My jaws hurt, and I felt like I was going to gag. It was the most glorious feeling in the world.He was too thick to really suck the way I'd like, so I... settled for licking and slobbering all over his shaft, while he held me in place and fucked my face. He was a demanding lover, and one who knew what he wanted -- and just how to get it -- but he wasn't careless. His thrusts in and out of my mouth were well-placed and well-timed, allowing me just enough time to breathe between mouthfuls of cock,. As he stood there, his thoughts drifted back to the superhuman powers he had learned to use when he was dreaming. He also thought about how strange it was that he almost always seemed to know when he was dreaming. He had heard people say that no one ever consciously knew when they were dreaming and that they never saw colors in their dreams. But, in nearly all of his dreams, he knew that he was dreaming. As for the colors, he had seen colors in his dreams for as far back as he could. They went out on dates regularly and he would who come by every weekday morning to pick her up to school. My window of opportunity would therefore be between the time she returned home at night and the morning when her boyfriend arrives. I decided to act on a Sunday night.That night, I parked my car on a lane close to her house and waited. At around 11PM, her boyfriend’s car appeared and they got off. She was wearing a body hugging blue spaghetti top and dark coloured pants and was looking. There, it was finally buried in my throat and I didn't want to let go. The fullness, the taste, the complete sluttiness of having this young studs cock lodged in my throat was pure bliss. I could have hung off his cock for hours nursing it over and over again but he and my wife had other plans. My wife slowly pulled my head back and wanted to see me get slowly throat fucked. He obliged...as he slid his saliva soaked cock out of my mouth, I began to lurch forward, please don't take it out I.