After their initial shaky start, rife with misunderstandings, Mark and Emil had settled into a sort of rhythm to their sexual interaction. About once a week, they'd get together and perform fellatio on each other. Mark always assumed a rather submissive posture, and serviced Emil first. After his orgasm, Emil would return the favor, going down on Mark. Mark was becoming a lot more honest with himself about his apparent bisexuality. He still enjoyed having sex with women, whenever that was possible. It was less frequently lately, since his long-standing girlfriend had found a new lover. But his encounters with Emil filled some now urgent need, as well.
Many weeks later, Mark met Noortje, a Dutch girl who'd moved to the United States. She'd giggled sweetly when he tried to pronounce her name, and used gentle fingers to try and help him shape his lips correctly around its sounds. To him, she was a blonde goddess, with flashing eyes and a quick smile. They'd met at a party, and his stories and jokes made her laugh. She was intrigued by him, and agreed to go out. He was captivated by her slight, but endearing accent, and was floating on cloud nine, anticipating being with her again.
Their first official date went so well that Noortje asked Mark, "Can we go back to your place now?" He was a little shocked, being asked so directly, but he covered his surprise well. When they got inside his home, Noortje moved into his arms, and kissed him thoroughly. The kiss was followed by another, even better one, as they picked up on each other's cues.
A little breathless, Noortje started unbuttoning Mark's shirt. Still somewhat dazzled by what was happening, Mark tentatively reached for the top button on her blouse. She kissed him again, nodding her acceptance, and the kiss got more passionate the more her buttons came undone. When her blouse was fully opened, Noortje briefly broke off their kisses to shrug her blouse off her shoulders, and reach back to unhook her bra. She whispered hoarsely, "I want you to worship my breasts now." She lifted them with her hands in offering.
He had no problem fulfilling this desire of hers. He worshiped them with his eyes, his hands, his lips and his tongue. Placing his hands where hers had been, he also lifted her luscious globes, letting his eyes convey his joy at being given this privilege. He began kissing them, slowly, reverently, covering every bit of them with his soft, moist lips. Then he started to lick them, taking his time, licking them from their periphery towards the dark pink nipples that crowned them. Such attention made those nipples swell and swell, making them perfect for suckling, which he did. Since he could only suckle one nipple at a time, he rolled and tugged the other nipple lovingly with his fingers.
Before long, Noortje was panting with desire, and her hands made speedy work of undoing his belt, and opening his pants. "Now it's my turn to worship your cock," she murmured as she sank to her knees, dragging his lower clothing to his ankles. He carefully stepped free, and finished removing his shirt, standing naked before her. She looked up at him with a mischievous smile. "I think you'd better sit down. I plan to do this for a while." She took hold of his penis, and used it to lead him to a comfortable chair.
Once he was seated, she undressed completely, and knelt between his spread knees. At first, she rested her warm cheek against one of his thighs and just observed his cock intently. Her eyes seemed to send the message that it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in her entire life. Her look was so focused that Mark was amazed to see his cock begin to leak precum from its slit. The clear drops emerged, pooled, glistened, and then started a lazy flow down across the cock's head, and partway down its shaft. Partway, because Noortje caught the stream with her fingertip, damming it. When it welled up, she flicked her tongue across it, and the liquid disappeared into her mouth.
Mark had barely felt the touch of her finger or her tongue, but he was immensely aroused. As more fluids emerged, she began using her cheek to nuzzle the thin, soft skin encasing his erectile tissues, smearing his precum first onto that cheek, and then transferring it gradually all over the surface of the shaft. She had to tilt and manipulate his cock to have her cheek touch every part of it, and she did so with reverent movements. She also used her cheek to wet his scrotum, a sensation - cheek against ball sack - that he'd never felt before.
Next, she flattened her tongue at the underside of his dick, where its shaft emerged from his ball sack, and licked softly upward. Mark felt like his dick was being held in a warm, wet, slowly moving cradle. Shifting the position of her head, Noortje repeated these movements until every part of the surface of his dick was coated with her saliva. Holding his dick up with her soft hand, she also bathed all his ball sack with her tongue. That was amazing! But when that same tongue slid under the curve of his crotch, pressing right next to his ass hole, and then gave a firm lick from that point to the root of his scrotum, he almost lost control - his cock twitched and wanted to jet a load of semen right up into the air. He just barely managed to forestall that from happening.
Now Noortje worshiped his manhood with her fingers - caressing, rubbing, squeezing, and stroking every bit of it. She hadn't been kidding about wanting to do this for a while. Each time Mark seemed in danger of ejaculating, she sensed it, and altered what she was doing, helping him stay on the edge.
Satisfied with her finger worship, Noortje finally engulfed Mark's cock with her mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with a facile tongue, occasionally blowing cool air over its damped surfaces, or exhaling warm air with an open mouth. She was stimulating nerve endings that surprised him in their locations and responses. He was glowing with a sheen of sweat, since her stimulation was causing him to contract major muscle groups in his arms and legs.
He was buzzed, and so out of it that he didn't notice right away when Noortje stopped her actions. When his mind returned to the reality of his surroundings, he found her smiling at him with a happy, albeit smug, expression. "Oh sorry," he said, blushing. "Your cock worship took me to a whole new plane of existence." She looked very pleased at his compliment. She looked even more pleased when he asked, "May I worship your pussy now?"
"I'd love that, Mark." They changed places. Spreading her thighs wide apart, she said, "Take your time, please. It's all yours."
Mark had fucked many women, and had gone down on them. But he'd never been invited to stare at their pussies like this, or given the opportunity to do his best at worshiping this area of their body. He was glad that Noortje had gone first. By her actions, she'd given him clues as to what to try.
From his position, Mark could feel the heat emanating from Noortje's thighs. He rested a side of his face against that warmth and viewed the pussy displayed before him. Her labia were puffy and glistened slightly from the dampness oozing from her slit. He noticed that their edges had a delicate fringe, which was captivating. He glanced up, making sure that she wasn't getting impatient with him. Her smile and a twinkle in her eyes reassured him that she was enjoying what he was doing.
Her mound was partially covered by a small, well trimmed patch of pubic hair, shaped like an inverted triangle. Mark reached up and gently stroked a fingertip through that soft patch of fur, hearing Noortje emit a happy, throaty purr. As he continued that delicate stroking, he noted that her labia reddened slightly, and more drops of dew appeared along her slit.
