My first experience with the male orgasm wasn’t a good one. My boyfriend at the time had only been going out with me for a very short time, and we hadn’t even gotten much further than second base, when he invited me down to the basement to get away from his friends. Our relationship hadn’t developed at all yet, and I didn’t dare protest for fear of losing him when he sat me down and literally whipped out his cock.
I was seated with my face level with his cock, watching nervously while he pumped it in front of me. Too scared to put it in my mouth like he wanted, I allowed him to jerk it off in front of me until a few minutes later he came, the first jet of cum spurting out and hitting me square in the eye.
Maybe it was the initial shock of having the stinging fluid in my sensitive eye, or the pain that only intensified, or maybe the redness and swelling that followed the entire afternoon, but something about that experience turned me off the idea of having cum anywhere near my body. In the years that followed my fear remained, sticking in my mind. My panic at the sight of cum was so serious that I would go so far as to change the sheets after a man ejaculated near my bed, to keep the semen away from my body.
So when James told me his fetish, this is why I was so put off.
“Facials,” he said, waiting for my reaction.
“Facials?” I repeated dumbly.
“Cumming on a girls face, or on her breasts, or other parts of her body,” he clarified.
I tried to keep my face blank, hoping that my distaste wouldn’t be revealed.
James and I had been going out for three months, and our relationship was starting to become serious. He had brought up the subject of fetishes, laughing when I told him that I had none.
“Everyone has a fetish,” he had chided, “even if they don’t know what it is yet. We just need to broaden your horizons, to experiment some more. Something will pop up,” he smiled at this pun, “That excites you more than anything you’ve ever done before.”
“Well what’s yours, then?” I had asked. That had been my downfall.
James snuggled closer to me, nuzzling my neck with his face and mouth. He planted soft kisses under my chin and drew his eyes up to make contact with mine.
“What do you think?” He asked. “Am I a pervert? Will you stop seeing me, now?”
His teasing voice made me smile and I pushed him slightly with my hand
“Come on, now,” I said. “Nothing is going to make me get rid of you. Not even a sick and twisted fetish like facials.”
James laughed with me, and drew his mouth close to mine. His soft lips pressed hard against mine, making shivers run up my spine. I surrendered to his kiss, my arms gripping his biceps softly while his hands felt their way up my body. He squeezed my breasts lightly through my shirt while his tongue pried my lips slightly open.
My nipples grew erect, poking out through the fabric, and his fingerers brushed lightly against them. His tongue moved through my lips and softly tickled the roof of my mouth.
A giggle escaped me as James groaned into me, squeezing my breasts a little more intently and tweaking the nipples between his thumb and finger.
I broke away from the kiss with reluctance, and stood up in front of him. I bent down to stroke the bulge in his jeans, rubbing the cock through the thick fabric.
“Care to come upstairs?” I asked in a mock seductive voice.
His throaty groan was his response, and I casually walked away, allowing my hips to swing provocatively.
James got up after me, walking slowly behind matching me step for step. I could feel his eyes watching my ass through my pants as it wiggled invitingly at him. Once at the stairs I mounted each slowly, reaching up to strip my shirt off over my head.
After peeling the shirt away I threw it over my shoulder, and half sensed half heard it hit James in the chest. My breasts were now concealed only by a bra, which I stripped off as I reached the next step. I allowed the bra to fall to the floor, and my breasts relaxed in their new freedom, bouncing as I hurried my step up the last few stairs.
James leapt after me, grabbing me around the waist and swinging me into the bedroom. He plopped me down on the bed and straddled my waist, his hands moving down to stroke my bare bosom.
My large nipples poked against his palms, and he pinched them playfully, causing a moan to escape from my lips. I reached under his shirt with both my hands, running the palms across his warm, smooth skin. I absolutely adored the bronze colored flesh of his chest, and the tiny dark nipples that I could feel hardening under my hands. I ticked his round stomach with my fingers, and James groaned, tightening his grip on my breasts.
His lips lowered themselves down onto mine, capturing them and pulling them open to prod his tongue inside and lick the bottoms of my hard teeth. I bucked my hips upwards towards him, rubbing my clothed crotch against the hard bulge I could feel there.
