I have received a few requests for the follow on or continuation of my previous story about the first time I ever went down on a woman.
I’ll relay it now though I must admit the act of going down on her is my foremost memory of this evening. Being with a woman and eating pussy had been the focus of a great deal of dreaming, imagination and even reading. Enough, back to my “first night”.
I kissed her again gently on the lips and then on the small tears that were tracing their way down her cheeks. She held me in her arms for several minutes as her breathing slowed down again, her head buried in my chest, her fingers digging into my back. Her body would continue to twitch every few seconds. I could feel her wet mound rub against my leg. To say I was hard, would be an understatement. My cock was hurting it was so ‘alive’. I was very conscious of trying not to touch her with it, worried that simply its first touch by female skin would make me cum.