I was pretty much asleep, but part of me was waking up as I lay on my back. And that part felt amazing, incredible new sensations as if it were being licked, and then sucked, and then licked while being sucked.
And then I realized that it was in fact being tenderly worshipped, and I reached down and felt the curly ringlets of hair belonging to Kris, the sweet worshipper from down the hall on my coed dorm floor who had quickly gone from friend of three months to my first-time lover here in the fall of 1990.
And I was awed and amazed and super-appreciative that she was doing something to me that she'd found impossible less than a week ago. But since we'd had our first tender bout of intercourse we'd managed to have sex in her room, and my room, and late one night in our floor's lounge when both of our roommates denied us the privacy we needed. Not to mention the little touches here and there and the quick gropes in the occasional dark corner and the deep kisses we'd probably grossed our fellow students with in our dorm and the library and a few classroom buildings.
But this? Kris's mouth was all over me, waking me up in the morning light just six or seven hours since we'd last done it with her on top here in her little twin-sized dorm bed with those Benetton sheets. Her roommate Erin was away on a three-day ROTC drill weekend in early December, and apparently she'd decided to start our Friday morning off with a bang after previously deciding that fellatio wasn't her thing.
"Fuck, is there no end to your talents?" I finally asked when she had most of me deep in her mouth, her busy tongue running along the bottom of my shaft.
Her eyes looked up at me as she slid off of my erect length, her lips briefly lingering on my head before she brought a hand up to stroke me. "No end." Her eyes moved about a bit, from my cock and then back to my grinning face, her eyes and mouth both smiling at me. "And to think that this is just the beginning, Tony."
"Mmmm," was all I could say in response as I flexed my pelvic muscles, her eyes returning to my pulsing cock as she slowly stroked it. "Such talents."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," she said as she licked from where her hand was on the base of my cock and back up to the head again, very slightly scraping her upper teeth against me before the bulbous head disappeared along with more than half of my length. It gave me the most incredible sensations to see what I'd been raised to think of as my ugly, shameful penis disappear into what I'd quickly come to regard as such an incredibly beautiful face.
"This feels so fucking amazing, Kris," I muttered. "So fucking good, baby." She looked up, looking sexy with her mouth full of cock, then took her hand off of me and gave me a comical thumb's up as she continued to slide up and down, seemingly becoming more confident and assertive every time she made my length disappear down into her mouth.
I lay there, trying to be quiet, muttering my good feelings, listening to the quiet little wet sounds emanating from the point of our union.
"Damn," Kris finally said after several minutes of delighting me, stroking me as she spoke. "I don't think I'm ready to swallow your cum, but you're leaking so much that I'm sort of getting used to the taste."
As if to emphasize her point, she squeezed my head gently, milking a tiny pearl of pre-cum out of me. "See?" She proceeded to use her fingers to play with my fluid, seemingly fascinated by the fact that it was so slippery and sticky at the same time, half lube and half spider web, driving me crazy with the direct stimulation on my cockhead. Finally, she brought it to her lips, extended her pink tongue and licked it off gamely. "It's sweet but salty, like that popcorn they sell at the carnival."
"Ha! If you like that, you'll love my kettle cum."
"Right, kettle corn. God, sex makes the brain go to some crazy places."
"You make my brain go to some crazy places."
"I like going crazy all over you," Kris said, briefly tonguing my sack before she slowly licked along the bottom of my erection once more, swirling her tongue around the head as she changed the angle and her motion to engulf me again, eyes on mine as she took every inch of me down. I lightly ran my fingers through her hair as she held me in the back of her mouth, maybe even her throat, for a good 15 seconds.
"You're so good at it," I muttered. "So fucking good."
And it was. In the past week I'd learned just how different masturbation, intercourse and oral sex felt. Each provided its own pleasure, of course. The tactile sensations of each was uniquely different. I was used to my hand, which certainly worked differently on me than Kris's did. I loved the feel of being inside Kris's pussy from that first amazing moment I'd entered her, and I felt a surprising emotional rush being joined together with her, being inside her. But this...her mouth was just so warm and wet, and her tongue added a whole new dimension I hadn't really anticipated.
But more than that, I felt as if she had all of the control as I lay back and surrendered to her cock worship. I liked watching her, but when I closed my eyes it took everything to the next level, not knowing what her lips, tongue and hand would combine to do next. Had she been watching blowjob videos all week to learn all of this? Where had she thought to take one of my balls in her mouth, and why did it feel so amazing?
I was lost, desperately fighting not to come too quickly. I was getting close; if I were rubbing one out this would be the time when I either maximized attention to my head and came or slowed things way down to keep myself from coming. I didn't want to surprise Kris with a sudden surge of spunk in her mouth, so I warned her. "I'm about to come," I moaned.
"No you're not," she replied, taking me out of her mouth and using her hand to squeeze me tightly right at the bottom of my shaft. A teasing smile formed on her pretty face. "I think I'll decide when you come."
"Ooooh, you're full of all sorts of tricks."
"Some treats, too," she said, snaking her tongue out and licking me where I'm most sensitive, right there at the underside of the tip of my cock where my cum erupts.
I flexed my pelvic muscles, made my cock twitch a few times again. "I think that's the only trick I can do right now," I laughed.
"It's funny feeling your cock get a bit thicker when you do that," Kris commented in between licks. "Still feel like you're about to shoot?"
"No, actually. I think your little squeezie trick, uh, did the trick."
"Good. Because I want to play with this thing for a little bit longer."
Her hand slid up and down on my spit-lubed length while her mouth returned to my balls, licking all around my sack and sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Her thumb then began to circle all over my head and I felt myself on the verge.
"Fuck, Kris, I'm going to come..."
"Yes, do it, let it out," she encouraged me, stroking up and down with one hand while massaging my tight scrotum with the other.
