8 comments/ 94574 views/ 13 favorites Shannon Becomes a Woman By: Lanham22 Shannon Heller sat in the English Composition class that usually fascinated her but today could not hold her attention. A 19-year-old sophomore at one of the most prestigious universities on the East Coast, she was having another one of those days when all she could do was ponder her current state, how she got there, and where it would lead her. Considered brilliant by many, that label had been a gateway for her in so many ways, and a yoke around her neck in so many others. An only child, Shannon had grown up in a home where academics were stressed above all else. Her parents were both engineers in industry and her high school years had been spent devoted to academics. Though she could master any class, her strengths and true love were in the arts. Her writing skills were far beyond any of her peers and she was drawn as well to drama and music, excelling at anything she attempted. She also became practiced in the art of yoga, daily stretching her body while trying to master the meditative aspect of the discipline as well. She grew up in a quiet, unstimulating home and found refuge in anything creative. While her parents' incomes afforded them a luxurious lifestyle, they rarely went out or vacationed, preferring instead to stay at home nurturing their daughter's studies and academic pursuits. Religious, with very high standards and morals, they raised their daughter with strict rules and restraints. Television and movies were rarely viewed because of the profanity and sexual content most contained. Her clothing was simple and meant to hide her shape. Abstinence was the rule of the house for her as she was relentlessly told that she must "save herself" for marriage. Consequently, she moved through her high school years with little social life beyond the extra-curricular activities in which she participated. Musical performances, theater productions, and school clubs were the norm of her sheltered life. She made her way through the halls in no makeup, baggy jeans, t-shirts, and loose sweatshirts, none of which made her appealing to any of the boys in school. She rarely dated, and if she was asked out, it was usually by some boy who was not near her equal in intelligence or maturity. And that is how she found herself, at 19 years old, still a virgin. Not only was she still a virgin, but she had not ever been close to having the opportunity to lose that status. She had never seen or touched a male organ. Some of the boys she had dated had attempted moves on her, but she rebuffed them, terrified of her parents and shackled by their standards. But they couldn't stop her from dreaming and fantasizing. They would never know the thoughts that began to capture her not long after she began developing into the woman she had now become. For beneath the unflattering clothes which she made her trademark was a luscious, beautiful body that the sad, little boys in high school could not recognize. If you weren't a cheerleader moving in the popular circles of the school, dressed in the most current revealing fashions of the day, few boys would give you any attention. In the privacy of her room, tucked away in the cavernous mansion in which her family lived, she would transform herself into the sexy, passionate woman that she yearned to be. Sure that she was alone in the house, with no chance of discovery, Shannon would remove the boring clothes of the school day and begin to prepare herself for her dream lover. Makeup that would accentuate her eyes, lips, and complexion. Her long brown hair brushed until it shined with luster. From the depths of her chest of drawers, lingerie she had secretly purchased. And there, before her mirror, she would transform herself into a woman that any man would desire to have, but none had ever seen. She would take in the vision of her loveliness. A perfectly proportioned body with long legs, narrow waist, a tight butt, and full breasts. She would move her hands to her thighs and begin to caress the soft skin between her legs. Her fingertips lightly stroking her skin, moving from her thighs and across her belly until they found her breasts, full and firm. She toyed with her nipples through the material of the sexy black lace bra she wore. They became erect and tried in vain to poke their way through the material. She felt the burning begin in her genitals as her wetness began to flow. The ache that gripped her as she touched herself was familiar now but she could never take herself over the edge of release. Her panties would become soaked in her fluids, but she couldn't bring herself to touch herself there to see where that would lead. That would be saved for the man to whom she would finally surrender her virginity. For now, she was content to continue this game of dress-up while knowing what she had to offer the man who would take her for the first time. She smiled at herself in the mirror. What a charade she maintained to those who knew her. Only she knew the true needs that she had. And, at times, those needs perplexed her, too. Shannon could never place when or understand why she had developed a fascination with older men. Perhaps it was because of the way boys her age repulsed her with their immaturity and focus on the physical. Or perhaps it was the attraction to the older teachers in high school and at the university and the knowledge and wisdom that they possessed. Regardless, it was always a man of years that she would dream of when she turned herself into the gorgeous starlet she became