One final, involuntary twitch of John's penis sealed the deal in his mind. Caught in a haze of arousal, he climbed onto his bed and spread his legs as wide as they would go.
Bending over as far as he could manage, he craned his neck until his penis loomed just centimeters from his face. The engorged glans glistened in the light of the bedside lamp.
Grabbing the backs of his thighs with his hands, he attempted to pull himself into an even tighter arc. The tip of his penis pressed against his cheek, leaving a streak of pre-ejaculate on the side of his face. He readjusted his grip and made a second attempt. His eyes crossing as they fixated on the penis so close to his face. The second attempt was marginally more successful. This time, the penis landed near his urethra, glancing up towards his clitoris as he attempted to force his face down onto it. The electrifying sensation only strengthened John's resolve.
Third time's the charm though John as he aligned his penis once more with the opening on his face. This time, he managed to hold the tip in place by resting it at the entrance to his vagina.
Straining even harder, he attempted to push himself deeper. The salty taste of pre-ejaculate began to permeate his mouth as he managed to push the tip inside. He was surprised by the warmth of his insides, His penis, thicker than the baster he had used earlier, prodiuced a satisfying stretching sensation at his entrance.
John had reached the limits of his flexibility now. Try as he might, he could not go any deeper than he already had. Still, the sensation was pleasurable, even if he could not go any further. Rocking back-and-forth, John tried as best he could to give himself even more pleasure.
John was almost too lost in himself when a noise downstairs cut his session short. The distinctive clinking of keys in a lock signaled his mother's return from work.
