Having Alex’s head behind me and his dick in front of me, I was kind of looking to his dick as a separate entity.
I petted the head then moved my fingers with great care along the shaft. I found out that it is not as strong as it was during the first encounter, but it was noticeably hot. I cupped the soft bag in my hand and encircled the base with my fingers, and it swayed with a little poke from my index finger. I directed it to point strait towards my face. Slowly, it grew longer and bigger. I moved my head closer, and the dick’s girth became stout, and the head started to pop up, kind of meeting my challenge. I paused for a moment, weighing the gravity of the action I’m going to take.
Then, I made up my mind. I moved my fingers through the folds of the soft skin of the warm pouch at the base. Then I extended my tongue gingerly and I had my first taste of the liquid oozing out of the single eye. It tasted thick and pungent. Another pause, and then I extended my lips forward and gave it a kiss. That was enough to stir it up to its full erection; so it pulled away from my mouth. So, I had to draw closer with my body and raise my head to meet that animal’s head.
I pressed on the shaft to lower the head down and lowered my mouth on it. I held it with my lips and rotated my tongue around the sleek and slippery head. I kissed the flared circle of the head. I ran my tongue along the shaft up and down, and I worked with my mouth, nose, and cheek on every part of that arrogant creature.
At that moment, feeling that I had tamed this wild animal, I started to pay attention to the presence of the owner, Alex. He was very quiet, other than moaning softly, and I could hear different sounds under the softness of his stomach. He was probably trying not to interrupt what I was doing, but I could feel his hand roaming very slowly around my butt. His fingers were working hard to part my butt cheeks, and his middle finger went deeper in my butt hole. Meanwhile, his right hand was working furiously on my back, tickling my spine, kneading my shoulder blades and my neck, pushing my head tentatively towards his dick.
At this point I pondered what would Alex want to be done to his dick.
I figured out that my mouth should work the way my pussy does, which is accommodating Alex’s dick. So, I took the head in my mouth and let my lips slid down onto the shaft as far as I could go until the head hit my throat. I stayed there for a while, then I tightening my lips grip around the shaft and pulled my head back.
Alex’s moaning grew louder.
A couple of lips strokes up and down the swollen shaft, and I heard the now familiar groan. Alex’s grip tightened on my back and hip. His stomach muscles became as hard and tough as cobblestones. He arched his back, thrusting his hips up, and I felt his head and torso rising up behind me. His breathing quickened, and he gave a loud whooping cry before his dick twitched vigorously in my mouth, and a geyser of hot liquid exploded in my mouth.
I kind of considered avoiding the previous mess by taking all the cum in my mouth, but it was more than what I expected and what my mouth can hold; so I had to let go his dick from my mouth, and it showered my face and sprayed cum in all directions.
After he calmed down, I turned my head to see Alex’s face. He grabbed my head by the hair, pulled it back toward his face, and plant a long kiss on my lips. Cum dripping from my mouth and on my face didn’t bother him. He actually licked some of it while giving me the same passionate kiss he gave me before.
“Did you like what I have done?” I asked.
“I loved it, and I love you!” he said.
For long time after that day, I kept wondering how I did that. What was this driving force that led me to go down on a man, although he was my husband. I tried, discretely, to inquire about blow job from my sisters and my friends. I found out that most of them know about it, and so many of them were doing it with their husbands or boyfriends. But for myself, I never knew about it before.
I was also curious to know what Alex thought about me for doing it. Could he think that I knew about blow job? Or could he think that I may have gone down on another man before marriage? He never asked.
After that day, blow job became the cream of our love-making; I would never miss the opportunity to go down on Alex, in bed, in the kitchen, in the car, at the beach, even on the train once. I would love to hold his dick, kiss it, hug it, and even talk to it; that one day, Alex joked about getting jealous of his dick.
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