Story by Mat Twassel
Illustration by Nils Stellansson

It is such a pleasure to watch her pleasure his cock. Her hand handles the phallus with care and grace. Her fingers can’t quite circle the girth but ring with perfect pressure, lifting the shaft skin just beyond the rim, then pushing down, a slow plunge, her little finger kissing his balls. Up and down, up and down, a deliciously erotic rhythm, the clasp of her fingers and palm imparting pressure, as she brings him slowly but surely towards climax.

It won’t be long now, but what will it be: an urgent geyser of creamy white seed, unimpeded, shooting high, flowing down over her fingers and wrist? Or at the last second will she dip her head and open her mouth and take the erupting cock fully in? Or instead might she swivel and lift her leg and encompass the about-to-ejaculate cock within her hot, wet, fuck-ready cunt?

As it turns out, it’s all of the above. Cum leaps from the penis slit, two, three, four powerful jolts, but then she leans low and fastens her lips to the corona of his cock to taste, to tease, to swallow, and to suck, sucking and sucking, and sure enough the penis soon regains sufficient stiffness that she can mount the stalwart cock stalk, and slide down, seating herself, and ride and ride and ride.