1. First Time


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Diary, Author: DianneDoggie, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    stroke his rock hard cock. He was clearly staring into my well groomed pussy, probably imagining his dick in it. I know that’s what I was imagining. I thought about him pumping me hard and just then felt that wave. I shuddered a bit and let out some moans. My vagina involuntarily contracted around my finger as I imagined it was Tommy’s cock. He closed and scrunched up his eyes and a small white fountain spurted out of his purple head onto his hand and shirt. First one wave, then another, then a third smaller one, and finally a forth one accompanied by a satisfied sigh. We both relaxed, half naked. Suddenly I felt like an accomplished voyeur. We sat there staring at each other’s bodies. I was all wet. Tommy was wet with his own cum and he still held is shaft in his hand. His penis and hand had cum frosting and the sight of it fascinated me. The urge came over me and I had to know what it tasted like, so I crawled over to his side of the couch, removed his hand and took his now semi-hard and cum coated head into my mouth. It tasted a bit slimy, salty, but also very, very sexy with a warm musky smell. I gently kissed him and he said he ...
    liked tasting his own cum on me. That made me feel powerful. I liked smelling his sex when I exhaled through my nose. It was like no other taste or smell I had ever experienced and it sent shivers between my legs. The sweet and salty taste made me regret that I told him to pleasure himself. It would have been better if he had shot his load directly into my mouth. Then I would have earned this wonderful taste. We needed that release with each other. We had listened to each other masturbate so many times through the thin walls. Now we actually watched each other orgasm. It seemed natural. Although the hormones won, we were happy campers. Surprisingly, there was no embarrassment. We were both exhausted by this time and sexually spent, so we got dressed, kissed goodnight and went to our separate bedrooms. I should mention the kiss. It wasn’t a brother and sister peck on the cheek like before. It was open mouthed, with future lover’s tongues knowingly dancing, ‘Till next time.’ Later that night, I heard a familiar sound. I wanted to help the poor boy, but helped myself instead. To be continued ... If I can gather the courage to tell more.
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