before her mirror in those many private moments over these past years. As class ended, Shannon began to make her way across campus to the cozy apartment that her parents provided for her. This living arrangement had given her some measure of freedom for the first time in her life. After so many years under her parents' power, she was only now beginning to ponder possibilities that had been forbidden to her while at home. As usual, the first thing she did was sign on to her computer. One thing she was able to do now that she was away from home was cruise the internet to find pornographic sites where she would watch acts that she had only dreamed of. Finally she had been able to see a man's penis and watch these men as they participated with beautiful models in every sexual act imaginable. Ever the student, she studied for hours the techniques of oral sex and every possible type of intercourse. She witnessed couples making slow, beautiful love as well as scenes of rape and torture. She saw women take semen into their mouths and swallow while others had their faces bathed in ejaculate by groups of men. She watched women take male organs into their anus, swallowing the whole organ into an orifice that she had never considered part of sex. This had become her education in all things sexual. And through this process, Shannon learned what excited her and what didn't. She was able to envision how it would be when the opportunity finally presented itself for her to be a participant in pleasure. Many times she had gone over and over the script in her head. The only thing left for her was the opportunity itself. And so it went. Study, attend performances at the theater, lose herself through meditation and yoga. Through her freshman year and now, into her sophomore year she waited. No young college boy for her. It would have to be a man. And it was finally in December that the moment she had been waiting for arrived. It was a Friday, a crisp fall day, as she made her way through the campus toward the student center for lunch. She made her way through the doors and into the main lobby, heading for the stairs that would lead her to the cafeteria. Suddenly, from behind her, a voice called. "Shannon... Shannon Heller!" The voice sounded familiar but it couldn't have been who she thought it was. Not this far from home. She turned slowly to see if it was in fact who she thought it was. Her heart threatened to jump from her chest when she saw John Sewell. Mr. Sewell had been her drama instructor in high school and was one of the most handsome men she had ever known. So many times he had been the object of her dreams and fantasies. And now, here he was, just steps away from her in the student union. How could this be? "Shannon, so good to see you," Mr. Sewell said. "I can't believe I actually ran into you here." Control yourself, Shannon, she thought. Maintain your composure even though the man of your dreams is here before you. "Mr.Sewell! You are one of the last people I'd ever expect to see here. What brings you to campus?" she asked. "I'm here for a drama conference. I'd forgotten that this was the school you had chosen to attend," he replied. "How are things going for you here?" "I love it here," she said. "Listen, I'm on my way to lunch. Why don't you join me?" Mr. Sewell agreed and the two of them made their way into the cafeteria where they sat and talked over sandwiches and coffee. They made small talk as he gave her an update on what was happening back at her high school and she filled him in on her college experience to date. Shannon found it difficult to concentrate on the conversation as she studied him. So handsome he was. She pegged him for early to mid-forties. Dressed in dark slacks, turtleneck, and tweed jacket. The same trim body she had dreamed of back home. Long hair, neatly trimmed, with attractive streaks of gray. But mostly, it was his manner, his demeanor that she found appealing. Soft-spoken, but in charge of his world. Sitting there, she made her decision. The time had come. Circumstances had brought this man to her and she couldn't allow the opportunity to pass. If she had any power to make her dream come true, this was the man that would take her for the first time. As lunch came to an end, Sewell told her he had to return to his conference. With all the courage she could muster, she wondered aloud what he was doing later and if they might get together for dinner at her place. He eyed her curiously. Slowly, he took her in from head to toe. Same Shannon, he thought. Plain face, simply dressed, as asexual a girl as he had ever known in school. Certainly, this dinner invitation could be nothing more. But still, what else did he have to do this evening? She gave him directions to her apartment and they agreed upon a time for him to arrive. As he left the cafeteria, she watched him now with a different attitude. You will be my first, she thought, and you have no idea what awaits you this evening. After finishing her afternoon classes, Shannon returned to her apartment to prepare dinner and plan the seduction of John Sewell. There was little to consider as she had planned for this for years. She bathed in scented soap and oils. Her brown hair dried out long, wavy, and soft. She neatly trimmed the pubic hair around her genitals until they left a soft, furry patch at the base of her belly but allowed a smooth, hairless zone around her genitals. Carefully, she applied the makeup that for so many years she had only donned for herself in the privacy of her room. Her beautiful brown eyes