As I look up at him, I smile. Rubbing his thighs and watching goosebumps form, I feel a small shudder travel up my spine. I LOVE this stage… that first touch. First taste. First moan.
How have I come to this? Me – being HIS first. Me – being the experienced one? How did that happen? As I open my mouth and lick my lips before extending my tongue for that all-important first touch, I reflect on my firsts… the fumble in the backyard of the party – both of us drunk and not too sure of what to do… and that first taste of cum, which started a lifetime quest for more…. The car park head at the drive-ins…navigating obstacles like gear sticks, hand brakes and even the dreaded car horn once or twice!
Then, the learning curve of how to really give pleasure under the tutelage of my first experienced lover. The one whose patience and guidance showed me what true pleasure feels like – in all its forms. Without words, showing me when to lick. When to suck. When to pull on his balls or stroke his shaft with that twist action that I’ve found that men like… and how to take him deep. That feeling… tears forming in my eyes and barely being able to breathe – I became addicted to that with him. Pressure on my head, holding me closer. His praise of “good girl” … Since him, I have refined and redefined what I like to give, and learnt to read the subtle signs that show me I am doing well.
Still looking at him, my new lover, I begin to massage his balls. Such gorgeous, low-hanging ones with a distinct “seam” which I love. Simultaneously, I lick the soft skin of his inner thigh – the dual touch making him twitch. Breathing heavily, he looks down and tries to push his hips forward, almost begging me to let him into my mouth. “Not yet, buddy,” I think to myself, determined to give him an experience he will never forget.
Smiling once more, I move my head higher and continue licking up towards his balls whilst massaging them. I can see that he is getting very excited already – precum just starting to form on his tip, but I ignore that at the moment. I can feel myself getting damp now – I LOVE pleasing others.
My tongue continues its upwards trajectory, enjoying the feel of his skin, the hair follicles, the veins and the hard/soft contrast. Reaching his balls, I lick that little area underneath, watching how the tip of his cock starts to bounce just that little bit. I laugh a little to myself, knowing I’m starting to really get to him. I lick around, further exploring every part of his balls. Sucking one into my mouth (just gently because I don’t want to hurt him) and then the other, I cover them in a light coating of saliva.
Fuck. He really feels good. I love that I can make him feel this way. I love that I can make myself feel this way. My nipples harden, and I’m beginning to smell my arousal.
I smile again. I feel great, I really do. I love that just with a touch of my tongue and my hands, I can create precum. That I can make him feel crazy. Make him feel hot. Make him feel desired.
Keeping my hands massaging his balls that are now covered in saliva, I move slowly back down to underneath his balls and give a quick lick to his perineum, his star and back to his gorgeous balls. And then I turn my attention to his shaft. It’s so cute – it’s been jiggling around a little bit while I’ve been paying attention to his balls. I lick slowly up the shaft, taking my time, feeling every ridge of his veins as I flatten my tongue. I apply light pressure as I reach the underside of his tip.
Pausing here, I watch his eyes, watch his face as I find those sensitive little parts. The ones that are making him gasp. I press lightly, then press a bit harder to see what does and doesn’t work for him at this stage. Using my tongue, I start swirling it slowly over his head. The precum makes his tip even slipperier. Fuck it feels good.
I take him further down, pushing past my gag reflex. It’s OK, I try to telegraph silently to him. I’m loving it. I really love it. Tears start forming in my eyes as I push him further down, holding onto his thighs with my hands, getting that leverage. Again, he seems unsure of what to do. I pull him off me and say, “Hold me there. I want to feel your hands on me. I want you to be in control.” At least – I think I said it – I probably demanded it! He holds my head, and tentatively, he starts pushing my head down onto his cock.
He groans. I moan around his shaft, loving the feeling, those little pulses as he feels the vibrations. It’s funny, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He brings them to my head, strokes my hair lightly and then drops them back. He puts his hands back on my head and draws them lightly in. I’m trying to encourage him to hold me tighter, hold me closer. I look up at him again and take just the tip, just the head of him into my mouth. Hmm. It feels so good. I close my eyes and swirl my tongue around the underside of the tip, beginning to giggle a little to myself as I feel him jump in my mouth.
I take another inch and let him feel around the inside of my mouth. He’s pushing in now. Fuck – it feels good. I let him explore first one cheek, and then the other, letting him feel like he’s in control… but I know who really is! Setting myself on my knees a little bit, I take him a little further down. The precum is really flowing now. And my inner thighs are glistening.
I lower my tongue and relax my throat, allowing him to slide deeper and deeper into my throat until he completely fills me. He leans forward, trying for more depth, but I hold him back. His hands curl in reflex more around my head, just how I love to be held.
The sounds of his cock deep in my throat – the gurgle and gasping, the wet slurping sounds- all start to contribute to a sensory overload. His eyes are following every head bob – every movement of his cock through my lips. And my eyes never leave his face – watching for that telltale twitch… the desperate urgency on his face.
He grips tighter as I take him down again. Holding me there on his cock, his newfound confidence causes a throbbing in my pussy. His body starts to tense, and he thrusts a little more into my mouth. I know I have him on the edge. My pussy is saturated now and I can feel my inner thighs are slippery as I push them closer together, applying pressure to my clit.
I take him deep one more time, then pull off, strings of saliva hanging from my mouth and dribbling down my chin. I take him back deep into my throat, breathing heavily through my nose. Bobbing on his cock, I speed up the rhythm and suck him tightly until I feel him start to convulse. Quickly taking him down again, I feel spurt after spurt of hot cum travel down my throat – my reward for being a good girl. My pussy convulses, and a mini orgasm washes over me at the same time. I do not let him move until every last drop has been drained from him.
At last, spent, I allow him to slip from my throat. He sinks weakly to the floor with me, dragging in ragged breaths. I crawl up his body, skin to skin, feeling his shudders and uncontrollable shakes.
And then we kiss.
