Like most mornings, when I open my eyes, I grab my hard morning wood as I wake up. But unlike most mornings, it was not available. There was a warm wet mouth slowly sliding up and down my cock teasing me with its wet tongue, and there was no way I was going to interrupt this beautiful wake-up call. So, I lay back with my hands folded under my head on the pillow and enjoyed every movement, sucking and licking.
I spread my legs wider and softly moaned as she stroked my cock and moved her mouth down, licking my tightening balls, sucking one in her mouth at a time. Her expert tongue slithered over them as she massaged each ball.
I heard a soft mewing, so I knew she enjoyed her task.
Her fingers played with my ball sack, pulling the loose skin and stretching it as she kissed each ball. Then her tongue battered them, sending little pain shots through me. It didn't hurt; it was stimulating, making my cock harder in her hand as she slowly stroked me.
This was not an amateur at work. No, this was a well-trained and practiced cock lover. It would be an insult to call her anything less. Her skills have been honed over many years of training. She had learned well, and once again, she will gain a Gold Star for her performance this morning.
As I lay there with her beautiful mouth and tongue caressing, sucking, and loving my cock I remembered eleven years ago.
It was a few days before Christmas at her parents' house. We were seniors in high school, and like every year, her parents had a Christmas Party for all the High School Seniors. Her parents started the tradition six years earlier when her oldest brother was a senior. He was the star quarterback for our school, and we had just won the State Football Championship for the third year in a row.
Her dad was Coach Evans, a celebrated high school football coach in Kentucky. No other coach had ever won three championships in a row, ever. It was historic. He was a sports hero. In our small town, he was 'The Man'! He couldn't buy a cup of coffee and was celebrated everywhere he went.
Most of the team members were seniors that year, so he, Mrs. Evans, and Jane invited all the seniors to the party. It has become an annual Christmas Party ever since.
Tilly and I were just freshmen at the time. We had been best friends since the second grade. We had slowly grown closer and closer over the years as our hormones exploded and we became more attracted to each other. We played house and doctor like normal kids. It was all innocent and platonic until we were older. We resisted any more than kissing or touchy-feely on the outside of our clothes, though we both wanted to do more.
Over the years, we knew we were made for each other, and once we were of age after Tilly's eighteenth birthday in November, we started to get more serious, letting all our natural attractions take control. There were years of pent-up sexual tension that clambered to be released. We both admitted that we took care of that privately when we were alone at home, always thinking about the day we could act on our natural desires.
The older we got, the harder it became to keep our hands off each other. The first night, when we were both finally legal, arrived, and we acted on our desires. We talked about the first time many times. After each talk, later at home, my hand raced up and down my cock as I imagined seeing her body, touching her, and making love to Tilly.
Tilly explained it was the same for her. Her hands and fingers went everywhere, teasing and satisfying herself, but it only really stoked the fire between her legs.
The twenty-second of December was a day that neither of us would ever forget. It was the first day of our amazing sexual life together. The day Tilly received her first lesson in sucking my cock, and I received my first lesson in eating her pussy.
We had no experience. We had not even touched each other except through all our clothes. Years ago, we had agreed not to tempt ourselves by touching our skin. So, this was like our wedding night, releasing everything built up inside. The anticipation was incredible. The sexual tension around us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Our friends knew what was happening and were almost as excited as we were for it to happen finally.
Our parents and families could feel it as well. My dad cautioned me, "Paul, Don't Do Anything Stupid, son, please use a condom!"
Tilly's mom dragged her into her room the day after her birthday and asked, "Tilly, do you remember our talk? Well, it's time to remember you are a fertile young woman and can get pregnant. Please be careful. Use protection."
We both thought they were so funny. We had no intention of having real sex. We had agreed to save that for our wedding night. We would play, do heavy petting, and see what happened. They would not know because we wanted everyone to wonder, "Are they doing it, going all the way?"
Ah yes, the mystery was such fun!
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Anyway, that night, we were up in Tilly's room, the door locked with the party rolling downstairs. We stood a foot apart, looking at each other. The sexual tension was palatable. It surrounded us like a cocoon. The pure love between us was clear to everyone, but no more than each of us.
That night, I looked into Matilda Evan's eyes. I saw what I was feeling, and spontaneously, I dropped to one knee and asked, "Matilda Foster Evans, I have loved you since second grade. Will you please agree to marry me one day when we are ready?"
Tilly fell to her knees, gripped the sides of my head, kissed me passionately, looked into my watery eyes, and said, "Oh God, yes, Paul James Franklin, I will marry you today if you want!"
We grabbed each other, hugging and kissing as our passion rose to a crescendo and lust took over. We had already signed the virginity pack, but that didn't stop us from every other sexual activity we had heard about or seen in porn together.
The sexual floodgates opened, and as the music played downstairs, our clothes melted away, and for the first time, we openly examined our naked bodies. It was like exploring a new country. There were many slopes, hills, peaks, crevices, and a small forest on her body with a beautiful sloping plain and two hills on the back. On mine was a tall tree, a flat plain covered with a spreading hairy forest, a hairy slope, and firm hills at the back.
Our hands roamed, followed by our lips and tongues. It was the most erotic adventure either of us had ever experienced. It was magical, more than I had expected. It went on to solidify my love for Tilly and her whole being.
For the next three hours, we made love without penetration, teaching each other about the other's body, our wants, needs, and desires.
We made each other cum over and over. I never knew I could stay hard as long as I did. The first time Tilly touched my cock, I was so close to cumming, I begged her to suck me off. Tilly eagerly took my hard pulsing cock in her mouth. The sensation as she slid my cock deep inside was incredible. I only lasted a minute or two, and then I came hard. Tilly never wavered, taking the huge pent upload of hot creamy cum in her mouth, swallowing every drop.
I thought I would go soft, but no, my youthful stamina showed up, and I was hard for almost the whole night.
Tilly kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, presenting me with cum for the first time. I was a little shocked. But then I tasted my own cum and was not repulsed. The kiss was hard and passionate. We rolled back on the bed, and I slid down her body, loving every inch of her hot skin. I was fascinated by her nice, firm 34D breasts. They were soft and smooth with nice bumpy areolas and long nipples, each hard as a bullet poking out a good half inch.
I stopped there and made love to each of them. Kissing, biting, leaving my mark, then working on her areolas and nipples. I covered each areola with my whole mouth, sucking them, making her small bumps feel like big goosebumps under my tongue. I curled my tongue around her nipples, teasing them before I sucked them. Tilly moaned loudly as she withered under me. I caught her hand slipping down to her pussy and pulled it away, "No, that is mine now, no touching unless I let you."
I pushed her hands over her head and attacked her breast again. Within seconds, Tilly came for the very first time for me. She screamed in passion. Thank God the music was loud downstairs.
I didn't let her rest. I moved down across her tight belly, teasing her pierced navel, playing with the bangle. I was surprised she was pierced. She had not been in the summer. She later told me it was a surprise for that night. There was a second surprise I found a few seconds later.