My body felt hot, excited, tingling. Goosebumps of pleasure rose on my bare arms and I shivered with delight as he ground that cock against my hips.
The hands left my breasts and began tracing a trail down my bare stomach, prodding against the waistband of my pants and tugging at the fly. His lips broke their hold on mine, but my mouth remained wide open, panting and empty. I moaned as he licked a trail down my chin and neck and touched my hard nipples with his hot tongue.
The buttons on my pants were undone in moments, and with little help I slipped the pants down my legs and kicked them off onto the floor. My underwear followed right afterwards, my pussy exposed to the cool room.
I pressed my legs together defensively, James still sucking at my breasts.
Reaching down the to buttons at his fly, I began to fumble with James’ pants. The tight buttons were soon undone and James helped himself out of them, and slipped his shirt over his head.
He helped me along, pushing the pants down his legs and straddling me again, once bare. He stroked his thick cock while I panted, looking up at his face.
I struggled not to look at the throbbing staff in front of me. As much as I liked the feel of it between my legs, the sight, smell, and fluids coming out of it scared me all the way to my insides. Glancing down at it and then back into his eyes, I shook my head slightly, telling him silently that I didn’t want it near my face.
For all that we’d only been going out a couple of months, James had sort of gotten a hint that I didn’t like this aspect of sex, and respected that now by moving his waist down a big further. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, positioning his cock over my slick pussy, and rubbed the head against my clit.
I moaned, reaching to him and putting my hands in his thick hair. I stroked the soft stuff with my fingers, tugging it lightly, grabbing hold of it securely but gently as his rubbing continued.
“oh, god, James,” I whimpered. I thrust my hips towards his cock and he met them, pushing the head into my cunt, moaning himself as he entered my tight opening.
I met him thrust for thrust, my butt lifting off the bed. He reached around me and cupped the round cheeks with his large hands, squeezing them as he pumped into me. He knelt back on his knees and pulled me close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved myself up and down on his cock with some help from his strong hands.
His head was thrown back, mouth open, moans escaping while his cock disappeared into my body. I struggled to push myself onto my arms to watch the thrusts, looking on in fascination as his swollen cock spread my pussy wide open and disappeared into the warm flesh. My clit was far from the action, and I released one of my arms from underneath my body to play with the nub, rubbing it hard. The soft pad of my middle finger moved rapidly over the engorged clitoris, causing me to tighten my pussy around James’ cock. James looked down at me, smiling at my hand and watching me masturbate below him.
His hands tightened around my buttocks and he thrust into me harder, throwing his head back again and gasping. His cock slowed, pushing deep inside me, and I could feel the spasms it emitted as his cum ejaculated inside my body. As scared as I was of the idea of having his fluid inside my body, I was too far gone in my sexual excitement to stop now. I tightened my legs around his waist, holding him inside my body, as I pumped up and down on top of him, rubbing my clit harder and harder.
Friction caused my body to go into its own spasm, clenching around James’ cock and vibrating with the force of the climax. My fingers stopped and pressed against the clit, burying it in the folds of flesh around it, until the final wave of electricity passed through my body all the way to the tips of my toes. I relaxed my grip around James’ waist, dropping down onto the bed and gasping for breath, my arms relaxing at my sides and my legs resting wide open.
James fell down beside me, one hand draping across my chest, and he buried his face into my neck.
“You are so great, Katie,” he whispered into my ear. “You are the best ever, you know that?”
I smiled, my eyes closed, and reached up to stroke his hair.
“Thanks, baby,” I said.
Suddenly I noticed the sticky feeling between my thighs, and jumped off the bed in a quick, frantic motion, running for the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me and turned on the shower, jumping in and frantically washing the fluid off and out of me. I rubbed soap on my legs, thighs, pussy, stomach and hands over and over again.
James knocked on the door.
“Katie,” he said, pushing the door wide open. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, embarrassed and ashamed. I didn’t want him to know what I was doing, that I was trying to wash away all evidence of his excretions from my person.
“You want some dinner?” he asked from the doorway.
“That sounds great,” I lied, turning the water even hotter and soaping my hands up for the third time.