sparkled and her lips were full. She selected her sexiest lingerie from the drawer, a rose-colored lace bra and panties. The bra perfectly fit her breasts and left her with cleavage that a man could not resist. The panties hugged her hips and ass as if they were painted on. Finally, she chose a low-cut satin blouse and short leather skirt that perfectly outlined the body no man had ever seen. She was not nervous at all. This was the evening she had awaited for so long and she was confident in how it would proceed. John Sewell was her knight, the man who would finally carry her across the threshold of womanhood. A knock at the door. She opened it to see him standing there and took pleasure in the look on his face as he saw Shannon Heller looking as beautiful and enticing as any woman he had ever seen. His jaw dropped as he gazed at her, stunned by her beauty. He could not help himself as his eyes took her in. A face to die for. Large breasts pushing at the material of the soft blouse. Soft, smooth legs that emerged from the short skirt that clung tightly to firm thighs and tight ass. Both pretended to not take notice of the transformation as she invited him into her apartment. They shared glasses of wine as he told her of the day's events at the conference and she reviewed her classes. He was doing his best to maintain his composure but all he could think of was how beautiful this young lady was and how badly he wanted her. How could he have never noticed her potential before? Dinner lingered on and on as they sipped more wine and she served him courses of salad and the pasta dish she had prepared. John behaved as a gentleman, doing his best to maintain his professionalism but losing the battle as time passed. Finally, with dinner over and the dishes cleared away, it was time to make her move. She approached him from behind as he sat in his chair at the dinette table. Her hands touched his shoulders and moved down his chest. His body felt so firm to her touch. He responded immediately by standing and turning to face her. Their eyes met. No words needed to be spoken. Both knew what lay ahead. His arms encircled her and he pulled her to him. Their lips met and immediately parted as their tongues sought each other. She began to tremble in his arms as she experienced for the first time a kiss by a real man. Her legs began to weaken but he held her tight to his body. He felt her melt against him as their tongues played and the kiss went on for minutes as they swayed together as one. "Come with me, John," she said, using his first name for the first time in their relationship. She led him by the hand to her bedroom where the bed awaited them, already turned down. Candles provided the light. Soft music played. They came to stand before her mirror, the same mirror in front of which she had dressed up for this occasion so many times. He moved behind her and pulled her body close. She watched in the mirror as his hands moved over her body. She pressed back against him, her hips undulating while her buttocks ground against his belly and hips. Slowly, he began to remove her clothing. His fingers undid each button of her blouse as his lips brushed against her hair and neck. His work done, he pulled back the blouse to reveal her breasts, bound by the lace bra. His hands moved to them, cupping them softly before beginning to squeeze them with a tenderness she had only dreamed of until this moment. Her nipples responded to his touch, hardening against his palms through the material. He took each nipple between his thumb and finger and played with them, rubbing his thumb along the length and over the tips. He pulled the blouse from her shoulders and arms and dropped it to the floor. His lips found her skin and began to bestow soft kisses over her shoulders and back. She could feel the familiar burning now as it began between her legs and moved over her lower body. She helped him undo her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Kicking off her shoes, she stood now clad only in bra and panties. Again she watched in the mirror as his lips and hands moved over her. She wanted to savor every moment as this man took her. His hands left her for a moment as he quickly removed his clothes until he was naked behind her. She felt his body now as he pulled her back to him again. He pulled the bra straps from her shoulders and slid his lips along the soft skin to her neck. She felt him unclasp the bra and free her breasts. The bra dropped to the floor and his fingertips now moved over the large, firm mounds, toying now and then with her nipples before resuming their massaging and squeezing. "God, you are so beautiful," he whispered as he reached down and lowered her panties to the floor. She was now entirely naked but felt no shame or embarrassment. Her dream was unfolding exactly as she had envisioned. Romance filled the room as both Shannon and John continued down their road of passion. It was at this moment that she had to tell him. Her eyes met his in the mirror. "John, my beautiful man, you will be my first. I am a virgin. Teach me, John. Teach me how to make love. I want to give you all the pleasure I have been saving for years." She saw his head raise from her shoulder and he smiled. "Shannon, you are so beautiful. I never thought of you as anything more than my drama student until you opened that door tonight. I have wanted you ever since. I will teach you, and you will be my student again," he said softly to her. She turned to him and they embraced and kissed again. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her hips to his. Pleasure flowed through her as her hard nipples grazed his chest hair. Finally, she pulled from him and looked down to gaze, for the first time, at a man's penis. His hung from his belly, resting against his thigh, and it appeared to her to be huge. Thick, circumcised, with veins bulging at various points along the shaft and a crown that was magnificent. It was, to her, a powerful, ultimate symbol of manhood. He stood watching her as her hand reached for it. Her fingers encircled it at the base and, even in its soft condition, could only contain half of its length. It pleased her that her man was so well-endowed. She took in every detail of this male organ that would eventually be inside her, the first for her. Slowly her fingers moved up the shaft. She felt it begin to harden in her grasp as slowly, she stroked it. She held the head in her palm and moved her thumb over the soft, velvety skin. It continued to grow by the second as she rubbed the head and firm ridge that surrounded it. She could not take her eyes off of it as it grew ever larger. She moved her other hand to hold it now with both. And still they could not contain its entirety. She wanted to master every detail of this enormous machine. He began to quietly moan with pleasure as she stroked him. She pulled the skin of the shaft toward the base as tightly as she could and saw it extend to its fullness. The head swelled and pulsed. Please, God, don't let this evening ever end, she prayed. John pulled from her and urged her toward the bed. He laid her gently on the mattress, her head on the pillow, and moved beside her. Laying his full length upon hers, he kissed her once again as his hands roamed her body. This kiss was more urgent and she could not sink her tongue deep enough into his mouth. Her heart pounded with excitement as his hands found her breasts, played with her nipples, then moved down her belly, and caressed her thighs. Her legs spread wide and she strained her hips toward his hand, praying he would find the wetness pouring from between her legs, praying that this would be the moment that she would be touched there by a man for the first time. But he avoided it, allowing his fingertips only to graze her opening as they passed from thigh to thigh. His lips left hers and began a slow journey down her body. She lowered her eyes to watch him as his lips left a wet trail along her chest before arriving at her breasts. His hand lifted one to his mouth and he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned with desire and placed her hand on his head, holding him tenderly as he suckled her. He sucked the nipple deep inside, locking his lips against the aureole, while he licked its tip with his tongue, bathing it, soaking it with his saliva. Shock waves of pleasure shot from her nipple to her wet genitals but still he ignored that center of desire between her legs. He moved his mouth to her other breast and gave it the same tender treatment. Her nipples shined in the candlelight with his wetness. Finally, he began to move lower, over her firm belly until he arrived at the V formed by her legs. She could not take her eyes off of him. "Now, please, John, now... don't make me wait any longer,' she begged in a voice she did not recognize. And at last her wait was over as he moved to settle between her legs. Shannon Becomes a Woman He reached for a pillow and placed it under her hips, raising them for him to feast upon. She took in this vision of him, kneeling before her between her legs, ready to give her the pleasure she had desired for so many years. She pulled her knees to her chest, spreading and exposing herself totally to him. After one long gaze into her eyes and a smile that reassured her, John lowered his head between Shannon's legs and she watched as his mouth covered her opening. "Oh, God, yes, yes," she moaned as tears filled her eyes and her skin seemed to explode between her legs. He sucked softly, taking her into his mouth, tasting her virginal fluids as they flowed over his lips. He released her and began to softly kiss around her opening, nibbling at the lips that guarded it. He was driving her crazy, as she knew an even greater pleasure awaited her. He formed his tongue into a hard little post and probed her opening. She felt it as it pried open her wet lips and began to enter her. Ever so slowly, his tongue entered her virgin hole, lapping at the soft walls as it probed deeper. When it was as deep as he could get it, he moved it inside her and she felt herself begin to climb the heights of pleasure. He began to move his tongue in and out of her, slowly withdrawing it until just its tip remained, and then sliding it back into her. His mouth formed a perfect circle around her opening as the tongue moved into her at a faster and faster pace. She began to tremble. This man, her man, was so good at what he was doing. She did not know how long she would be able to hold back as she felt herself reaching a peak she had never experienced before. Suddenly, his focused changed. His lips moved to her clit and sucked it into his mouth where the tip of his tongue bathed it. Flicking at it with just the right pressure, she lost control as her head fell back, eyes squeezed tight, and with a rush she exploded for the first time in orgasm. Her body began to convulse as, unable to restrain herself any longer, waves of pleasure emanated from her loins and washed over her body as he continued his sucking and licking on the sensitive little knob. Never would Shannon forget her first arrival at the height of sexual pleasure. The moment became etched in her soul as she gave herself to the physical surrender she was experiencing. I don't want this to end, she prayed, and I want more, as much as I can have. His hands gripped her hips as he worked on her. Her hands found his head and pressed it to her opening. She screamed with pleasure as her release continually took her over the edge of ecstasy. Her hips bucked at him as she came and came on his mouth. Her juices flowed like a stream over his lips, into his mouth, and onto his face. John slowed his tongue and gradually released his lips from her clit. His mouth and chin were coated in her flow. She pulled his face to hers and plunged her tongue into his mouth. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and enjoyed the sensation. She whispered to him her gratitude for this, her first orgasm. And now, it was her turn to return the same pleasure for him. She rolled him off of her and onto his back. "I want to taste you," she said with a hunger in her voice yet not believing she had used those words. So long she had waited for this. How many hours she had spent studying the porn sites, internalizing what she knew would work best for her and her man. As he had done for her, she slid the pillow under his hips, raising him and creating an altar at which she would worship. His words for her were kind and encouraging as she prepared to make love to his hard manhood. Use your intuition, do what feels natural and learn from the reactions you get as you work, he instructed her. But, by now, she needed little instruction. She had prepared for this and was going to make every moment of her dreams come true. She knelt beside him and moved her face to his organ. She inhaled the musky smell of him as she moved her fingers over his thighs and belly. Her nails raked through the pubic hair that thickly covered him. So big, so strong and powerful it is, she thought. But she never doubted that she could satisfy her man in spite of the fact that this would be her first time giving oral sex. His erect penis lay against his belly, rising slightly due to its erect state. She grasped it from beneath, her fingers not even able to touch her thumb due to its thickness, and lowered her lips. For the first time, Shannon felt a penis against her mouth. It was hot and hard, yet the skin so soft. She began to kiss it, touching it softly with her lips as they moved along the shaft. She drooled saliva onto the shaft and spread it with her tongue, leaving a wet coating as she moved. Her hand slowly began to stroke him as she continued to move her lips over him. John began to moan. He still could not believe that this girl had chosen him to be her first. And he was amazed at the skill that she was already demonstrating. He watched as she moved along his shaft, teasing him, and he ached for her to take him into her mouth. His penis was now soaked from her drool and it dripped to his belly. Her other hand moved to the sac that contained his testicles. She cupped them in her palm and slowly played with them as her lips moved along his shaft. His hips began to respond, rising from the pillow in anticipation. John could not take his eyes off this young woman, reveling in the knowledge that she was doing everything with him for the first time. That turned him on even more. He would take in every second of this and hold it in his memory for a lifetime. He ached for her to swallow him and could barely wait any longer. "Baby, please, suck me, suck my cock," he begged. The use of the word shocked her but added to the moment as suddenly things became naughtier. I'll suck you, she thought. I'll suck your cock as you have never been sucked before. She raised the engorged shaft until it stood perpendicular from his belly. It was full and thick, throbbing with blood, veins bulging here and there, and her hand could hardly contain it. Her eyes scanned it from its base to its head. God, it was beautiful. She moved her tongue to the head and began to lick it, running it over the soft skin and around the hard ridge at its base. The tip of her tongue found the opening and flicked at it before trying to pry it open. Sewell thrust his hips at her mouth. "Please, Shannon," he begged, "don't make me wait any longer, my love. Suck me, God, please, suck me." She loved to hear him beg her. She wanted him to ache for her as badly as she ached for him. But neither could she wait any longer, as lust was overtaking her. Her mouth opened and she lowered her head. Her lips found the enormous head of his cock and locked on it before slowly beginning to descend. John watched as inch by agonizing inch of his swollen organ began to enter her mouth. The wetness surrounded the head and his lower body melted in a pleasure it had never felt before. Shannon Heller felt her juices begin to flow from her opening as she took cock into her mouth for the first time. Her nipples were hard and ached to be touched. Yes, Shannon, cock. Your beautiful man's cock. It was hot and rock-hard and stretched her lips as it rapidly began to fill her mouth. She felt it slide along her tongue as it made its way toward her throat. When she felt it hit her throat, she resisted the urge to gag and just held it there, slowly moving her tongue along the underside of the shaft. Looking down as she worked, she realized that she had not even taken half of his length into her mouth before she had to stop. But at this point she could take no more and would have to do her best using her mouth and hands to please her