"Uhhhhhhghh!!" Paul grunted, throwing his knees up, tipping his torso back until all his weight lay on his shoulders and the back of his neck, until his thighs bracketed his head, until he faced his own crotch.

"Ten seconds," she reminded him, gleefully. From the angle she had of the proceedings, which was looking directly down on his exposed cock and balls, she could see his scrotum was totally hairless, a nasty, wrinkly maroon bag snuggled tight about the huge gonads.

Paul grabbed his cock with his left hand and with his right he gripped his buttocks, using the strength of his arms to bend his pelvis, to draw his groin and the stiff length of his penis closer and closer to his face. The gleaming bulb brushed the tip of his nose, then he jammed it full against his mouth, planting a loud, moist smack upon it.

Despite herself, Joselyn was amazed. She didn't think anyone but a contortionist could've pulled off this annoying feat… and a double-jointed contortionist at that. The sight of him kissing his own cock made her pulse rate soar.

"No!" she said, as he started to remove his tip from against his lips. "Lick it! I must see you lick it!"

Paul closed his eyes tight. It was clear that what he was doing wasn't giving him a whole lot of pleasure, but then again, it couldn't have been hurting him too much either as his erection did not go down.

She jumped down from the bed, kneeling on the rug beside him. "Go on!" she exclaimed excitedly, reaching up to stroke his swollen balls.

Disgraceful or not, disgusting or not, Paul did as she asked. He parted his lips and extended his tongue, sweeping the moist red tip of it over the sticky face of his cock. When he pushed the tip through the angry folds of his nerve bundle, the gathering of all his cock's ganglia, the fiery strip of skin just beneath his slot, he groaned balefully and his eyes popped open.