“Okay,” he said, and I heard the door shut as he left the room to go downstairs.
I stood in the stream of water, nervously fingering my soaking pussy, void of any juices or fluids. What was wrong with me? The stuff was natural, right? How gross could it be, really…why was I so afraid?
Fear is really all that it was. The very thought of a mans cum took me over like a strange sort of panic, chilling me from the bones to the flesh, making me scared and nauseous at the same time. I felt that if I didn’t get the stuff of me right then, something terrible would happen. The feeling was similar to one I had had when I was in school, scared to take tests. Somehow I had managed to get over that fear; maybe I could get over this one.
I washed my hair quickly and left the stream of water, making my way down to the kitchen wrapped in a large towel. James was there, putting together sandwiches.
“Sandwiches,” he said, smiling at me, ” Are the absolute best Post Sex food besides Chinese.”
I returned his smile and sat down at the table, staring at the wooden surface guiltily. James set a plate in front of me, a large egg salad sandwich laying on top of it, staring as if to say “eat me.”
“Was it good, Kate?” James asked.
“I haven’t eaten it yet,” I said, holding the towel around me with one hand and reaching for the sandwich with the other. “It sure looks great, though.”
“I meant the sex,” James said, laughing, and taking the seat across from me. He had pulled his pants back on, but was still bare chested, exposing his bronzed skin to me.
“It’s always wonderful with you,” I said, taking a big bite of sandwich. “Tonight was great too.”
James chewed his food and looked me in the eyes.
“I don’t know,” he said, swallowing. “You seemed to want to get out of there awful fast. Come on, we’re doing all right, right? I mean, we’ve been going out for a while…three months isn’t a long time, but it’s not too shabby. I think that you and I could be great together in the long run, and in the short run, too.”
I took another bite of my sandwich. James had been talking like this a lot lately, wanting to get closer to me, to get to know me better. Thus the exposure of his fetish earlier that day.
“Please tell me what’s wrong, Katie,” he pleaded. “I want to know everything about you, good and bad.”
“Okay,” I said, putting the sandwich down and drawing my knees up to my chest. “I have this fear…”
He looked at me anxiously as I trailed off, waiting for my full confession.
“I’m scared of cum.”
His face was just as blank as mine had been earlier, giving away none of his reactions. I feared that he was upset about my distaste, and would turn away from me for good. Defensively, I gave him a brief description of the first, traumatizing experience I had been through, hoping that he would see it the way I had and understand my phobia.
“so one bad experience sort of turned you off the whole idea, huh?”
I nodded, staring at the table. He sounded sad, disappointed that I didn’t share this antasy with him.
“not all guys are such bad aims, you know,” he smiled, reaching across the table to stroke my cheek. His fingers trailed their way up my face from my chin to the side of my eye, liftying me slightly to meet his gaze.
I smiled weakly back at him.
“I’ve just never had the courage to try it again, you know?” I looked pleadingly at him, trying to make him forget the whole topic.
“I understand,” he said soothingly. “But I think you’re strong.” He tweaked my nose and let go of my face, scooting his chair away from the table and standing up. He came around to my side of the table and crouched down next to me.
James looked up at me with smiling eyes. It was as though he had put the conversation behind him. He held my bare calf and began to massage my leg, moving his hands up from my feet mto my thighs, rubbing the muscles there.
“I love you, you know,” he said, kissing my knee.
His soft hands felt so good on my legs. I maneuvered myself slightly to allow him better access to my legs and inner thighs. He stroked his way up to the smooth flesh at the top, near the cool opening between my legs which was now dry, not as wet as it had been during our previous intimacy. His fingers played their way along the folds of my flesh, stroking around the clitoris at the top. He didn’t touch it directly, just manipulated the skin around it so that it was pinched and prodded from a distance. It was a heavenly feeling, and I could feel new moisture appearing in the area, my body opening up like a flower towards him.
His chuckle filled the room and brought me back out of my trance to watch him move his lips up my legs. He kissed my knee, then the skin right above my knee, his lips teasing their way up my legs to the apex. His tongue darted out and wetted my flesh, causing me to wriggle in my seat.
