Remembering the first time I was licked [FM]

After 4 years with my first boyfriend and first lover (who never once went down on me once) I met this hot older man. It was 1990 and I was 20 and he was 34. On our 5th date, we knew it was going to happen. The strong mutual attraction and chemistry were perfect. He asked for three things; trust him 100%, submit to him and just say if I got uncomfortable. After my young, selfish and inexperienced boyfriend, I excitedly agreed. He sat me down on the edge of his sofa and undressed me, got me to lie back, with my bum on the edge of the sofa and he moved my knees right back so they were near my shoulders. As his lovely face headed south and he was kneeling on the carpet, with me in this intense, exposed and vulnerable position, I knew I was going to be licked for the first time in my life, the anticipation was agonizing. What happened next, would replay in my mind a thousand times, and will still make me smile when I am bedbound in a nursing home one day.

The very first sexual physical contact we had, was his tongue lightly licking my anus. At first I freaked out, I had never heard of such an act. I nearly asked him to stop. Within minutes, I realized he was actually submitting to me, these subservient kisses and licks, in my most forbidden and taboo place, were actually laying the foundations of our sexual relationship and his worship of my body. I got so turned on by this, it shocked me. He slowly brought me to boiling point and all my self-consciousness evaporated, my hands had found their way down to my buttocks and with pulling them apart, his lips and tongue, lightly massaged my now swollen anus, finding nerve endings I never knew I had. His nose was so near my now engorged, wet and still untouched vagina, I knew he could smell me. I was so overcome, I fell into the most surprising and tender orgasm.

Without stopping he worked his way up, lightly licking and kissing every part of my vagina but avoiding my clit. He was so slow and careful, exploring every part of me as if his life depended on it. Getting me back to boiling point again, my vagina was a volcano full of molten lava. Finally, for the first time, his lips and tongue lightly touched my clit. He knew how to hold me at the edge for ages until I went supernova – the orgasm was incredible. He just hugged me while I trembled with aftershocks and he never asked or wanted anything in return.

For the next 2 years, his lips, tongue and fingers did things me that cemented my heart, soul and mind to him. He was just this gorgeous submissive who loved to please. He showed me how to strengthen my “sex muscle / pubococcygeus (PC) muscle”, the one that contracts and pulsates during an orgasm, and soon the frequency and intensity of my multiple orgasms had doubled or maybe tripled. He was the only one to make me ejaculate which he happily drank like a man dying of dehydration. For 95% of our intimate time together – he was giving me oral pleasure. He loved licking me and I never wanted him to stop. It was a win win situation! At the end of each licking session, we would make love. I was totally drained and he could only last a few minutes, bless him! I never did have an orgasm in those few minutes, but it did not matter. He would say my name over and over while he climaxed and sometimes he would cry uncontrollably without any embarrassment, which would set me off too.

Sadly – life, the age gap, families, my immaturity and careers got in the way and he moved to Australia and I did not follow him. I cried for 3 months but within 6 months we started to see other people and eventually the calls and letters dried up (before email / internet). I have no idea where he is now, but I think about him every day. Is that bad? It that normal? So my perfect man – is now 61 and off the grid (yep, I have looked). I bet he is still this hot fit silver fox. He is probably married to the happiest girl in Australia!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7xhkc5/remembering_the_first_time_i_was_licked_fm