Archive-name: SpecMome/airstart.txt
Archive-author: NixPixer Feather Bender
Archive-title: Airstart
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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