So I decided to try my own “kissing” in unusual places, and one afternoon found myself face-to-face (so to speak) with his cock. It just seemed natural to treat it as gently as he had treated my cunt. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on the head, tasting the slightly salty pre-cum that was leaking (so I learned something; he wasn’t “wetting himself”), and deciding that I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I loved the feeling of my tongue along the soft, sweet head of his cock and the ridge just behind–it was the most beautiful thing I remember about that first time.
Well! Talk about another surprise! Who knew about cum? But clearly he was getting as much pleasure as he’d ever given me. And when his cum pulsed out into my mouth and over my lips, I was surprised, but I didn’t pull away. I knew what had happened…he’d “orgasmed,” just like I had so many times, and this was obviously the result. To me, it was a gift, both to him, and from him. As gently as he would taste me, I tasted him and his cum; both salty and slick, a little pungent, but sweet at the same time because it came from him. And when he pulled me up and kissed me with his open mouth, we shared tastes he’d never expected. God, I loved him.
While holding me afterwards, he explained all about cum and what we were actually doing together. When he told me how the boys at school would take about such things, I was a little shocked. I never thought that what we were doing was in any way “dirty” or “bad,” like the boys at school said. It sounded like something they ‘made the girls do.’ Wow. How could anyone think that something so beautiful and that made you feel so good, and so loved, could be made ‘dirty?’
He told me that he’d been afraid to come when he was with me as he was worried about pregnancy. And he told me that he would make it happen himself at night in his bedroom while he thought of me. It made me feel so sad to hear that.
But he loved giving me pleasure, and he loved the tastes and textures of my lips, skin, cunt and anus. I knew he loved all these things because he’d spend so much gentle time sucking my clit and running his tongue over the small wrinkles of my anus ’till I came. I knew I loved his loving these same things, but I wondered; did he feel as good as I did after orgasm? Wouldn’t it be nice for both of us to feel orgasms together? I mean, these little games had been going on for two years, and this was the first time he came? Somehow, it didn’t seem right.
And I wanted more of his cum — in me, on me, in my mouth, anywhere, just so I could share these feelings with him, and feel his love for me.
One fateful day, while deeply probing my anus with his tongue he stopped suddenly. I was nearly heartbroken. Why did he stop? But then I felt his thumb massaging my anus, just gently testing how I would respond. I loved it. My anus was always so sensitive to any of his touches. I was pretty relaxed at this point, and lifted my ass just enough to push his thumb in a little. Wow! That was an interesting feeling — thicker than his tongue and firmer, but being opened up like that, by him, just got me even more excited. I started thinking…