she licked her way around the crown of your cock, the tip of her tongue following the curve of the ridge.

“Holy crap,” you groaned.

April giggled warmly as she took your cock in her mouth and started to suck, her tongue playing against the bottom of the head. She moaned as she went a little deeper, slurping on your cock as her lips spread around your thickness. She used one hand to hold your cock at the base, slowly stroking you there, and her other one teased against your fuzzy sack. Should you have shaved down there? You’d never expected that this would be happening, that it was something you would need to consider. Did guys shave their balls, or did they wax them or something? Wouldn’t shaving leave a razor burn? But wouldn’t waxing hurt like hell?

You’d never had a reason to wonder.

April gagged softly about halfway down and backed off, leaving a trail of spit on your cock that she swept up with her stroking hand and used to lube her fingers. She slowly pulled her lips all the way off your cock, coming off the head with a pop, and swallowed.

“You’re so pretty,” you said, feeling kind of dumb at the blunt outburst.

“Thanks,” she said with a genuine smile. “You’re thick as hell down here, Ollie. If I even want to think about deep-throating you, I’ll need to do some practising first.” Her smirk was delightful, but the way she went back to licking and sucking you was even better.

You groaned as she worked you over, kissing up and down the sides of your shaft. Tongue all over the head. Slurping and sucking. She went slow, and then she went fast, drool dripping from her lips as she looked up at you and drove her mouth down on your cock.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, though it felt like longer, before the urge to come rose quickly.

“April!” you warned her, stuttering a little as your breath hitched.

She pulled off of you and positioned her face right at the end of your cock, her lower lip acting as a resting point for the glans as she jerked your shaft with both hands. “Come for me, Ollie. Come all over my face. Use this magnificent cock and dump your big, fat, sweet load all over my face, baby. I want to feel like a total slut for you. Can I do that? Can I be your- Yeeessss!”

Her teasing, sexual diatribe ended in a hiss as you groaned and came.

You couldn’t remember it ever feeling this good by yourself with your hand. It was primal. Your hips rocked as your legs and arms flexed. You wanted to watch, wanted to see it happening, but the force of the pleasure racking from your balls to your brain overwhelmed you and you squeezed your eyes shut.

The need to breathe is what broke you out of the hold of paralysis from the orgasm, and your whole body slumped as you exhaled what you’d been holding and then sucked in a breath greedily. You blinked your eyes open and looked down at April, who was laughing throatily as she slowly stroked your cock. There were at least a half dozen thick streaks of your cum across her lips, cheeks and glasses; two of them even reached up to her forehead. She was covered like in a porno.

“Oh my God,” you groaned.

“That was so fucking good, Ollie,” April said, breathing deeply. Then she took the head of your cock in her mouth and sucked softly, pulling the last dregs out of you and sending shivers through your body. “Mmm, you could do to eat a bit more fruit, but not bad.”

“Thank you,” you panted.

“Oh, baby,” April said, standing and taking off her glasses, leaving her looking a little like a cartoon with a clear ring around her eyes and the rest of her face plastered. “Please, that was my pleasure. Honestly, you’ve got a great cock. Let me go clean off my face.”