I pushed my pussy towards his face, but he withdrew, smiling at me. He chuckled again and shook his head in a condescending way while his fingers continued to tease my clit.
The stimulation his hands caused my body without touching the area I ached at the most intensified my desire. He seemed intent on keeping me on the brink. I thrust towards him again with hope but he withdrew his hand slightly, matching my movement and not prodding any harder than he had previously.
“James,” I moaned.
My hands seemed helpless, unable to do anything. I longed to grab him, to pull him towards me, but didn’t want him to become agitated and stop playing with my skin. I tightened my fingers around the towel, clenching the fabric, nails digging into the soft folds.
James lowered his mouth to my body again, kissing the thigh right next to my lower lips. His teeth nibbled at the flesh slightly, causing me to whimper again. I struggled to keep my hips still, flexing my legs and relaxing the muscles again, my thighs slowly splaying further apart.
It was hard to keep from squirming, to prevent myself from thrusting lewdly towards him, but somehow I managed to stay still while James’ long tongue stroked around my pussy. His tongue snaked around my lower body, tracing the folds of my flesh, lapping softly around my clit but never directly touching it. His hands moved to make way for the tongue, parting the lips slightly so that his mouth could more effectively tease me. As he licked around my clit, I lost control and thrust upwards towards his mouth.
My movement was successful, and his tongue touched my clit. It was like a fire had been ignited at that point, and my whole body shivered with the contact. James withdrew and smiled up at me again.
“Naughty little girl,” he scolded. “Sit still and let Daddy do his work.”
I whimpered, trying to lean back against the chair. I positioned my thighs as far apart as I could, allowing the flesh between my legs to open lewdly. James stroked my lips with his fingers, petting them and smoothing them aside. He didn’t touch my clit, or even come very close to it, but just smoothed the skin nearby. My whole body convulsed, struggling to keep as still as possible, longing for him to touch my clit again.
James smiled at me and lowered his face again, his eyes breaking contact with mine to concentrate on my body while his tongue began to flick at the skin around me. He lapped up the moisture gathering around my opening, sliding his tongue roughly along the edges of the hole and licking around it. Finally his long tongue plunged inside, going so far in I could feel it lapping my insides. His face was completely buried in my flesh, his nose digging into the soft skin there.
I moaned loudly, clenching the towel even tighter in my hands, hugging it close to my aching body. His fingers were wrapped around my calves, massaging the tightening muscles there, while my toes flexed and reached for the floor.
The tongue slid out of my cunt, sliding up the wet slit to my clitoris, where it began to flick at the nub. No more teasing, no more stroking the flesh around the clit, but actually lapping at the peak itself. The flat, thick part of his tongue ran over my clitoris all the way to the tip, sliding the long muscle across the hard nub. I groaned again, twisting my hips back and forth, unable to bear the intense pleasure. His hands moved up my legs towards my opening again, and his long middle finger probed there.
I felt the finger sliding along the opening, nudging itself in slightly. Not all the way inside, but softly rubbing around the edges, caressing the soft skin.
His lips parted and sucked my clit inside, pulling it roughly into his hot mouth. His warm breaths against my sensitive skin felt wonderful, the tight lips locked around my clit were extremely arousing, and I moaned louder, feeling my climax approaching.
My body tightened, and every muscle lost control and clenched tightly. My hips thrust into the air and stayed there while my pussy groped at the small finger at its edge. The tight muscles gripped James’ finger and held it firmly while he prodded the opening slightly. He nibbled my clit between his teeth while I cried out my pleasure. Fluids mixed with saliva as I came noisily. His mouth opened and seemed to devour my whole pussy, lapping at the juices it was secreting.
Finally I relaxed, my buttocks resting back down on the chair and my hands falling to my sides. The towel opened up, exposing my bosom and stomach, and fell to my sides. James stood up in front of me, almost smirking at me playfully.
“Enjoy that, Katie?” he asked in a teasing voice.
“Mmmmm….” I moaned, nodding my head. My eyes were closed, relaxing my lids and all the muscles in my body were numb. I opened one eye a sliver to look at my boyfriend, my lips curling into a sleepy smile. “You’re so great,” I mumbled.
