Hey. I want to describe some moments of my life. Probably for that. so that I can figure this out myself, and also because I like to write about it.

1. HOW IT ALL BEGAN.

As a child, I realized that I liked something unusual. I felt pleased when I was “forced” to do “indecent things”. From about 12 I began to play with my dick, experiencing several orgasms at a time. At sixteen, I already kissed passionately with a classmate and touched her everywhere. But ... I was stopped by a SMELL! I did not know that girls flow when they are pleased, and I felt a little disgusted, the erection weakened.

At 18, I became a man. Awkward, awkward, but man! She was two years younger and was embarrassed to give in the open. and came up with a cunning move, when I kissed her behind the ear. she "cut down", giving me the opportunity to act on my own. And I acted. Two or three times I just drove my member (then not just a pussy, but a MEMBER) between her legs. Then I noticed that she "does not wake up" when I kiss her breasts, stomach. It was then that I decided to kiss the girl TAM for the first time. I didn’t know what it was called cunnilingus, I didn’t know if she liked IT, and I did it as a child, even though I enjoyed IT And the taste?! This taste cannot be compared. It is more intoxicating than alcohol. I have never tried drugs. averve and they do not cause such dependence as the taste of female intercourse. That's when I got hooked on Cooney and all its derivatives ...

The period before my marriage is of no interest to the reader. Although ... but this is another story altogether.

So, I got married. Birth of a child. Family troubles ... Ya. Of course, I constantly caressed my wife with a tongue, but ... Only after two years of living together ... More about that.

My first VCR. I. Of course the first (own) cassette with porn. It was then that I was able for the first time to deliver with my tongue satisfaction to a woman. Have I become skilled? if she was very excited, only that time she didn’t call me "up." when i played my tongue affection on her "girl", but suddenly I pushed my hips faster and pressed my head hard to my crotch. something quickly pulsated down her belly and my mouth filled with the best nectar on the ground. While I gratefully relished his taste. She relaxed her arms along the body. A couple of minutes later I bent over her face. She did not say a word. my lips, nose, eyes, cheeks. It was the highest praise my efforts and the best reward for their efforts. After the. first time, I never stopped to give her cunnilingus, without feeling this magical pulsation her orgasm.

2. DIVERSITY

Over time, we began to introduce new elements into our sex life. No, we did not play role-playing games (or rather, not openly). We played cards, backgammon, only necessarily on sex desires. Usually for a while. which the loser must practice with his tongue on the organ of love of the winner. Once, carried away. I then licked her flower for more than two hours. and at that time she was reading a book, occasionally lifting her ass and warning; "Oh, it came out, it came out ..." And I greedily caught it. that "flowed" with his tongue.

Somehow I offered to play the binding. And after ten minutes already lay naked on the couch. Hands were tied with a belt from her dressing gown to the upper back. and legs to the bottom. Then for the first time she played enough with my errogated member in the open. "How cool he is slapping on the tum!" And then for the first time in front of my face she inserted two fingers between her legs and began to move them. without taking my eyes off my reaction. I just wriggled down and. unable to hold back, he whispered with dry lips; "Well, give me ... please let me ..." She smiled: "What can I give you? Mmm? Do you want to lick? Yes Yes. let me lick them ... "And she gave.And I greedily sucked on her wet fingers. And moaned. when she repeated everything in a new way ... And then she squatted in front of my face and began to hold me by the hair. when I was eager to cling to her heart. "Well, well, well, my boy. We must ask what you want. Well, what do you want?" And I blushing whisper: "I want to kiss you ... well, give please. "She. Of course, she framed her pussy under my tongue. but first, plenty of plenty of my requests ...

One evening, she suddenly, for no reason at all, asked: "And let me tie you?" “I like it. I want to try something. Come on.” She straddled me and began to push my hands in the slotted back of the sofa. I did not strongly resist, although I did not want to capitulate immediately. When the last knot was tightened, she rose and took off her robe, under which there was nothing else. A little caressing herself there, she immediately framed her girl under my lips. I was not surprised for a long time, why wonder when you need to enjoy. For decency, he just grumbled: “You washed her well?” “Yes, yes, come on!” It would not be superfluous to add here. of those first desires to touch my lips with TAM and what stopped me. So, for five minutes she flew across my face. Then, seeing that I had already entered the rage, suddenly dragged my head by my hair and held it so little her face said, "I'll do something now, don't be surprised, okay?" With these words, she will even more I got up, so that her swollen lips were thirty inches from my face. Hands rested on the sofa back. I saw the muscles in her stomach tighten. And the next second a powerful jet hit me in the face. I opened my mouth in surprise and closed my eyes. Almost all the glass on my cheeks on the pillow, but a few large sips still swallowed. While I came to my senses and wondered how I would react to this, she had already freed my hands and wiped my face (I didn’t even understand what it was before) with her panties. "Well, what a surprise?" She asked laughing, but it was felt that she was a little tense. waiting for my answer. "It is necessary to warn. Look, the whole pillow got wet. " I said “wet” and not “wet A” without even thinking that my fault in THIS was not. “Well, next time I will warn you.” I said nothing. only blushing at the fact that from this “next time” my member treacherously twitched ...

