When the only thing that separated us was our warm,
quick, panting breaths of hot air, our eyes remained locked
together. We stared deep into each other’s eyes. My entire
insides burned with desire. Trey’s stare set my soul on
fire, a fire that only he could squelch.
Bolts of electricity burst throughout my body from the
nearness of him. I couldn’t contain my desire any longer. I
leaned my face towards his, shut my eyes and opened my hot,
trembling lips to invite in Trey’s equally hot quivering
tongue. Our lips locked in a slow dance as we methodically
sucked, twirled, and toyed and explored each other’s
mouths.
I felt like I was floating on a cloud, and peacefully
drifting towards the heavens. I’d soon learn what it truly
felt like to be taken on a journey far beyond the heavens,
farther than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
Trey guided me back towards the bed. We fell backwards
on the bed without breaking the hold we had on each
another. He meticulously planted kisses on me starting at
my lips, before he slid his quivering tongue and traced a
path down one side of my neck, before he headed down to the
center of my breasts. He swept his wet hot tongue gently
across my chest from nipple to nipple. He paused to nibble
on each one and backtracked along the path to the center
spot between my 38-C sized breasts.
Trey glided his tongue down to my navel, circled a path
around it and let his hot tongue gently slither down to the
brown hairy patch atop my waiting womanhood. The tip of his
tongue toyed with my soft mane and traveled further down.
He paused briefly at the opening of my vagina. He massaged
the inside of my thighs with his lips and headed back to
center stage.
My entire body shivered from his hot breath. I cupped
both hands firmly over my mouth to smother my cries of
pleasure. With the way Trey had taken me to such a level of
pleasure with his tongue, I couldn’t imagine the heights he
could take me with his rock-hard manhood. It was only a
matter of time before I’d soon that find out. I was putty
in Trey’s arms. I moaned and groaned lowly, my body eagerly
responded to his every request.
Trey raised his body up from his knees to position
himself on top of me, but before he could do so, I forced
him onto his back and lowered myself between his legs. It
was my time to work my magic on him.
My scorching hot breath blanketed his manhood. He gasped
loudly and held his breath. His hard penis bounced up and
down. I cupped my hand over his mouth to muffle his moans
of ecstasy before I devoured it. With my lips, I held his
erect shaft securely in my mouth while I retrieved a throw
pillow from beside him. I covered his mouth with it. I
surely didn’t want my parents to hear his cries and think
something was wrong with me and run to my rescue. While
something was definitely happening to me, there wasn’t a
thing they could do to help me. Trey was the only one who
could smother the flame that burned deep within me.
"Oh God. Please. Stop," Trey hissed through clenched
teeth. I didn’t think he actually wanted me to. Although
the words flowed from his mouth, his hands locked me
securely in place. Trey’s body trembled sporadically as my
mouth did its magic on him.
Moments later we lay spent atop my bed. Trey said, "You
know you’re the first girl to go down on me. I’ve seen it
done on TV, but TV surely doesn’t do any justice at all in
terms of just how enjoyable it really is. You can only
fully appreciate it once you’ve experienced it, and I
definitely appreciate it. I liked it. No, let me rephrase
that, I loved it. This isn’t a onetime thing, is it?"
I felt warm inside as Trey spoke. I interpreted his
remarks as an acknowledgement that I’d completed my mission
to please him. "I aim to please," I whispered before I
climbed back on top of him for round two of our journey to
Pleasure Galaxy. I teased his manhood. I slid my slippery,
wet tongue around the tip a few times, then glided my
tongue slowly up the entire length of his growing hard
shaft, and toyed with his testicles with my puckered lips.
"Trey’s manhood throbbed between my moist fingers. I
leaned back and stared at the marvelous muscle in my hand,
a delicate piece of art, I deduced. I longed to give it the
attention I felt it deserved; another thorough workout with
my tongue. I felt like a kid who’d been left to guard the
candy story. Trey’s penis was my oversized lollipop.
I methodically explored every inch of my new candy,
slid. I slid my tongue slowly, gently down its massive
length, around his testicles before I headed back to the
tip. I savored the warm juices that seeped out. I wrapped
my fingers around his shaft and firmly massaged it, gently
at first. My hand moved faster and faster. Trey’s moans
erupted from the pit of his stomach, through his chest to
his lips. I again used the throw pillow to drown out the
sounds.
With his manhood still entrenched in one hand, I eased
myself on top of him in enough time to squelch the sounds
and covered his mouth with mine. Small cries of pleasure
still managed to escape, but I quieted them down to a
slight whimper.
My mouth begged to be on Trey’s manhood again. Trey held
the throw pillow against his mouth and held on to it as if
his life depended on it. Maybe he sensed I would swallow
him whole if I could. I certainly tried to take in as much
of his manhood as I could in my mouth. He was so massive,
yet delicious and enticing. I delighted in tasting the
fruits of my labor. Trey’s sweet, sticky hot juice poured
out of him like a volcano erupting its hot lava. His lava
flowed into my open mouth."