Chapter 167 Naughty Seaside Encounter:>>6

• I guess I'd never given much thought as to how my sister was in bed, but it was clear that Chelsea knew how to eat cock. She held my shaft lightly with one hand, just a finger and thumb near the base so that she could control the direction and angle as it entered her mouth, using pressure and cadence to give me pleasure. To begin with she only worked at the head, holding it in her mouth by clamping her lips over the shaft just below the glans, her head remaining motionless as her tongue worked on me. She used the tip of her tongue to drill into the eye, drawing out the strands of lubricant I released; then reverted to a soft, undulating motion, flicking her tongue against the frenulum, curving it slightly around the contours of my cockhead to maximize my pleasure. Sometimes she sucked, drawing the insides of her cheeks together so they rubbed against me, her head bobbing gently to increase the sensation. And all the time she watched me, her grey eyes steady on my face, using my expression and the sound of my pleasure to judge how she should move.
• As the sensations built she began to take me deeper into her throat, her lips sliding down the shaft, slick and shiny from her spit. As I slid into her I could feel the tight, narrow confines of her throat pressing against me until every millimetre of the shaft was embedded into her; and then she would bring her head up, tilting it slightly so that the glans rubbed against the warm, soft inside of her cheeks as it emerged, her tongue fluttering against it and the pressure of her lips increasing until they locked around the rim.
• I could feel the inexorable rise of my cum, the pressure building in my guts in a long low spiral that threatened to engulf me. She sensed it and drew me out, playing me like an instrument, squeezing the base of the shaft to control me, slowing the languorous lapping of her tongue so that the pleasure built more slowly. Sometimes she would stop, allowing the shining purple head of my cock to slip from her mouth: and she would smile at me, her lips glistening with my juices and her slender white hand around the shaft wet with spit and discharge. And then, when the tsunami of my impending orgasm retreated, she would bend to her task again.