man. Slowly, she began to raise and lower her head as she had seen the models do on the internet. In an instant, she could sense him react and begin to move his hips in unison with her, raising his cock to meet her mouth each time she lowered it onto his shaft. Saliva gathered in her mouth as she moved and she allowed her lips to open for a moment to let it run over the head and down the shaft. She used this as lubrication for her hand as it pumped the shaft while her lips worked their magic. She sunk his cock into her mouth as deep as she could while her hand moved along the slick skin. She turned her head to look at him and saw his face display the pleasure she was seeking for him. She released him and moved his cockhead across her lips, chin, and cheeks. "Does it feel good, John?" she purred. And without even thinking, she added, "Do you like how Shannon sucks your cock? Do you want more?" Sewell looked her in the eye and responded, "You are great, Shannon. You are driving me crazy, baby. Don't stop. Please, more. Suck it, Shannon. Make me cum, baby." Yes, she knew that moment was nearing. She had seen it so many times on video. Men spewing their seed onto the faces and into the mouths of the women they were with. How she had longed to be them. And now she would have that opportunity. She smiled and returned her mouth to his cock. In one movement, she took it into her mouth and sunk it as deep as she could while pulling his shaft tight at the base. Her head began to move faster, bobbing up and down on him while he joined with her in the dance of oral love. One hand found his balls and began to caress them while her other hand pumped him. Her lips sucked tight on him while they took as much of his cock as they could into her mouth. Sewell's heart pumped furiously. He loved watching her suck on him. What a vision, as her mouth was opened as wide as possible while her wet lips slid up and down his erect machine. He sympathized with her as she could not even take half of his length into her mouth. Perhaps he could teach her later how to take a man into her throat. For now, he tried to force as much as he could into her each time she came down on him, but she just could not take it. For Shannon, the wonder of this first encounter with a man's penis was now being replaced with desire. Desire to bring her man to the point of release, just as he had done for her. The candlelight danced on the walls of the room, the music heightened her senses even more. Come for me, my beautiful man, come for me. Her lips worked furiously now on him. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as his cock became soaked from her mouth. With each thrust of his hips, his cockhead hit her throat. Her hands worked along his thick shaft in perfect harmony with her mouth. She felt him swell to an even greater thickness. Her lips stretched taut around him, and she was not sure she could take any more of his girth. John Sewell felt his orgasm begin from the depths of his groin. He felt his seed racing to the tip of his cock. He could hold back no more. "Baby, I'm coming... I'm coming", he gasped. He had no idea how she would handle him at this point but wanted to let her know that soon he would be exploding onto her. Shannon needed no warning and eagerly awaited the moment. Determined to stay with him, she forced her head down as far as possible onto his cock, grunting each time the head hit the back of her mouth. And, in a moment of bliss for both of them, his cock erupted. Semen began to shoot from his opening in a volume he had never experienced. The first load hit the top of Shannon's mouth and, for a moment, she had to stop time to savor this erotic event. The salty taste excited her. I caused this, she thought. I made this beautiful man orgasm. There was no way she was going to withdraw and not finish the journey with him. White, creamy, cum began to fill her mouth as his cock spasmed. Her fingers could feel the contractions of his organ and she could feel the hot semen spray onto her tongue and over her cheeks and teeth. The inside of her mouth became coated with him. She loosened her lips and let the hot fluid run over her chin to his cockhead and down his shaft before locking them once again under the head and sucking as hard as she could. Her hand pumped him and with each movement, more cum shot into her mouth. She languished in the power she had over him as she made every attempt to milk him dry. Through the pleasure of the moment, John watched Shannon as she struggled with the large load of cum he was giving her. He saw it overflow over her lips and down his cock. God, how erotic it was to see her lips and chin turn white with his cum. But only a moment later, her lips were working on him again while her hands coaxed every drop from his cock that he could muster. Shannon's mouth began to fill again. Now accustomed to the delicious taste of his cum, she fixed her eyes on his and swallowed while he watched her. His eyes widened in amazement as, with a grin, she felt the thick cum run down her throat. She pulled her lips from his cock and let the remainder of his load wash over her face as she moved the head of his cock over her cheeks and lips. The hot liquid spurted onto her and began to slowly ooze down toward her jaw and chin. Soon, long strings of it began to slowly drip onto his cock and belly. She squeezed the shaft tight from its base and slowly pushed upward. The last remnants of cum seeped from his opening. She moved her tongue to his cockhead and began to lap at the now clearer fluid