I would not call myself fetish boy. Not that I am into plain vanilla sex, but rather that I don't go out of my way to worship feet, or nylons, or elbows, or whatever other kinks motivate the truly inspired. But with Charlotte I learned to appreciate more of what is out of white middle class ordinary.
Have I said she had the longest tongue?
"My turn" as she put it began with her sticking her tongue right up my ass. She licked eagerly around the edges of my puckered jewel then poked and twisted her tongue as her hand stroked my very hard penis. She licked up my butt crack and then back down and just lightly touch the underside of my ball sack. Her tongue moved back to my asshole and licked deep.
I have had a finger up my ass. I have had a vibrator poked up my poop chute. But her tongue was a new invasion as it pushed inside. For the briefest of moments I had a sense of what a woman must feel when a tongue laps from her clit and tolls between her lips.
After three or four pokes from her tongue she stopped. Let out a little laugh. And started kissing my leg. She had every intention of making me wait or at least linger a bit. She kissed her way slowly very slowly down my left leg, pausing, to suck the hollow behind my knee. She reached my foot. She sat up. She lifted my foot. Started with the little toe and sucked it delicately into her mouth. I shivered. All the hairs on my leg stood up to applaud. It was almost like being tickled, but not quite. I felt the edge of her teeth barely scrape the toe and her tongue swirled and teased. She scraped her top teeth over the toenail.
She took the toes one at a time gently sucking them as if each were a small penis to be milked of its load. Her right hand ever so lightly stroked my ankle and calf her fingers teasing twirling the hairs. Occasionally she would grab a little hair and pull just enough to give me a start, then back to the caress. Her hand would stray down and lightly brush my balls, then under the sack, then back up the leg. She licked between the toes. Sucked the big toe then that long one next to it. Then she kissed her way back up the leg.
I tend to be quiet during sex. Most middle class kids who had lots of sex in college dorms tend to be quiet. Sex was something just a little too naughty to be that public. Every guy on the hall might be humping someone, but the noises were all masked by a little stereo music. You communicate with your partner with looks and touch. You pull a hand where you want it to go. You show approval with a smile or you move with a little more energy, a bit more eagerly, with more urgency as you near climax.
Charlotte made me want to moan. I fought back the urge. She would have to earn a sense of my satisfaction.
Her mouth reached my aching ball sack and sucked in the left nut, then the right with just enough pressure that I thought it would hurt. The girl was all about suggestion and limits. She licked the base of my dick and up the shaft. Then stopped. Her mouth started in on my right leg. She kissed the inside of the thigh. Gentle kisses. Tickling kisses. Kisses with just her lips. Then a wet kiss. Then that long tongue would flick. Her hands took my foot and she squeezed the arch like you might during a good foot massage. She kissed down to my ankle. Then my heel. She kissed the bottom of my foot then moved to the toes. The long tongue licked the length of each toe and tickled the space between them. She took the big toe in her mouth and pumped it in and out. It made the slurping sound of a good wet blow job. She kissed the tops of my toes. Feather kisses. She clenched her teeth on the little hairs on the top of my big toe and pulled. Ouch. I jumped. She grinned.
Her left hand stroked the shaft of my penis. She fondled my balls. She stroked a bit faster. She squeezed the shaft. Then she stroked faster. She gently dropped my foot and moved between my legs. Her mouth wrapped itself around my penis. Her head bobbed up and down and she swallowed my entire member.
And then she stopped. Flopped herself on her back next to me in bed and announced "I'm spent." Punctuated with a laugh and an impish smile.
"You're what?"
