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September 16, 2006

Airstart

[full story is 2,030 words]

Once upon a time, in an apartment complex in a distant town, I received my very first successful airstart. Since I was of the advanced age of thirty, this came as quite an overdue pleasure. I had been dating the girl of my dreams (wet and dry) for several months, and we had fucked and sucked on many occasions, but I had never been able to fully relax and let myself go (er, cumm). But this night was different.

I arrived home from school about 9, and when I opened my apartment door I knew right away that this was to be a GOOD night. Just inside the door were Julie’s shoes. A little farther in were here stockings. Still farther, her skirt, then blouse as I made the turn toward the bedroom. Panties and bra made up the last “steps” to the bed, where I saw something I never will forget. Julie was lying with her back on the pillows, propped up against the headboard, with her ankles crossed behind her neck! She was sucking a pale yellowish liquid from a long plastic tube (which must have come from the lab where she worked). The tube wound around her right leg two or three times, and disappeared into the curly blonde hair around her pussy. What a sight! What a shock!! What a turn-on!!!

At this point, my heart was in my throat. She smiled and asked if I’d care for some champagne. Confused, I looked around for a moment until she said “no, silly, here!” and she handed me the tube. I hesitated, but then figured, what the hell, and sucked on the tube. To my surprise, it was champagne, although a little warm for my taste. “How?” I asked. She reached down to where the end of the tube entered her pussy hair, and spread the lips of her pussy apart, revealing a big red party balloon, which she had filled with a little champagne, inserted the plastic tube, and closed it off with a rubber band. Gloriosky!!!

By now I was pretty hot, and started to get undressed. But she insisted that we must finish drinking and have something to eat, so I stopped with just my shirt and pants on. She said she had a special surprise for me for dinner. After her trick with the balloon I was eager to fine out what was next!

I did not have to wait long. We finished the “cuntpagne” in a few minutes, as there wasn’t much. “Bring me our dinner from the pot on the stove” she said, “Dry it off first.” I went to the stove where I found a giant foot long tightly curved polish sausage in a pot of warm water. I think I knew what was cumming (excuse me, coming) next.

As I returned with the bag, Julie removed the balloon and tube from her pussy with a jerk, which made a sound like pulling your foot out of deep mud. “SLURP.” With a big smile on her face and a look that said she knew that she had me under her complete control, she began licking the balloon, slowly cleaning her juices from it. I almost dropped the sausage!

When she finished with the balloon, she said “Sit here on the bed and kiss me while I finish warming that sausage for you.” I handed it to her and sat down. She took it with just the tips of her fingers and caressed that big thing as if it were her favorite prick. Then, with that “now I’ve got you” look she raised the sausage to her mouth, and licked around the end of it. Then she slowly ran the end down her left leg from where it passed by her head toward her pussy. When the sausage reached her pussy hair, she slowed to where it was almost not moving at all. “This is it,” I thought, “She’s going to stick it in!” But she had other plans. She ever so slowly ran that sausage up and down her pussy lips several times, and then moved it up her right leg back to her mouth, where she began licking it again. “Ever wish you were Polish?” she asked. I laughed, and reached for the sausage, but she said “Not yet! I have to warm it first.”

She then ran the sausage down her leg as before, but this time she slowly put it inside her pussy. One inch, then two, three, four, until almost the entire thing was inside. She pulled me to her, and we kissed hot and deep. But I couldn’t get that sausage off my mind. “Are you hungry?” Julie asked. “I guess so,” I squeaked. “I know I want something!!!”

She took hold of my face, and guided it down to the sausage. “Chow Baby,” she laughed. “Eat up.” I took the sausage in my teeth, and as I bit down, looking up at her, I had the funniest feeling that what I was doing wasn’t all that different than what a cocksucker does.

At that point, I decided to inject a little change of my own. Instead of just eating the sausage, I began sucking it into and blowing it out of my mouth, making it go in and out of Julie’s pussy. Then I added a little back and forth motion of my head to provide greater stroke length. Julie liked it, a lot! I think I could have made her cumm, but I got so excited that I bit through the skin of the sausage, and it tasted so good that I remembered how hungry I actually was.

Julie put her legs down over my back, and I laid there and ate several bites of that sausage, giving Julie a few strokes with it for good measure. I bit off a few bites for Julie, and she made quite a show of eating them, running her tongue around the pieces and sucking the meat into her mouth. I was impressed by just how hot that sausage was, particularly the parts that had been deepest inside Julie. And the taste was really special. But Julie always had great taste!

