LOC(LORD OF CAULDRONS)

Samuel had yet to wholly grasp what he had agreed to before Stannie was in action.

Without preamble, she handed him the whole cake plate before disrobing him from the waist down.

As she did so, her hand brushed over his engorging length, which felt pretty good. Good enough that he stopped himself from questioning what she was doing to him. He stayed perfectly still with an entire cake as he watched the curvy woman in action.

The reality of things did not hit him until she brought her face very close to his now ram-rod appendage and gave it a long, slow sniff. He almost flinched at the pleasure it sent up his spine, followed by a warmth that rapidly started to spread throughout his body.

Daintily, she pushed her face to the exposed skin and started to rub herself across his hardened prick, slowly moving down to his base as she did so. Those pleasurable jolts went up a notch along with the pleasant warmth that now had a hum.

Then came the languid press of lips accompanied by soft but deliberate suction. It started from the base and languidly moved upwards, leaving wet spots as Stannie travelled up to his tip.

A moan escaped Samuel’s lips, followed by a heavy breath as the room seemed to turn hazy.

Stannie’s tongue slowly struck out and started to slowly spin around the base of his tip. Seeing the inviting mouth so close, Samuel was almost overcome with the urge to shove his prick between those two full pink lips, but the fascination at her actions held him back.

After a couple of circles, the urge to shove it in went to near breaking point, but the devious girl chose that moment pop it in right at that moment.

And she was not gentle with it; no, she hilted him to his very base in a single gulp.

“Hngghh!!!...”

Samuel’s breath got caught in his throat as his entire shaft was now under a myriad of new sensations, all of them so pleasurable that for a fraction of a second, he stopped. Reality stopped for him for a fraction of a second, and he was no longer in a room having the time of his life.

Samuel was back to the scene that was forever burned into his mind.

A tree, one so massive that he was barely a speck in front of its magnificence, stood in front of him. Samuel had a full view of this tree despite knowing how big it was. There was an omniscient view that allowed him to take all of it at once.

Despite this grandeur and his awareness of it, Samuel was not overwhelmed. If anything, he felt safe, free of all the confusion that plagued his life. The tree seemed to understand his thoughts as a small hollow path opened at the center of its bark, urging him in.

He listened to this guidance, and as fast as thought, the scene changed. There was now a sun in the sky, and the void in which he had been floating was gone. This place was familiar; it was where he felt the safest, under the tree that he all but worshipped. He was in the garden of his orphanage, but all he could see for as far as his vision could travel was the tree and the grass that he knew intimately.

An innocent smile now hung on his face as he approached the tree. Everything here was perfect, which meant there was only one thing to do. He walked to the base and lay on his back, using one of the roots to support his head.

This was his favorite memory and most desired time, the one moment in his life where the rigors of life did not bog him down. An unending sense of calm flooded him as he closed his eyes. He was ready for the world.

Samuel came back to himself as tremors wracked his physical form. The pleasure of the single suck was far more than his puberty-addled body could handle. His senses had been overwhelmed in that single motion, and his limit was reached.

He had erupted his length long enough that the fluids went directly down her throat causing her choke and gag. Tears came out the sides of her eyes and snot out of her nose, but she kept him in her. Despite the tears, her eyes looked glazed over in pleasure.

Despite the release oozing back up her throat, not a single drop escaped the seal formed with her mouth. Her tongue swished around the fluid, her faculties slowly returning to her. Slowly and deliberately, she let go of the dick, making sure to swallow around the lodged appendage.

She popped out the half-flaccid dick getting most of it in her mouth, but despite her best efforts, quite a bit was still on the exposed mast. After loudly gulping down the fluids still in her mouth, she attacked the prick, cleaning off every bit of sperm.

This was the tasting thing she ever had; what else was she supposed to do?