After Marriage

By Carlos Sonarts

She grew up in a remote village in a western state. Her family was extremely conservative and religious, like most people there. They weren't really members of a cult, but in hindsight, she didn't think they were that far off. She rarely left her hometown and never went more than 100 miles away until she got married. 

During her journey, she not only sees many fantastically beautiful places but also fantastically beautiful bodies. She explores the world in her own way and records her adventures in a very special diary. 

The little appetizers take you into a tingling world full of lust and passion.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Martinez
• Release date: Apr 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215510285

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Table of Contents

My diary

Centurions

Nikki's fight

After marriage

Unwanted thing is desired

The contract

She wants me

My vacation

The tourist

Our fantasy

In the west

Safe

After Marriage

Author: Carlos Sonarts

My diary

CH 01

I should start by explaining what that is (or what I hope, anyway). I started reading Literotica a while ago and I thought it was time to give something back to all the people whose works I read. I'm not saying that I'm a really good writer or anything, but you get what I mean. So this year I decided to give it a try and start some kind of blog on Literotica. It's not really a regular blog; obviously because it's here, it's going to have a little twist. No prizes for guessing, which is what I'll be talking about most of the time.

But before we really get started, I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Jennifer Bridges. I am 20 years old. I won't tell you where I live (not even the state) because that's actually my real name, so... heh. I'm pretty good looking (although I say so myself). I'm slim, fit, in pretty good shape. My hair is just a little longer than shoulder length. It is a dark chocolate brown color. It's in good condition because I take care of it like everyone should. I have blue eyes. I'm about 5'7". Chest size... I'm a 34B which is quite nice. They're nice and perky. My nipples are pink and big. My butt is fine. It's a bit on the big side, But most guys like it I'm happy with it The whole description is so you can imagine me doing evil.

I did cheerleading in high school but not anymore. I was a bit of a bookworm, but I think I've always been very popular. It just sounds weird to say, but I've always had a lot of friends and a few close friends who I love very much and are really grateful for.

I like to write, so I think that's why I do it. I started writing a proper erotic story but it's hard to get to it every day, although this sex blog is nice because hopefully it will also be a place where I can clear my thoughts - a kind of diary. I've always been pretty open about my sexuality. I'd like to think I'm not a slut, but I've been labeled as one many times. Part of me doesn't mind, but I really hate being called that. It's not that I'm trying to sleep around; It's just that I'm not afraid to express it when I'm attracted to someone. And honestly, it's not that I've had sex with a lot of guys, it's just that it's been well publicized I think.

So this will basically be what it sounds like. The new year was kind of a perfect time to start with. I think this is how I'm going to do it: every time something important happens, I write it down in all its juicy details from my perspective for you to read. Cape? The only thing is that it still takes time to write stuff down and maybe I don't want to write stuff down (you understand) and I can imagine missing some days when I'm just too busy. So there will likely be a backlog at some point.

I'll try to be as honest and detached as possible when I write about this, ok? It's obviously hard because it's all coming from my perspective. It's kinda weird for me to read what I've written because somehow what I'm doing feels so dirty or... wrong.

One last thing before I get to what happened today: I need support in doing this. If you like what you read please comment and rate the story as it means a lot to me and tells me people are reading. Of course, if there isn't a lot of response, there's no point in wasting my time doing this every day. (Not to say I fuck a lot every day.) If you have any compliments or problems or criticism, I'm fine with it and I'd love to hear it because it helps me make what I write better.

With that all out of the way, let's get down to business!

* * *

I had my first sexual contact with my new boyfriend today. He's the seventh guy I've dated and I'm pretty serious about him even though we've only been together a few days, but that's a typical attitude towards a relationship for me.

He totally cornered me in my bedroom.

His name is Matt. He's tall and handsome. He's the same age as me; We were born in the same month. He's not that athletic, but he's skinny. He's really into man stuff. I met him at Candice's New Years party. Candice and I have a long history, and I think Matt was invited because he's her boyfriend's boyfriend, although I'm not entirely sure. I must have mixed that up. We looked at each other all night and finally I smiled at him and he made the balls come to me. We got along really well and have been talking ever since. It turns out we go to the same college and he lives a few blocks from me. The whole situation reminds me of the high school love thing when a girl dates a guy who lives down the street. It is sweet.

