When he first saw her naked, her beauty seemed to melt him. His attraction to her glittered like magic, and his cock rose, swelling with this new experience of love.
Her cock was shining, like a purple lollipop, and it was visually overpowering to him; he felt this magic enter deep into his heart; he knew somehow, that he was already changed.
Previously, he had found vaginas beautiful. Their smoothness and shape. But, he felt her beauty in every cell of his body, as though this was always who he was, deep down.
His eyes were focused upon her cock, wobbling slightly as it swelled. And her pubic hair, wavy and black. He imagined how wonderful it might be, to place his nose there, in her pubic hair above her cock. To smell those hairs and the skin around her cock, to let that smell go into his body, teaching his brain and mind to be owned by it. To be owned by her.
He told her that he was hers. And that if she liked, they could initiate that physically.
She climbed onto him, sitting her tight booty and thighs across his chest, her flat chest curving upwards, with her hard, thick penis, throbbing over his neck and face. Her balls swung and flopped, lifting herself up slightly, she lowered them into his mouth.
They moved like liquid love against his tongue. She masturbated over him, the smell of her pre-cum mixed with her pee, overwhelmed him, making his cock grow bigger, making him want to be possessed by her. She asked him to stop sucking, and he obeyed. She continued to masturbate in full view of his face, smiling and grinning, giggling with pleasure, as she showed him her girth, slowly, ever so slowly moving her foreskin before his eyes.
He saw every detail of her dry, wrinkly foreskin, as she rubbed it upwards and down, her shaft hard against his nose and face. She pressed the head of her dick against his nostrils, moaning and touching her nipples, running her arms around her slender body, her beautiful princess-like face, expressing emotions of love and joy, her short black hair, wet with her sweat, her eye makeup running in her tears of pleasure.
“I think I am corrupting you,” she said to him, smiling sweetly, as she continued to slowly stroke her foreskin over his face.
“I’ve never showed a guy my dick before, nor have I played with it in front of a guy”, she said. “But I am really quite enjoying this,” she continued, leaning down to kiss him, before gently pushing the head of her cock against his nostrils.
“Do you like that smell?” she asked, gently.
“I love your smell,” he said, smiling, and biting his lip.
“Ooh look, you can see some of my precum. Would you want to taste that?”
“Yes,” he replied. And she softly placed the head of her dick against his lips. He kissed her there, so gently, and in the kiss gently lapped her head with his tongue.
“So, who do you think is going to be… you know?” she said, grinning.
“What do you mean?” he asked, excitedly.
“Well, even though I said that I would never fuck a guy… After this experience with you, I am not quite so sure. What if we ended up in a routine where I was the one fucking you all the time? Gosh, what would people think,” she said, grinning, with her eyes shining.
“I know that you said you would love to if I ever wanted to too. How do you feel about that now, after this experience?”
“I think you already know,” he said, grinning and excited.
“I need to pee, and then go to work,” she said. “Want to come with me to the bathroom?”
They walked together hand in hand, their slender naked bodies perfectly beautiful together, their cocks slightly less hard, and swinging beneath their pubic hair.
She sat down upon the toilet seat, and then stopped.
“Do you ever sit down to pee?” she asked, smiling. “I feel like it’s one of the classy things about being a lady.”
“Would you like me to?” He said, looking amused and mischievous.
“Then how will I pee?” she giggled. “I could always pee in front of your dick, I bet you’d like to watch.”
He peed sat down. His arms were around her. She held his head gently against her chest with one hand. Her other hand held her cock as she started to pee. A squirt of her urine landed on his pubic hair.
“Do you really want me to hold my dick?” she said to him with a giggle.
“No,” he replied, smiling and relaxed. “I bet you’ll be excellent at aiming.”
She snorted a laugh like a pig, bursting into a giggle. “Here goes,” she said.
Her warm pee dribbled onto his belly, flowing like a golden bath of love over his pubic hair and penis. They both giggled and held one another.
“Anyway, I need to go to work,” she said.
“And, your genitals are going to smell of my pee. It can be a reminder of me until you next see me.”
To be continued…