appearing at the tip. God he tasted good. She could not get enough and wanted to fill her belly with his cum. John looked across his chest to consider the scene before him. He saw Shannon staring at his cock as she slowly stroked it, forcing every last drop from him. The whole picture was painted in cum. Her face was covered as were her fingers and his cock. Her tongue licked the drops of hot fluid from the head of his cock and then moved to her fingers, sucking the thick pools that had gathered there into her mouth. She used the shaft and head as a tool, rubbing it over her face to gather cum onto his cock before using her tongue and lips to take it into her mouth and swallow. Never had he seen a woman do this before. He could not believe how cum-hungry this girl was. Shannon continued to gather every drop she could as she felt his cock gradually begin to soften. After cleaning her fingers she moved to his belly, using her tongue to lick what had been lost there. She then moved to his balls, shaft and cockhead and with long, tender strokes, licked John's magnificent tool until it glistened in the candlelight with her saliva. She relaxed and laid her head on him and nibbled on his soft crown as the last few beads of semen escaped in tiny drops from his opening. His hand caressed her head as she lay there. She felt a glow inside her that she never had before. I am on my way to being a woman now, she thought. I have been given physical pleasure from a man and returned it to him. The two lovers talked quietly about her emergence from the lonely, quiet life she had led up until this night. John's words showed caring and understanding for her. She took his soft penis back into her mouth and rolled her tongue over the soft skin. Even in its flaccid state it filled her entirely, but she could not take it all and this was disappointing to her. She expressed this to John and he smiled, reinforcing how wonderful she had done her first time and how he had reached peaks of pleasure he had never experienced before. "You are a beautiful woman, Shannon. And you have a sexual desire I have never witnessed before. I can teach you anything you want, even how to take more of me in your mouth if you wish. But, I think our next step is for you to become a true woman as we have intercourse. I want to fuck you so badly. I've got to be inside you, baby." Again, the use of a coarse word like fuck was a momentary shock to her. But that's what it is, get over it, she told herself. We are going to fuck. I'm going to fuck my man and he's going to fuck me. I'm going to take his cock inside me. She smiled at the comfort with which she now thought these words. She arose and walked to the kitchen to get them a couple glasses of wine. When she returned, she found him as she left him. This handsome, virile man, laying in her bed. I can never let him go, she thought. I need him to stay with me forever though she knew that was not possible. Time passed for them, though there was no time. Only a growing affection in a place where nothing else mattered. They sipped on wine and talked as she sat on the bed taking in his face and body. When the glasses were empty and set on the night table, both knew her time had come. She would be a virgin no more. Her hand reached for his manhood and slowly began to stroke it. Instantly, it began to grow to its enormous state of erection. Slowly, her fingertips moved up and down the hard shaft from its base to the tip where her thumb moved over the opening and along the ridge. He moved his hand between her legs and, cupping her genitals, began to massage her until her wetness once again began to flow from her. His middle finger moved along her opening and put pressure on her clit. The tip of his finger opened the soft lips and teased without entering her before resuming its journey around her opening. Her heart began to pound. "I can wait no longer," she told him. "I need you to be in me now," she begged. Before John could react, she stood on the bed and straddled his hips with her feet. This was how she had planned it and this was how it would happen. Of all the positions she had seen on the internet, she believed that this was the best for her deflowering. With her man beneath her as she took him into her love nest. With the balls of her feet planted firmly on the bed, slowly she spread her legs and began to squat, thus lowering her hips toward his belly. John took his hard cock in his hand and raised it until it pointed like an arrow toward her opening. He could see the flaps that guarded her cavity part as she descended. They were coated in her love juices. Finally, she watched as the tip of his cock touched her dripping hot entrance where it was soon coated with her fluids. The first sensation of hard cock entering her caused Shannon to momentarily stop and bask in the pleasure of the moment. She thought this huge instrument was hot in her mouth, but nothing had prepared her for the heat she felt from his cockhead as it touched her slit. As she held her position, John slowly moved the tip of his cock around her opening, sliding over her lips and clit. Oh, God, she thought. I never dreamed it would feel this good. As he teased and tickled her opening, the heat began to build in her genitals and spread throughout her abdomen. Each time his cock moved over her clit, spreading her hot juices there, it sent waves of pleasure through her entire being. John saw Shannon's reaction to his movements and quickened the pace. His swollen head moved rapidly over her wet clit. Her breathing grew labored