Written By: Roger

Yvonne and I were very honest with each other and weren't afraid to try different things, like new techniques and different ways to do the same age old routines. Once when our relationship was in its early stages and we had just begun seeing each other, I was lying in bed with my back against the headboard when she had to go to the bathroom and was in there for an extra long time. When she came back, she must have been in there wondering about how I played with myself when I wasn't with her, because she seemed like a girl on a mission. Without saying a word she reached for my cock and began moving it in her hand. Despite her sexually conservative upbringing she had become an expert on hand jobs in the last few weeks and she was really giving me a good jacking-off. Soon I was spewing my load over her fist, and as I did, instead of wiping me off with a towel, she began smearing the cum over the head of my penis, asking, "Is this how you masturbate when you're at home?"

Also I had never entered her from behind before, but I saw her one evening turning down the bed naked, bending over the covers with her shy pussy peeking between her thighs, and I walked up behind her, dropped my briefs, and put my erection between her legs. She looked back at me and smiled, saying, "What are you doing?" in a mock accusatory tone. I held my penis in my hand and pressed it into her inviting flesh until I had most of it in her. Together we crawled to the center of the bed, both on our knees doggie style, me stroking from behind, her resting her cheek on the turned down bed.

I never did get much satisfaction from that position because I couldn't put my arms around her and kiss her, and my balls felt like they were dangling out in the open and not snuggling up against her bottom.

One night we were preparing to make love when I got the idea to start kissing her and keep kissing down her breasts, lingering on her hard nipples, to her belly button, licking inside it and then continue down her belly to end up at her pussy and kiss her there. I didn't know how she would react so I swung my leg over her head and ended up in the 69 position, figuring if she didn't want to try it she could let me do all the exploration.

That was the first time my head had been this close to her pussy, and the fragrance was lovely, of sweet soap and clean skin. I kissed her vulva and as I did I could feel her mouth open and take in the head of my penis and suck on it, much as she would suck on a lollipop. It was as though an electric shock went through me, and I felt her move her tongue over me, causing me to throb even harder.

I crawled back up to her face and whispered, "I nearly came in your mouth." Those words must have stayed with her for the week, because the next weekend she had something special planned for us.

When we went into the bedroom the following week, she did something she had never done before. Yvonne (nude of course) undressed me like a child, sliding off my shoes and socks, then my shirt and pants, and finally my briefs, pulling them around and down past my swelling member. Then she got on her knees and slipped my penis into her mouth.

Some people think that when a man has a woman on her knees between his legs it is the sign of a dominant male and a submissive female, but the truth is that when a woman is kneeling between his legs she can pull back the foreskin tightly and use the tip of her tongue to probe under the head of his cock in the nooks on either side of the foreskin where the bundles of nerve endings are concentrated, bringing him indescribable pleasure, much like when a man uses the tip of his tongue to probe under the hood of her clitoris. But when a man and a woman are in a 69 position, her tongue is on top of his penis, which is not anywhere near as pleasurable.

While I was sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched her head move up and down on my cock, sometimes stopping to work her tongue sensually under the flared ridge, giving me such a beautiful feeling that I bent down and kissed her hair. Yvonne raised her head, her mouth wet with my pre-cum, and I kissed her mouth and tongue, both slippery.

I stood up and she jumped on the bed with her legs spread, expecting to be penetrated, but instead I swung her legs over the edge of the bed and, kneeling next to her, I put one of her bare feet on each of my shoulders. Then I teased her with kissing one inner thigh, and then the other, working my way closer to her pussy, then licking the outer lips, then the inner lips, until I was putting my tongue in the separation between the two sides of her vulva. I felt as though I was worshipping at the altar of her burning sexuality, feeling her hot juices on my lips and tongue.

In the sex manuals I learned that women had erections too, although smaller, more hidden ones and that they had just as many nerve endings in them as a penis, so I was very careful about sucking the small hard shaft, swirling my tongue only at the base of her clitoris, not brushing it roughly on top. I was rewarded with her moaning and pushing herself against my head until my nose and mouth were actually inside her vulva.

The next time we made love we were both naked, me on my back, when she kissed down from my chest past my navel, to suck on my penis. I thought she was doing this now as foreplay, but she was spending a longer time down there and was also massaging my balls. I had been holding back until I finally realized that she was trying to give me an orgasm. Then I relaxed and gratefully let go into Yvonne's beautiful mouth. And it seemed like an effortless climax, with her sucking the cream out as fast as I could produce it.

When we were done I looked at her; she raised up with a grimace on her face, and then I knew she had swallowed my load. She ran to the bathroom without saying a word and I figured she didn't want me to see her gagging.

I had once read in a sex magazine a few years before, that some guys would dispose of their come by eating it, and I was curious to try it. I eagerly masturbated until I felt the jets of cum squirt into my hand, and then touched it with my tongue. It was warm of course, and a little salty and when I licked it up and swallowed it, it slid down my throat like thin, watery snot. I had to suppress my gag reflex. I could see why some girls refused to suck off their boyfriends and swallow the cum.

When she came back from the bathroom I asked her, "Did it make you sick?" and all she replied was, "I ate a piece of bread."

Circumstances prevented us from developing our relationship for more than a few years, but I will always remember the first time I came in her mouth, and regret not telling her that it was okay to spit it out, and that it wouldn't hurt my feelings if she did.