When we finished eating the sausage, we went to the kitchen, got some more champagne (cold, from a glass [boring]), kissed, touched, and Julie removed the last of my clothes as we returned to the bed.

As wonderful as the remarkably erotic supper treats had been, I somehow sensed that Julie had some special purpose motivating her that night. As I started to caress her body she took my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes and said “Lay back, and let me drive tonight.” So I put two pillows under my head and put my arms at my side. She kissed my eyelids, and my mouth. Not a hard passionate kiss, but a tender “I love you” kiss that can frequently be even more exciting than a hot tongue checking all of your fillings. It certainly was this night, maybe because of the bizarre activities that preceded it. I reached up and began to fondle the large erect nipples of her small firm breasts, and she moaned ever so softly as she kissed my neck. I ran my fingers over her breasts in ever widening circles until I reached her side. She kissed her way down to where she was licking my nipples then, and I could only reach her shoulders and arms.

She looked up at me and said “I love you, and I want this to be a night that you will always remember.” I said I loved her too, and that I was especially fond of the way she cooked sausage. She said it was time to be serious and to enjoy our love and our passion. “I want you to be so comfortable with me that you hold nothing back.” I knew she was referring to my tendency to tighten up emotionally when we were having any sort of sexual experience beyond the basics, particularly if I was not the “driver”.

Then she ran her tongue slowly down my tummy, moving to the left down the front of my leg, almost to the knee. She kissed me gently on the inside of my thighs, as I had done for her so many times before. I moved my legs apart, trying to look cool at the same time. She continued kissing my left leg, while caressing my right leg with the tips of her fingers. I was pretty hot, but also getting nervous. We’d been here (sort of) before, and, if we were going where I hoped we were, we had never been successful. This time WAS different, though, maybe due to the “cuntpagne,” or the “Pussy Kielbasa,” or maybe because of something else. I just wasn’t as anxious or self conscious as I had been before.

As her lips moved up my leg I could almost hear my blood pumping, but I kept telling myself to let go, and not worry about anything. “I LIKE your little dick,” Julie said softly, “it fits my mouth just right.” She took just the tip in her lips, then pushed it out with her tongue, and ran her tongue down to my balls. She sucked ever so gently on my nuts, one at a time, while running her fingers up and down my dick. Then she kissed her way back up my cock. When she got to the tip, she pushed the tip of her tongue against the hole and made the end of my dick move in a circular motion. It felt different, maybe even strange, but REAL GOOD. Gradually, she began to take me into her mouth. So very slowly that I could hardly keep from trying to help by pushing against her. But I kept trying to let things happen her way, rather than trying to make things happen my way.

Eventually, she had almost all of me in her mouth, and she began to back off. Slowly out, slowly in, slowly out, slowly in. She made no sounds, she just reached up and took my hands in hers, gently holding me as if to say “I love you.” As I relaxed a little, I could feel that old familiar tightening way down inside that means I’m getting closer. I began to move, but caught myself and laid back, and just enjoyed the feeling. Back and forth Julie’s head went. Sometimes fast, mostly slow.

Eventually, I could feel that tightening really taking hold, and I noticed that I had begun to breathe heavier. Julie could tell that I was getting closer, and she picked up the pace. She also took one hand and put it around my cock and against her lips. That felt even better. Faster and faster she went, harder and harder I breathed, tighter and tighter the muscles got. Then, almost by surprise, I came in her mouth. It seemed like the biggest explosion I’d ever had. I think I cried out something, but this part is a little hazy. Julie never even flinched, merely slowed the motion of her head and her hand, but she sucked even harder. She seemed to be pulling the cum out of someplace way down deep inside of me. It was the second best feeling I ever had. The muscle spasms seemed to go on forever, but as they began to subside, Julie stopped sucking and came up beside me. She looked happier than I could remember, her eyes were sparkling like the champagne we’d had earlier. She pressed her lips to mine, and as we kissed, I tasted what must have been some of my cum, but I didn’t care.

For me, that night was a major milestone in my sexual maturity. I discovered that I really could “let myself go,” even if someone else was in command of the situation. I’ve had other exciting moments since that night, but that one night sticks out like a stiff peter and is by far the most significant and the most memorable, just as Julie wanted it to be.

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by NixPixer Feather Bender

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