And I waited for this "next time." I really wanted to feel the smell of her urine again and try not to shed a drop. And it happened pretty soon. I used to lick her girl as usual. She read "Emanuel" (honestly speaking she was very excited by her sort of “renunciation” of what I was doing). Suddenly from above: “And I want to write. Very much. I'm afraid I won't have time to reach.” I lifted my red face up. “And you don’t want to drink anything?” I swallowed saliva and nodded: “I want.” “Why don't you ask then?” I thought. that my dick will tear both the sheets and the mattress at the same time. "Let me have a drink, please." Well, well, then I will teach you how to ask. And now quickly lay on your back. Only I lay down, she immediately sat down on my face. "Open your mouth ..." ... This time I drank all the last drops and wiped her lips and light fluff of hairs around them dry (as far as it can be done with the tongue).

Sometimes she urinated in a special mug to the very edges (army, 350 g) and, after listening to my requests, I watched as I drank it to the bottom, in one fell swoop.

She also liked it. pulling off her panties from the ass, immediately pull them over my head. and all the time so that the most piquant places were right on my lips and nose.

I remember the first time she "made" me lick her unwashed. "Well, she's clean. Look, take a closer look." Her hands sharply clasped my head and roughly pulled me down, buried my lips straight into a slightly sticky and with (by the way) interesting smell still closed shell. "Come on, come on. Work your tongue." I licked. Once. Second. Then I began to lick more carefully. "Well, you didn't want to. I knew.what you like. " Strange, but after the first time I stopped watching that. so she carefully washed away. Moreover. I no longer wanted this "soap purity." I wanted to feel her taste.

3. "MORE DESTROYING"

We lay in bed and watched a movie. She got up. "I really want to go to the toilet." "So go." "It's boring alone. Come with me. Tell me anecdotes." "Are you laughing? I will tell you in the TOILET of anecdotes. "" Well, let's go ... please. " She winked slyly. I suddenly found that my dick began to grow rapidly in size. "Well, okay." She sat on the toilet, and I sat on the edge of the bath. "What do you have to tell the anecdote?" began to confuse some anecdote. She cheekily put her hand in my pants and, grasping the trunk, began to smile nodding to the beat of my words. "Yes, yes, and then? Now you don’t think about it, right? "I didn’t say anything. And what was to say when it was clear to both of them what was going to happen next. Mmm? "I quickly nodded my head up and down, because of the excitement, I could not utter a word." Get on your knees. " I dutifully knelt in front of her legs. She rose and lifted the nightie up: "Wipe me." I began to eagerly lick wet hairs, trying to stick my head between her legs. "Wait, I'll turn." She turned and, stooping slightly, rested against the wall behind the toilet. Automatically drained the water. buttocks to the sides and prissed my tongue to the path between them. I licked and couldn’t get enough. Like a hungry cat who came to a saucer with sour cream. "And we went to the room. And there I licked her with such passion and gratitude that she was very quickly satisfied. Well, and then I ...

Here it is. It was all with me. There is another story. As if the continuation of the above, but ... these are just my fantasies. Although I am more than sure, if we were not divorced and these fantasies would be true. After all, everything went to that ...

P. S. A big request to those who read this story, please write a couple of lines. It doesn't matter what they will be, just very important. Your opinion is that you liked it and what you shouldn’t write. “Views” are not indicators, because a person could open and, after the first paragraph, close. Rating. also not an indicator — only one person could rate out of a hundred, so his assessment is displayed. But even the smallest, albeit critical, but the comment is always very pleasant and inspiring.
He wrote two more stories from the same “genre.” Honestly, he wrote quickly and ... mostly “for himself”. Now I finish the fourth, probably the last. I try to explain it ... as if to say, doing my best. Because of this, the fourth, I would like to know about mistakes (not to repeat), or about successful moments (in order to “taste” them in more detail).
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