And Matt is cute too. He's really caring and compassionate, the best of all the guys I've dated. It could be his personality or his age because 20 is usually the age when guys learn that giving a shit can actually help to make the relationship easier. But mostly he is, I think.

So I invited him to my place. I hadn't intended to get into a sexual situation with him. We talk a lot, even more than is normal for a relationship that's only eight days old. He's a good speaker and a good listener, and I've shared very personal things with him that only my closest friends know. It was just so easy to do; it just kind of slipped out. But he cared and totally understood. I was tired of calling and texting him, so I invited him over.

But once we were together, he didn't waste much time warming me up. Normally eight days wouldn't be long enough for me, but with him it was very different. And so he did. He didn't make any rough movements and he didn't say anything stupid.

I showed him photos of me and my friends that were on my desk. We got up. He moved behind me and then put his hands around my waist really gently so he was squeezing me around my waist. It happened very quickly and I didn't realize it until about a minute later when he put his head on my shoulder and started kissing my neck.

It was so cute! Normally that would totally put me off because it would just move too fast in terms of the relationship. I'm not saying he was smooth - he was, but when I say he was smooth it kind of sounds like he had a really good pick up line or something. He melted my heart. The way he did it made me feel like we had been together for years. It was like he was preparing to make love to me and that was prelude to lovemaking, and I mean serious lovemaking, not just fast and fast and quiet ten minute sixteen year old sex. He acted like he was my husband or something.

So he kisses my neck and I rest my head on his, almost accidentally, just an instinctive reaction, but of course that tells him I'm totally into it, which I was.

Incidentally, I was wearing a gray zip-up sweater, a tank top, and a pink bra underneath, and although he didn't take off my pants, I was wearing slim-fitting jeans and pink boylegs with ruffles at the sides, just for the sake of it.

As he kisses me, Matt begins to feel me. It wasn't so much feeling me as exploring my body, learning my curvy curves and learning the shape of my body. I have my eyes closed throughout this whole thing and I'm enjoying it because it's one of the most amazing things I've experienced.

I lean against him and let him hold my weight against his body. His hands wander over my sweater, up my waist and to my breasts. He squeezes the left one a little and I make a little noise, like a murmur, that I completely miss, but it's a noise I just had to make.

As he holds me, he pulls away from my neck and rests his head on my back, rocking me gently, so gently it's hard to even notice. I'm totally mesmerized. Thinking back on it now, I wonder what he was thinking. Knowing him, he probably enjoyed it too.

While we're on this break, I'm like, okay, now I have to kiss Matt. So I turn around and face him. And we look at each other. And for a moment I lose myself in his eyes and I can't move. Eventually I break down on his lips and he just starts mouth fucking my mouth with his and I return it fully. Before it was this really melting passion and now it's just the heat of the moment and he's in my throat and I'm in his.

Somehow I'm losing both of my tops in all of this. It sounds really silly but I don't remember it happening. And as he's fumbling with my bra, I stop because I'm wondering where this is going and if I'm ready, and he's kind of hesitant. I rub my leg against his and accidentally feel him fully erect in his pants. (This wasn't a planned move, but I wonder if it's not kind of subconscious.)

I know I have to say something. Matt, I really like you. But I'm not ready to go all the way just yet.

Matt says: I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

No that's fine. I'm really enjoying it, I'm enjoying this. It's just that I don't want to move on to full blown sex just yet because I don't want to feel like I'm going too fast.

And I move my hand down to his crotch and start rubbing his crotch. His heart literally skipped a few beats, I could see it in his eyes and I could feel it. I'm absolutely ready to see his cock and then of course if I whip it out that means it's going to be either a handjob or a blowjob and I don't mind guys who deserve a blowjob so I do was absolutely ready to do that.

Thinking back now, I don't know why I said something because it sounds awkward, but I said, Do you want me to... and I trailed off, kind of nodding down in the general direction of his cock as I did so rub it

He's kinda nodding because, poor guy, what was he trying to say? He would never say, Yeah bitch, suck it! So I put him in an awkward position.