“I know,” he laughed.
James bent down and scooped my exhausted body into his arms. The strong limbs around me felt so good, and I rested limply against his chest. My head rolled onto his shoulder, nuzzling his neck. He smelled like me, like my juices, and the scent almost aroused me again.
Up the stairs and back into the bedroom he carried me, holding me in his arms as he pulled back the blankets. He set me down on the bed and crawled in beside me.
I rolled over towards him, draping my arm across his chest and my leg across his legs. Tangled together, we fell asleep, the scent of my body in my nostrils as my face rested close to his. The last thought on my mind was that I wanted to make him feel this wonderful, for him to smell himself on my own skin…
I left the house early for work, kissing James on the cheek lightly before I left. He sighed in his sleep and shifted slightly a small smile working its way across his lips.
“I’ll be home soon,” I told his sleeping form, turning around and walking out the door.
Work was its same boring self. I sat behind my desk all day fiddling around on the computer, checking my email often. I usually got one or two messages from James while he was at my house during the day, so I wasn’t surprised when I saw a letter from him.
“Look at this,” the letter said.
I downloaded the attachment, and gasped when I saw a picture of a woman with cum smeared around her face. Her eyes were shut, with the thick fluid dripping off her eyelashes. She was smiling, her tongue darting out of her mouth the lick the cum off her lips.
A quick, nervous look behind my shoulders proved that no one was watching me, so I took another look.
My initial reaction was one of horror, but then I looked at it a little closer.
The woman in the picture appeared to be enjoying herself. I wondered what it felt like to have that stuff smeared on your face, like she had. I didn’t think I wanted to do it, but I was still intrigued.
I wrote a quick message back to James.
“Naughty, naughty,” I chided.
Turning back to the pile of paperwork I needed to complete, I tried to push the picture out of my mind. But I didn’t delete it from the computer. For some reason it seemed to call to me, and I wanted to look at it again. I glanced back over my shoulder and opened the file again.
There she was, smiling, licking, smeared with cum just like before. I looked at the globs rolling down her cheeks. It made her face look softer, rounder, and smooth. She looked sexy, somehow, with the stuff on her face.
I closed the picture and stored it away, hidden in one of my files.
Another message appeared in my e-mail.
“I like being naughty,” it said. James had attached another picture.
Curious, I opened the file. It was a picture of the same woman, face clean, with cum on her breasts. She was holding the globes up to the camera, streams of cum dripping down them right across the nipples. I felt a stirring in my pussy as I stared at those cum covered breasts, and looked down briefly at my own. My nipples were slightly erect, poking through my blouse. Embarrassed, I pulled my jacked over my shoulders and covered them up, away from prying eyes. I crossed my legs to ease the aching there, and went back to work without responding to James’ e-mail.
Work went by slowly and I was excited to be on my way home, back to my boyfriend. He was sitting in front of the computer, as usual, playing around with the Internet.
“Hey baby,” I greeted, walking over to him and sitting down in his lap. What’re you up to?”
“Looking for stuff,” he said cryptically. I craned my head around to look at the screen.
There was a picture open, a naked woman with four men standing around her. They were ejaculating onto her body, her mouth open wide. The picture caught the spurts of cum in midair, some had reached her body and fallen in pools, and other streams were still falling down.
James kissed my twisted neck and opened another picture. It was the same woman, with the same four men, but now she was smearing their cum all over her body. A thin coat of it covered her belly, and her eyes were squeezed shut against the stream on her face.
“What do you think?” James asked.
I squirmed in his lap. I could feel his hard on through his pants. My own body was growing a little hot, looking at those pictures, but I still felt that I was too scared to try. I told this to James.
“I don’t have to do it anywhere near your face, Katie,” James said soothingly. “And we don’t have to do it at all. I would just really, really like it if we did.”
I turned back around to look James in the face and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. His soft lips took mine over, like usual, pressing against mine and poking his tongue softly against them. He licked my lips and drew away, his arms around my body, and looked me in the eyes again.
“Maybe if we tried it in the shower?” I suggested timidly. “We can try my face…if I don’t like it, the water will be right there to wash it off.”
