The Duke's Kamasutra

Kisses Down Under

He trows himself onto his back in a Vitruvian Man's position and grins wolfishly „Go on, take your guide and follow the instructions."

I get up and open the book's ninth chapter on mouth congress. I frown „It talks about hermaphrodites who mostly use their mouth on a penis." I turn the page and scan its content, finding a step by step description of the process. „Aha, according to the Kamasutra it is done by wanton women along with serving personel and mostly in some regions of Northindia and ususally forbidden for married couples ... and Vatsyayana states that done with love and according to the country custom, everybody should act according to his own inclination."

He groans „woman, you're driving me mad with scholarly explanations. Get practical and take my pole into your mouth!"

I kneel between his legs and take the base of his member in a hard grip and pump on it up and down. He groans as I pull his foreskin down and a drop of liquid appears on its top. I tentatively lick it up and process the tangy flavor: salty and a little bit of bitterness. I like tart in the cuisine and seem to discover a liking to it during bedsport as well.

No way am I able to take all of his length into my mouth, but I start according to the book with touching its engorged top with my moistured lips. His head falls back with an strong exhale. I on the other hand inhale his deeply masculine scent. He twitches in my hand while I start moving my lips as I would when kissing his mouth. Then I kiss the side of his penis and bite him lightly, forcing a hiss out of him. I move up his rod, press my closed lips fiercly against its top and take a short lick.

„Harder, bite me without teeth" he grounds out. So I slightly open my mouth, cover my teeth with my lips and give pressure with my jaws. My lover rolls his hips and pushes rhythmically against the resistance of my lips with little trusts. His heavy panting gives me a delightful feeling of power over this strapping specimen of a man and I start to rub my tongue around its head. He answers with a deep groan and I uphold my administration till he hisses „Suck me, deep!"

I pull the upper half of his member into my mouth and start sucking in earnest like I would have sucked a mango fruit back in India. With my tongue I circle his girth, which has grown even harder in the last minute. His movements grow more frantic and suddenly his hands fist in my hair. I try to follow the last instruction of the book and swallow his full length, but with three-fourths he touches the root of my mouth. I nearly gag on him but exactly this constrictions seem to send him off with a loud shout. His rod pulses and spurts hot salty liquid onto my tongue which I swallow while trying to breath through my nose.

I feel his iron becoming softer in my mouth while his grip loosens in my hair and he starts petting me tenderly. I release him after some last languid licks, sneak a peek at his handsome face and linger in the beauty of his relaxed features. He watches me under lowered lids, pulls me up in a sudden move, drapes me over his body and covers us with a blanket.

„Let us rest for a little while as we have to travel for ten arduous hours this day. But in the evening, I will breech your last frontier."