Matt still has his hands on my back. I reach back and undo my bra. I totally forgive him that he couldn't undo it. You can't judge such things. My boobs pop out and his eyes literally light up. I lean back on the desk and give him a moment to feel her before laying on top of him. He was a big fan of the nipples and gave me a big nipple stand or pincher or whatever you want to call it and my nipples got rock hard real damn fast. It's always embarrassing when you don't want to say you really like it, but I couldn't help it. By now I have my eyes fixed directly on his crotch and his package is puffed out in size. It's always good to know that you can do this to someone.

He keeps rubbing my soft, supple flesh and he leans forward and we keep snogging him. Matt – a good kisser by the way. Confident, which is always important.

I cut it off and creep down to where I'm on my knees. Matt backed up a few steps to lead me to the couch, where he leaned on the armrest for support. First I undo the fly and the top button. I pull down his pants and then his boxers.

He was hairy, which doesn't bother me. he was tough He was really tough. And, pleasant surprise, his cock was longer than average. Not to do the whole typical erotic story cliché where the guys cock is as big as a coke can and 20cm long. He's probably about six, six and a half inches tall, which is longer than the average, which is about five inches. And it's probably a bit thicker than average, too.

I start feeling him and it's his turn to sit back and close his eyes. He's got a nice cock, and I mean nice. It's like a work of art. I really like the male penis and I like sucking on it - maybe something like a child/pacifier? So I had to go to Wikipedia to find out the actual terms for the penis so I could accurately describe it. Matt's cut (obviously). The glans of his penis, the head, was really bulbous and was pink and shiny. The part where the skin pulls back and stretches around the head along the shaft has been fully stretched. He has a really big pear on the hilt of his tail and his 'corpus spongiosum', the bit under the shaft that's like a bump in the road that's really soft, is big too. All of which add to the thickness. And while it's not a monster cock, it's also veined, with a few hairs here and there. It was also clean and didn't smell. (Pro tip right there.) His balls are pretty big, quite dangling, and absolutely suckable.

My first step is always to lick the head to get the guy going, so that's what I do. I lick it like a cat licking milk. He didn't have a precum and most guys aren't that fast so it helps to wet your head.

I went slow, teasing him because I wanted him to feel it and I wanted to make sure he knew he was getting something special. At first I just put his head in my mouth. I slowly stroked his cock with my right hand and cradled his balls with my left while nudging the head of his cock around in my mouth and exploring with my tongue. It didn't taste so bad because it was clean.

Eventually I got tired of playing around (although from the look on his face he could have lasted all day) and I took his shaft in my mouth. Me, little Nyx, the little blowjob expert. I'm starting to work it, and I mean hard. I wanted to put my blowjob authority to the test right away. If I could get him to blow his bundle in two or three minutes and get him to blow his bundle like no bundle he's ever blown before, well that's a respect-winning thing.

After about a minute he is well smeared with my spit. And he's dripping precum. And I get aroused and maybe wet. (Which I didn't tell him about during our post-Blowjob smooch, but I can guarantee he probably smelled it.) I felt like I'd measured his cock and that little upward curve, so I took him all the way in me on my mouth He moaned slightly, and I think he said, Oh shit, but I was so into it I was gone.

Matt put his hands on the back of my head and held me tight. I was prepared for the male's instinctive response, so I moved closer to him and stood up a bit to adjust. Soon he was pushing me back and forth with my natural head movement. A couple of times deepthroated and took him to the max.

Being able to deepthroat without much discomfort is one of those things that will put you in good standing once the news gets around. And my ability definitely helped people when certain people started scolding me. But I know the guys like the warmth and the smooth feel so I'm still doing it regardless of the repercussions.

I took my hands off his crotch and grabbed his bottom and started massaging him. I was there. I kind of lose track of the times when I get into it. But I enjoyed his meat very much. I wasn't looking up at him but I hope he was looking down at me, hopefully amazed at the feelings I was giving him.

At some point I broke away from him to get some fresh air. A huge glob of saliva came out of his mouth and stuck to his cock. I looked up at him. In my mind my mouth was open and I was totally his wanton slut and he looked down at me hungrily and after a few sloppy pumps of his cock with my hand I went back to sucking his cock.

He lasted longer than I thought. After about six minutes he kindly informed me that he would be coming soon. I didn't say anything but I guess he told me because he wasn't sure if it was okay in my mouth.