“That’s a great idea, Kate!” James exclaimed enthusiastically. “You wanna try right now?”
James ground his erection into my crotch, causing me to wriggle with excitement.
I smiled at his excitement.
“Right now?” I repeated. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. “You little devil, all you think about is sex.”
“I’m sorry baby,” he said, smiling back at me. “I meant to say ‘How was your day? Wanna fuck?'”
I laughed merrily and nodded at him.
He stood up, keeping me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly and gripped my arms around the back of his neck. He grunted in mock effort as he carried me down the hall to the bathroom.
Once in the room he had to set me down so that we could each tear our clothes off. I watched him strip down to the nude, admiring the muscles flexing underneath the flesh, and making a happy note of the large erection he was sporting. It seemed to swing towards me as he turned to look my body up and down.
“You’re the best, Katie,” he said, grabbing me close to him. My body molded against his, breasts pushing against his chest as he stole another kiss from me, his hands running through my short hair.
“Come on,” I said, breaking away and turning on the shower.
I stepped in first, wetting myself under the hot stream of water as James climbed in after me. He groaned and reached out for my slick body, running his hands over the wet surface. I threw my head back into the stream of water and let it wet my hair, then moved out for James to have a turn.
He took his place under the stream and began to soak himself, then grabbed the soap in one hand. Lathering up, he began to wash his body.
I knelt down in front of him, deciding that it was now or never, and took his cock in my hands. Afraid to be this near the feared cum, I had never gone down on a man before, but now I took a deep breath and sucked him inside my mouth,
The cool cock in my mouth felt odd, but good. My cheeks felt filled out, and my mouth clamped softly down on the flesh. My jaws began to ache instantly, but his moans seemed to make it worthwhile. He reached down and toyed with my short hair as I licked at his cock, running my tongue along the length of it and prodding around the foreskin.
I pulled away, looking up at him expectantly.
“Your mouth is so hot,” he said, running his finger over my lips. He had taken his cock in his right hand and begun to pump it rapidly, masturbating in front of my face.
The scene was eerily similar to my first time, and I struggled against the urge to pull away. The happy look on his face made me want to please him more, so I sat still and clenched my jaw.
“Please,” I whispered softly, looking at his cock.
He seemed to understand my fear and moved aside, allowing me under the hot water. I remained on my knees, under the downpour, eyes clenched against the drips as I listened to the sound of him pumping his cock up and down. James reached down and held onto my hair with his left hand, keeping me in place. He held my head steady as I felt the first stream of hot cum hit my face.
Flinching, I tried to pull back, but James’ steady grip held me tight as his cum spurted onto my cheeks. I felt as though it was coating me with the hot sticky fluid, and held my breath as tightly as I could manage. My nose was wrinkled, my muscles tense, and I was scared out of my mind.
Finally it stopped, and James let go of my hair.
“You look so great, baby,” he said, running his hand over my sticky cheek. “I wish you could see it.”
I grunted behind my closed lips, nodding slightly.
James tweaked my nose.
“Stand up, I’ll help you wash it off.”
I allowed him to help me stand and face me towards the water. He ran his hands over my face softly, from the forehead to the tops of my breasts, wiping the cum off my skin. Finally he announced me clean and I opened my eyes again.
My face felt dry, even though it was still wet, like the skin was stretching across my cheeks.
“That wasn’t so bad,” I said, almost astonished that it hadn’t been a repeat of the first traumatic experience.
“Thank you, baby,” James said, kissing me on the lips underneath the stream of water. “That was so great. I loved seeing you like that.”
I smiled and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him towards me.
“Anything for you, James. I love you.”
“I love you too, Katie.”
We kissed some more, under the water, and then washed our bodies clean with sap. We stepped out of the tub onto the bathroom floor and dried each other with fluffy towels, laughing lightly about the fears I had harbored for so long.
“See what happens when you just take a flying leap?” asked James. “You might even find something that you like.”
“I actually sort of liked the feeling of the warm cum on my lips,” I admitted. “Maybe we can try again some time? Maybe outside of the shower?”
James smiled broadly, hugging me close again.
