Then one day, the friend request on Facebook came. An old lover contacted me. It had been twenty years since we had seen each other but we had had some fantastic experiences together all those years ago. We were a thousand miles apart but within ten minutes of chatting, we were practically tearing each others clothes off via keyboards. We spent a short time catching up, having phone sex, remembering old times, more phone sex. We made arrangements to meet a few weeks after that first contact and spent an entire weekend exploring each others bodies and minds. It was an extremely erotic, exciting weekend. I think that I told her of my desire that first weekend together. It was difficult to bring up for me because of so many years of trials and disappointments. But she seemed to be receptive. She said that she would do it. But it didn't happen. It was okay. The sex was mind blowing. She did things to me that had never been done to me before and it was good. Hell, it was great. But I still wanted to try it.
She moved to this town. We saw each other as much as possible. We explored each other even more. Toys came out, sex swings used, much pleasure was had. I kept asking for the after sex face sit and it never came. She was afraid of hurting me, afraid of ruining the fantasy, too. I explained that she wouldn't hurt me. That I needed the fantasy ruined because it was already ruining me. I could hardly think of anything else, sexually. I ate her before and during sex all the time. I love the taste and smell of her pussy. I imagined the smell and taste of our combined juices every time. Once she reached down after I had cum inside her and took a finger full of our cum and tasted it. I damn near came again at that. Then she gave me a finger full also. It tasted okay. Not that different from the way she normally tastes. But I was still unable to get down there on my own. There was a time or two when she told me to get down there and taste it, but I was unable to bring myself to do it. Like always.
Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I got her to promise again. Before we started and during I pleaded with her to do it. After I filled her with my cum, I knew it was coming and I dreaded it. I was on top of her and made no move to let her climb up and sit on my face. Then she started to try and roll me off of her. Oh shit, I thought. It's really going to happen. I really didn't want it to happen, again. But I let her get out from under me and rolled onto my back. She quickly moved her pussy up to my face. I couldn't see much as the room was pretty dark but the smell was pretty overwhelming. It was definitely a combination of both of us. As she lowered herself onto my face and I tasted us. I was in heaven. It was finally done! I was eating the creampie that I had just put in there. I knew that some of it had dripped out as she was getting me rolled over and as she crawled up. There wasn't very much left inside her but I got the idea.
She only stayed on my face for a few seconds, it seemed, before she rolled off. My beard was coated with our cum. I think she laughed a little at the sight. The sensation was pretty amazing. I still remember the feeling with pleasure. I was ecstatic. It had finally been done! It wasn't bad! The taste was very mild, not at all what I had expected. I figured the taste of cum must be terrible because so few women want anything to do with it in their mouths. I can't say that it was delicious, but it wasn't bad. I definitely didn't need to run to the bathroom and spit it out. We talked briefly about it. I told her that I was okay with it. She said that she was okay with it. All seemed good in the world. I think I asked her to do it every time from then on and she said that she would. We laughed that she would never have to sleep in the wet spot again. She said that, as she lowered her pussy to my face, she could see the look of fear on my face but went ahead and did it. She knew how much it meant to me. I thanked her for continuing. I thanked her for fulfilling the fantasy.
I might not have thanked her enough. There was only one more time that it happened. She had to move back to where she had come from about a month after the first time. After the second time, I was happy that it had happened. It still didn't last very long. I think that she was doing it just to make me happy. I know that she had done things in her past that did nothing for her in order to please her man. The obsession for the creampie had been satisfied. It no longer haunted most of my waking hours. It became one of those things. Pleasurable but no longer a necessity. But now that she's been gone for a couple of months, it's creeping back. Every time I masturbate, I think of her lowering her cum filled pussy onto my face. It gets me off every time.