I felt the temperature rising and soon Matt had blasted quite thick mucus into my mouth. It hit my throat and I gagged a little, maybe coughed a little. He moaned. I did well!

When I pulled him out, some of his cum was still stuck to the tip of his cock and it was stuck to my bottom lip and chin. He laughed. I picked it up and wrapped the sticky white string around my finger, then offered it to him with a smile. He laughed and backed away, saying, No way! emphatically. His soft, stiff cock bobbed as he moved. And like the slut I seem to be, I stuck my finger in my mouth and licked it clean. Now I regret it - I hope it didn't make me look bad or worse in his eyes. But he seemed happy, so that was good. And I was happy too! Next time I'll put less strain on him and let the moment last a little longer.

I put my bra and tank top back on and we lay down on the bed together, he with his cock out. After he tested the water to make sure my mouth didn't taste too much like his cum, we got back to eating face. And deep inside me it burned. He spent a few more hours with me. He told me how much he enjoyed it and stroked my hair which I like. And I told him that I was happy to make him happy and that I wanted to see him more often, although that was strange because we had been together for 8 days and had seen him most of those 8 days. I guess what I meant was that I wanted him more often, but I couldn't say it and I'm pretty sure he understood. I would have spent a lot more time with him that night, but I had to go to work. (I'm a waitress at a popular restaurant in town. Yes, it's popular because of me. They serve food too. Wink, wink. Just kidding.)

* * *

Do you want me to bore you with the story of how bad I felt when I got home? It seems kind of weird to describe and I'm not sure I really want to because I used my fingers and it's kind of intimate on a very personal level. Not that it's not like sucking off a guy I really like, but you know what I mean. However, this was a long time ago, so I will not entertain you, dear reader. Maybe I'll save it for another time when you're nice.

It started with me rubbing myself impatiently. Then I finally went to bed and just clamped a couple of fingers between my lips and thought about Matt.

There. That's enough for one entry.

CH 02

This week has been a low key week and it has been a great week relationship wise. I feel really good about everything. Life is pretty busy sometimes because there is a lot to do or at least it feels like there is a lot to do.

All the sexy stuff I'm going to describe today happened on Monday. I dated Matt (obviously) afterwards, but we didn't have sex for the rest of the week because I was on my period.

I've been feeling a lot more charged about my relationship with Matt lately and everything just seems to be speeding past me way too fast. I think it's because of how well Matt and I get along. It fits snugly like a glove over my heart, which sounds really cheesy, but it's an accurate representation of how I'm feeling. I haven't looked back once since our very first date, and while the seriousness of our relationship is growing much faster than I'd normally be comfortable with, I'm kind of fine with it, and that's on him.

What I didn't make clear in the first post was that I live at home with my family. I thought this was really unusual, but it's actually a pretty common thing for people like me who live near college because it's just easier to prep everything at home and not have to pay any extra costs. Matt also lives at home with his family despite being Italian and from what he tells me his family is super close. (He's an only child. His parents are vacationing in Hawaii...sooo happy to just be out of the cold.)

My family is also nearby. Statistically we were typical, that is, two parents and two children, one of whom was me and the other was my sixteen-year-old sister Becky. she is really cute She's going through that difficult phase of puberty when you think you're past puberty, but you actually aren't. It was around last year that I noticed that she was growing sexually, especially in the way she acted.

All of that plays into the funniest thing in the world for me right now; That means Becky totally turns Matt on almost 100 percent of the time. Well, Matt has stopped by about 3 or 4 times now, and every time he comes over, she's a total flirt. I've never seen her behave like this—not even when she's with her group of friends and they're pretending to be twenty-five-year-old trailer pickers. I don't blame it. She's just young and awkward, and Matt finds that really funny because she totally lacks subtlety. Just... some of what she says just makes me faint. And Matt is totally playing it. He loves to. He teased me the other day, saying that she was an attractive prospect in case our relationship didn't work out.

But no worries on my part because he is the one who is starting all the new directions in our relationship right now.

