It was a joke at first. He asked me if I practiced and I coyly replied how? You're always busy…so busy I'm begging you He said I dunno…with a fruit or vegetable that's cock shaped. I laughed. Looked at him and laughed more. That's what I heard they do in like sex classes or whatever. I was almost in tears. OMG what?! What the hell are you talking about? That's just what I've heard. I glanced out the window to our left brand new apartments and the start of yet another shopping center to our right lovely untouched trees and a valley that was newly scalped. I turned to him and said this is probably going to be our last hurrah. They're taking all our trees, Christ! I mean you need to keep a few up. He agreed and we pulled past the area we called our spot. A crew was clearing it out. Damn he said. He circled back. So you don't take classes, do you ever practice? In what way? With like a carrot…? No! You mean I wasn't supposed to nosh on carrots like bugs bunny? We both laughed. He pulled into some brush behind a future development site sign. It's sexy what you do. How you do it and that you take pride in your work. Hey…I gotta make someone's top five. We got out of the car. The weather was cool with a light breeze thanks to that storm outta Mexico. He held my hand and guided me through the tangle of weeds and tree limbs until he found a small stump. Not bad, you can have a seat he grinned and immediately started undoing his pants. I teased him to come down here on my break just so I could see if playing with his perineum was really all it was cracked up to be. I read a small blurb in MH mag and baited him. His interest was piqued and now it was show time. I placed a hand on his left thigh and slowly brought his boxers down. He had that idiotic expression of a spoiled child on Christmas day. I licked the tip tantalizing slow and per his preference licked him from his balls up the frenulum or underside of the shaft. Back over to the tip where I sucked on it for a few moments before bringing more of him into my mouth. I took a breath and inquired again: You really use Irish Spring? Yeah. Seriously? Why do I taste soapy? No you taste like vanilla. I swear this exquisite man and his fabulous cock does. I wear lipstick and chapstick underneath. I hadn't thought of it until now but I don't own anything vanilla flavored. I kept going small breaks to get the sides of his shaft nice and slick so I could jerk him a bit. I held one hand around his balls and brought my middle finger towards the perineum my other hand was either massaging his thigh or being clasped under his massive palm. I could feel him tremble as I rounded the tip again. He said he loved that suction sound so I indulged him he began tugging on my ponytail damn oh damn girl! He bobbed me a bit then allowed me a breather while he rubbed his hard dick along my lower lip. I went all in and he bobbed me again. Open up a little more he said. I tried to suppress the gag I felt coming on. I was mildly successful. He held me there and gripped at my hair again. I played around with his balls and kept the rhythm he guided me to. I'm gonna cum he said almost breathlessly I tapped a bit on his perineum again before he thrust himself deep into my throat. He did it a few times and I luxuriated in his groans. I felt his warm ejaculate glide down into me. He wasn't done I sucked a bit more and he came again. I watched his entire body quake. He stood dumbfounded speechless before shaking his head Scooby-Doo style. We smiled at each other and I offered him a seat beside me on the stump. He pulled up his pants and we walked towards the car he was still recovering. Did I make the cut? You're definitely on my list he said
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