Your unseen head strikes the waiting lips and sinks straight back inside. You cry out, not a scream but a short burst of sound. You’re shaking, trying to still yourself, to breathe, and it starts licking your head again, sending that same unbearable pleasure shooting up your shaft and into your body, which panics again. Your hips thrust back, and you feel yourself pulled out of the clinging lips, which have no sooner popped free of your tensing head than the cord pulls you straight back in and your head thrusts inside again. And the tongue is waiting to lap up every bit of your shaking head.
This time your cry comes through gritted teeth as your hips flinch back, the frantic sound repeated a second later, and the second after that, and after that, each and every time your body recoils and is pulled straight back again, every time your head is sucked free then thrust back into a waiting frenzy of unbearable sensation. You can’t take it, can’t breathe, can’t, Gods the lips feel good, though! The moment they slide sharply off you, their liquid hold sinking to a point then popping free of your tip, and the moment they part as your plunged back in again, two moments amidst the torment of that madly licking tongue you just can't take! You close your eyes, focus desperately on those lips, thrust into them.
By the time your gritted teeth break into a sharp moan you’re thrusting all by yourself, the cord barely needing to pull as your hips ride back and forth through the tempest that’s just burst into a heart-lifting bliss! It feels so good, so damn good! You can barely feel them anymore, the moments when you leave and enter the lips, just feeling the ring of rising pleasure around the ridge of your head, drawing you into the swirling vortex working your head, both seeming connected to something deep inside your own body, drawing on an emptiness within you that’s quickly filling with an imminent need you’ve never known and all you can do is keep thrusting into it! Is this, what it, feels like, to “NAAAH!” you cry out as the tongue shoots down the underside of your shaft. You feel a smart where its tip struck your balls, but that isn’t what made you cry - it’s the sensation of your underside hugged by the tongue, riding the tongue, a line of liquid pleasure that sings and builds under you with each thrust forward, nowhere clearer than the last few inches of your underside which seem to be sucking all that bliss straight out of your body and into your - you cum! You don’t expect it, can’t control it, and before you’re anywhere near prepared you’re bucking and thrusting up into the hole, spasming into every burst of pleasure, the first few sharp but quickly getting longer and sweeter, your thrusts slowing as they draw out each beautiful, each, and, ev-ery...
Your head falls against the wall with a solid clunk. “Ah!” you cry, and immediately begin to laugh, the pain in your head so unimportant, so immediately forgotten as you just laugh. Quickly the movement becomes too much, your laughter shaking your oversensitive cock within the now too clear embrace of those lips, and you force yourself to stop, force your joy down, slow the spasming into gentle, slow... your lips are cooing and smiling as you hips draw out one last, slow, thrust down the tingling tongue, the end of which makes you gasp as you gently slide into the lips again, and stay smiling inside.
Gods yeah! Gods damn that wa-AAA! The tongue whips up the length of your shaft, coiling inside the lips as they clench around the base of your head, sealing you in again. The realization has only just struck when it all starts again - the tongue swirling its frenzy into your trapped head, your body fighting it, pulling back! But this time you’re not moving, your hips aren’t moving!! You fight twice as hard, pull thrice as hard, but your tired hips aren’t moving, leaving you thrashing ineffectually as your cock stays stuck right into that swirling torrent of unbearable bliss.
You’re fighting, your fists crashing against the tiles, you’re cursing and swearing and growling and your knees and arms and hips are all pulling as hard as they can! And there’s nothing you can do, not an inch of give as the tongue keeps swirling around and around your spasming head. Your eyes and mouth are gritted shut, each breath forced hissing through your teeth as your whole body rises and falls into each frantic breath. Why is it doing this, why –
“O!” Your mouth cries open as your body suddenly cringes inwards, folding down against the tiles, as behind the solid wall you feel the lips suck over the ridge of your head, then thrust forth, two moments of joy in the frenzy, then four moments as it does it again, then six, eight, twelve, the ring of flesh sliding back and forth over your ridge faster and faster! Did it learn! Did you teach it! GODS it feels even BETTER when you can't control it!
Your hips stay stuck shaking against the wall, your cock trapped inside as tongue and lips mercilessly work every oversensitive nerve of your head, the pleasure so much more that you can take, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it! But already you can feel it, the unbearable sensations starting to curdle, a pleasure building behind them, in them, through them. You breath through your teeth, hang onto that coming feeling of goodness, focus on that, want that, and a few seconds later your head flings back as the tongue shoots down your underside again.
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