As said, all following details take place on Monday. So on Monday night Matt took me to see Avatar in 3D. It was pretty good. I wasn't expecting much but I definitely walked out with a smile. Matt told me how they are currently making 3D TVs. Top chef in 3D? Sold! But I think I missed some parts of the film which may have spoiled my enjoyment. We were in each other's arms most of the time, and Matt might have gotten his hands on me at a few inconvenient points for quite a while towards the end of the film. Like I said last time, this relationship — the fact that we live close together and the fact that we really made out at the movies — makes me feel like I'm still in high school.

It was late when we got out. He wanted to take me out to dinner or somewhere to eat, but it was around 9 or 10 PM. This is a strange time to eat anything heavy. And I wasn't hungry. And I wanted to go back to his apartment, which was empty.

Matt actually didn't like Avatar that much. We talked about it on the drive back to his house. But like I said, I guess we didn't give the film full attention.

So we come to him. (By the way, that's the part I know you've been dying to hear.) We sat down at his kitchen table and he started making coffee. You have this super technical coffee maker. And the coffee was really very good, pretty much on par with a good coffee you might buy from a good vendor. At first we drank them in silence, staring at each other over the rims of our cups. He then pulled me over to this massive couch in the main room where we sat side by side, me literally glued to him under his arm.

I purred with my head on his chest. I think it's time we talked about getting more serious, I said. As a couple, I mean.

The way we see each other, the way we treat each other...what do you mean? He flicked his pants at something.

I mean... And then I laughed and I looked up at him and I smiled and he looked down at me and he smiled too and I said, I mean, I want to have sex with you. But not today.

You want to have sex, but not today, he repeated with a wide grin at the ironic phrase.

Are you ready to get serious? I asked. He replied that he was moving at my pace and didn't want me to rush just for his sake. But I'm in no hurry. I would have finished a week ago, I said. But it's just the idea that a relationship should be slow, patient, and low-key that's holding me back. But I'm absolutely ready for you. I was ready on day one.

Okay, he said. He kissed me, a full blown kiss, a meeting of faces. I always melt when he kisses me. I linger in his eyes too, like a moment of weakness in which he holds me captive and I can't escape. Not that I want to escape. Secretly, he could have taken me back then if he wanted to, but he has more respect for me than anyone I know, apart from close friends and family. It's wrapped around my finger and I'm just as wrapped around his.

When we're done hugging, I explain to him that my period is coming up and I don't want to have penetrative sex, and he agreed. He told me that at the time he wanted to know everything, so I told him. And I'll also brief you briefly, just so you know. Obviously, this isn't something I would tell everyone, but for this particular case, due to some periods of sexual silence, you basically need to know. So consider yourself lucky!

I'm super thankful that my periods are running like clockwork; actually more precise than clockwork. Clocks often get out of sync, but I don't. It's kind of a supernatural thing. My period starts on either the thirteenth or fourteenth of the month and ends on the seventeenth. They are generally light and I don't feel too many changes. Like I said, I'm super grateful.

On Monday the eleventh of the month I felt normal. So I could have included Matt for the first time in our relationship, but I think it's better to skip the period altogether and enjoy a long uninterrupted stretch until the next one. As it turned out, we played a little together anyway.

Matt really was receptive to anything. I really feel like I can tell him if I'm not feeling well and I don't want to have sex. I feel like I can talk about these things and that he will support me. I've never felt that in any other guy before. It really is something special.

When we finished our coffee, we made out again. I want it more than you do, I playfully told him, a statement he didn't agree with, so he went ahead and kissed me. And we've fallen into the smooch pit where there's only kissing and cuddling and it's almost impossible to get out.

No sex, but we can still play around, I said. And with that he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom and laid me on his bed.

You know, you were good enough to blow my mind a few times, Matt said. How about you sit back this time?

I grinned at him, that was the answer he needed.

You haven't got your period yet, have you?

I'm all yours.

I got up and pushed him onto the bed. I wanted to attack him. I don't really mind top or bottom, but if you were to ask me which I prefer, I would definitely have to go for the top. Maybe it's a control thing? I'm not sure. Matt just stared at me as I undressed. I wore a generic light blue top and a blue ruffled mini skirt that reached about mid-thigh. Probably a bad decision because it was really cold outside, but whatever, seduction, you know? Matt gave me his jacket so it was good in the end. Underneath I wore a matching pair of cream colored cotton bra and panties.