“You never cease to amaze me, Kate,” he said happily into my ear.
His compliment made me smile. Going across the line that I thought I’d never try, for him, gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I wanted to make him happy, and this made him happy, so it made me happy.
“Think you could train me to be a good little cock-sucker?” I asked teasingly, reaching down to stroke his limp cock.
“Hmm,” he said, pretending to think about it. “You have the raw talent, but I think that you need lots and lots of practice.”
“No time like the present,” I giggled, like a little girl. “Care to join me for some lessons in the bedroom?”
Now that my fear had been conquered, I was eager to try again. I wanted to be able to pleasure him completely with my mouth, and some day bring him to orgasm that way, like I’d read in my erotic novels. I had felt a strange sort of power, down there, holding his pleasure in my mouth. It felt good to know that I was giving him the same pleasure that he had given me the night before, in the kitchen.
James and I walked into the bedroom, and he took a seat on the edge of the bed. I knelt down in front of him, facing the limp member between his legs. I looked up into James’ eyes, and he smiled down at me, assuring me that it was all right.
“As long as you don’t bite, there isn’t anything you can do wrong,” he said.
I took a deep breath and parted my lips, slipping his cock inside my mouth.
The limp flesh rested on my tongue, and I allowed it to sit there quietly, imagining that it was like a piece of chocolate that I was waiting to melt on my tongue. I sucked at it lightly, and it began to swell.
Feeling it grow in my mouth was amazing, and I looked up at James, astonished. He smiled down at me, and I continued to sit still, only slightly lapping at the cock in my mouth.
It grew larger still, expanding almost like a balloon filling with water. Soon it filled my mouth. I could taste a sour fluid at the tip, oozing out slowly. This had to be the pre-cum, stuff I’d heard about but had never paid much attention to.
Venturing further, I stuck the tip of my tongue into the tiny hole at the end of his prick, licking up the fluid there. James moaned and I smiled around the swollen cock, pleased with myself. I ran my tongue around the thick head, feeling the soft skin there with some wonder. The skin on his cock felt a lot like what I imagined my own private parts felt like. Slick and smooth, but firm as well.
My jaws were beginning to ache from behind held open, and I slid my mouth off the shaft, resting my lips at the end of it in a warm kiss. I closed my teeth but let my lips rub the tips of his cock, sucking it and soaking it in my soft outer mouth.
James groaned again and moved his hand down to grab the base of his shaft, starting to pump it as he had before in the shower.
“You’re so wonderful, Katie,” he moaned softly. “You make me want to cum again and again, all night.”
I smiled as I stuck my tongue out to lick at the cock moving rapidly in front of me. My saliva smeared all over it, making it easier for his hand to slide up and down over the base.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” he announced, reaching down and grabbing my head again.
I shut my eyes tightly, expecting the stream of fluid to land on my face, but instead I felt it hit my breasts. I didn’t dare to open my eyes while he whimpered and moaned in pleasure, but then cracked them slightly open when the stream stopped.
Looking down, I saw that my breasts were covered with the thick stuff. Timidly, I reached up with my fingers and began to smear it around a little bit, rubbing it over my erect nipples. The fluid made my skin slick, and I enjoyed the texture as it dried.
James was watching me, a satisfied smile on his lips.
I could smell the cum around me, the odor filled my nostrils so full that I could almost taste it. Curious, I looked at my fingers, and saw the shimmering fluid. I wondered what it did taste like.
Surprised at my own fearlessness, I parted my lips slowly and stuck a finger inside, sucking it clean
The cum was sour, but not as sour as the pre-cum I had tasted a little earlier. It felt thick, almost like it was coating my throat on its way down.
Smiling up at James I said “Not bad.”
James laughed out loud, grabbing me and pulling me up onto the bed on top of him. I landed on top of his chest, my cum covered breasts smearing the fluid against his chest. We rolled around the bed a bit, playing and laughing at each other. He finally got up and offered me a tissue.
“Too late,” I remarked, looking at my crusty chest. “It’s all dry.”
“Guess we have to take another shower,” he laughed.
“I could use more practice!” I giggled.
I got up and happily followed my boyfriend into the bathroom.