He was sitting half upright, half lying at the head of the bed. I knelt on top of him, over his waist, losing my top and bra. I guess I might have done a silly dance? It's kind of embarrassing to remember, but he definitely enjoyed it. He put his hands on my back and pulled me towards him, taking one of my nipples in his mouth.

Matt is a tug. He definitely goes for the nipples. Some guys like to lick or nibble, but he's awesome. He took it all in his mouth and used his lips to push it down and his tongue to lick it. There was something electric about it: no one I've ever had sex with was that focused on my nipples. He made a tour of my breasts with his mouth, especially on the underside where they are velvety soft. Mine are totally sassy and bouncy, so maybe that's why he was totally fixated on them.

At one point I asked him if he was a boob, butt, or leg type. How about you all? he said. Which was a total slip. But I was grateful for the answer. I had to push him away so I could remove the rest of my clothes.

I realized that this was the first time I was showing him the rest of my body - I hadn't fully undressed before. So after a few pulls of the miniskirt, I took off both bottoms.

I had shaved all my pubic hair before I went out with him. Pubic hair always varies on me. I don't groom it like some girls. It grows pretty slowly unless you shave it often, so it's not a huge hassle, but I like a bit of hair. I usually just leave the hair right above it. I don't like how hair looks everywhere. But when I know I'm going to have sex with a new guy for the first time, I always shave. Some guys might like pubic hair, but quite a few guys don't, while nobody I know hates a shaved pussy, so it's always a safe option.

You shave? he asked.

I sat back on him and pushed his head back, getting ready to mount his face. Total femdom! I can. Do you want me to do it?

Actually, I don't mind, he said. Whatever is most comfortable for you. I go through phases. Sometimes I like it shaved, sometimes I like a full bush. He shrugged and grabbed my butt. What about you? Do you want me to shave?

I'm just like you, I said. Although sometimes when I'm shaving, I find that a guy's hair feels a little weird, like it's got spikes or something, you know? But we'll see how it goes. If I shave for you, you might have to shave for me too.

He pulled me into himself. First he put his head on my crotch and kissed me everywhere but my pussy: belly button, thighs, pedestal, everywhere. He said something about how he liked the smell of girls. I called him a pervert and they both laughed. It's the typical image of a guy secretly going through a girl's laundry basket and sniffing her dirty panties. It's just so dirty, but funny at the same time. And then he kissed me.

I have not yet described my vulva. I have a fairly large mound and it swells up quite a bit when I come into heat. I get camel toes quite often, and it's not as great as a lot of people think it seems, especially when you have to be really aware of it in terms of clothing, at the beach or at parties or wherever. The same goes for really hard nipples, and that's where I have a double whammy, but there's nothing I can do about it. However, it makes the sex better. My labia don't stick out that much. They don't curl up, but they're not fleshy either, and they all stick out; it's a middle ground. My clit doesn't stick out very much and some guys are terrible at finding it, but Matt (thankfully) knew his stuff right away. That said, he has past experience and I'm sure these girls loved him because as far as giving head goes, he's absolutely amazing.

Matt started with small, soft, wet kisses right down the middle. I immediately leaned my head against the wall and just looked down at him, knowing I had a ride ahead of me. He slowly licked my slit and pulled me down where his head was right between my thighs and I was lying right on top of him.

He licked from the bottom, went all the way up, and then he went from the top to the bottom, and like that for a minute, ate the outside of me like he was sawing away at me. I couldn't keep my eyelids from flickering. The feeling was incredible. It reminded me of a guy I dated who was really good at sucking cock and that's all he wanted to do. It was actually weird: he didn't want me near his cock; he just wanted my cunt with his head. It didn't work out, but he had mastered his craft, and so had Matt. The way he made me feel hadn't been made by a guy in years.

With a thumb and a few more fingers he came to my clit and at that point my mind left the building. It sounds cheesy and totally stereotypical of erotic stories when I say it, but that's how it happened. I just let him feel me and blocked out everything else.

Two more things you should know about me as you learn more about my body (three things actually): I get wet pretty easily, and I get wet a lot – outer lips, vulva, inside, everything glitters, but only if a guy knows how to get me really horny and only when i really feel it. I moan pretty easily when I'm at the height of sex. I'm a low moan, and it's more of a whoop of joy. Sometimes I get pulled out and can hear myself moaning and it's really surreal because you realize you have no control over the sounds you make. It's like I'm being hypnotized or something. Finally, I take my time to reach orgasm. It's extremely satisfying and I love the build up to orgasm almost as much as the orgasm itself, but I take my time and when a guy isn't patient or can't control himself, it gets really frustrating. I didn't let Matt invade me as I write this, but he's a god with his tongue, I know that.

There was a point where I came out and realized he had his tongue all the way inside me, with his lips all over my lips. I suddenly felt really wet and really sloppy. And I started shutting down on him. We locked eyes and I took my hands off the wall I had been resting against and cradled his head. I might have shoved his head in my pussy (with a wry smile). But I'm sure he didn't mind.

He massaged the other parts of me with his fingers. My clit got a lot of attention, as did the outer lips. They felt bloated and I was really hot. And I must have groaned (though I can't remember) but there was no one around but us so there was nothing to worry about.

Nothing I did seemed important to him. It was a long way before I realized I had been pushing his head with my thighs, but he just kept slamming his tongue into me. I let go of him, but I couldn't help but push his head further into me. I hope he enjoyed the way I smelled back then because he got a huge load from me! That and his nose was stuck to the top of my pussy.

It felt incredible as we licked the inside of my vagina through my hole, the walls, everything. He continued to tinkle his tongue. I have not told anyone that I have written these articles, but I really hope that my description has done their service to me justice. The only problem is that I just couldn't pay attention; he was too good.

Eventually I came, maybe after ten to fifteen minutes. I came hard, totally out of passion for him and the fact that I was with him and he licked me out, rather than his ability to eat pussy (although he is very capable). I've been told I exude a lot of the same lube when I come, but I most definitely don't squirt. It's more of a girl semen seepage I guess. (The term girl-cum is so hawt.)

Matt's face was a mess when I finally pulled away from him. We both laughed heartily about it. From the tip of his nose to under his chin, his skin was smeared with a mixture of my fluid and his saliva. It glittered against the light. I ran to the bathroom to get him tissue paper.

Did you enjoy it? he asked. He rubbed my still extremely wet pussy with his hand while looking up at me.

That was outstanding. (I was panting and couldn't speak properly.)

i kissed him It was really weird - it definitely didn't taste normal. There was something like an extra hot or extra savory flavor, although it was weak. I had never tasted my liquids before so this was a first experience. It tasted similar to men's precum, although maybe a little sweeter? I don't know, I didn't quite get it.

We're even, he said, for all the times you blew my mind.

I teased him. Did you like the taste? Did you like the smell?

You taste wonderful. Just like every other part of you. Do you want to go again?

I was really surprised that he asked and of course I said yes. He said he had a favor to ask of me: if neither of us did anything to his cock, it would explode.

It was a weird way of putting it, but I hadn't realized that he had an erection most of the time I was enjoying him. I was more than happy to help him with his problem. He told me to turn around so I was facing the opposite direction and soon I found myself in my very first sixty-nine. The legendary sixty-nine, right? It was sooo good again. I told him he didn't have to make me cum again because I didn't think it was possible. And I would take it all out on his cock.

As I pulled down his pants and boxers, I saw that his cock was big, hard, and red, and I mean really red. It had been tense the whole time. He even had Precum running. I picked up the drop of liquid with my finger and rubbed it into the head of his cock before taking it all the way into my mouth.

In the days before, I had been giving him blowjobs on a fairly regular basis, similar to the first one I gave him (which I described in the first entry). Now I've really done everything with him. I started squeezing his balls, albeit way too hard because he was grunting, but he didn't say anything else. I chose the jerk off/blow combination, pumping the bottom of his penis and base and sucking on the top. I had more than enough saliva and soon I was just as messy on his end as he was on mine. Spit covered my mouth and dripped down his cock. I was rocking wildly but I just couldn't get him to come - it was amazing. Maybe it's one thing that the more tense the penis is (or was) the longer it takes? It definitely took longer than the other times I blew him away, but at the same time he was more excited than ever.

I shouldn't neglect to mention that in all of this he once again went for my poor little pussy. It was incredibly hot and