and he sensed she would peak before even taking his cock inside her. Let it start that way for her, he concluded. Shannon's hips were suspended over him and her legs began to quiver as she neared her orgasm. She had to lean forward and place her hands on his chest for support but her hips never moved as the swollen head of his cock moved over her clit again and again. Her full, round breasts swayed freely from her chest. She felt the rush of pleasure come over her and cried out as she came for the second time in her life, this time even more intense than the first. Fluids poured out of her and onto his cock as she exploded but John maintained the pace as he carried her through her moment of ecstasy. As she began to slowly come down from her orgasm, John raised his hips upward to nudge his cock into her opening. Shannon was breathing hard and still cumming as she felt the penetration begin. She gazed down to see the head burrow itself between her lips. An altogether new sensation took over as hard cock began to fill her. Shannon Becomes a Woman Instinct made her hips lower further in order to join with the tower of cock that was beginning to enter her. She gasped as the huge head made its way past her opening and began to pry her apart, forcing its way deeper into her. John watched as her pussy lips slid down over his cockhead until they enveloped it and swallowed the firm, sensitive ridge that surrounded the head. She paused for a moment there to savor the vision of this enormous machine entering such a tiny opening. He had never had such a view of penetration, but she was spread so wide and her genitals were totally exposed for his assault. He coaxed her through the technique of raising her hips, the gathering of her lubrication onto his cock, and then trying for even deeper entry. She soon mastered it, raising her hips until just the tip remained inside her before slowly plunging even lower onto the massive pole that she was trying to allow into her body. Because of his size, she had to go slowly. But, gradually, his cock began to sink deeper and deeper into her as it became coated with her wetness. To provide her with more pleasure through the obvious pain she was suffering, John slid his hand up his shaft until the tip of his thumb found her clit. Her sensitive love-knob was swollen and throbbing and he began to slowly rub and massage it. The moment he did this, Shannon began to moan with desire as her senses were attacked from both the interior and exterior of her genitals. His cock began to stretch the tight walls of her vagina as inch by inch it slid into her. His thumb began to take her toward another peak as she worked to take as much of her man inside her as she could. But suddenly it hit her virgin barrier and would go no further. Intense pain mixed with pleasure but she had been prepared for this for so long and was as determined as ever. She clenched her eyes shut and rotated her hips around the few inches that she had already taken, loosening the soft tissue inside her even more and causing her love juices to run down his cock. He spread them over her clit and worked his thumb over it at an increased pace. Shannon was ready now in more ways than one. As she screamed with carnal desire at this next orgasm, she forced her hips downward with determination and John Sewell's cock broke through her hymen with a burst of power. Her vagina surrendered to him at that point, throbbing and pulsing with pleasure while stretching to allow another few inches of his cock into her. She sat in a crouch on him, impaled on his thick, hard manhood, and sobbed with happiness. No dream she had ever had of this moment had contained the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure that she was feeling right now. Shannon Heller was a woman now. She had a wonderful man's cock inside her and was making love with him. No, she was fucking him and loved it. Tears filled her eyes. So long she had waited for this time, her time. All the years alone, pretending before her mirror, studying the porn sites, and scripting this event had finally brought her to this moment of fulfillment. And she still was not done. John watched Shannon shed her tears of joy and shared the moment with her, honored to be the first man to journey inside her. He marveled at her strength, not knowing that years of yoga had prepared her body and soul for this task. His hands reached under her thighs to help support her. Slowly he began to raise and lower her on his cock. Very slight traces of blood appeared on his shaft as her vagina released and then swallowed his cock. But that mattered not. It felt so good inside her. She was so tight, so hot, so wet. He wanted to make this last as long as he could. Shannon opened her eyes and looked at John as her breathing slowed to a more normal rate. "We're not done, baby," she whispered. "I've got to get all of you inside me. And then, we will make love for an eternity." His cock felt like a burning steel rod intruding into her belly as she joined the motion he had begun with his hands. Slowly rising up to his cockhead before plunging down toward its base. Rising and falling. In and out. The two of them working together as one. With each downward thrust, a little more of him penetrated her. She could feel every detail of his cock inside her. The huge, swollen head. The veins that bulged along the shaft. His entire length was soaked in her fluids now and she was able to move with greater ease as she took this enormous fucking machine deeper and deeper into her dripping cavity. Pain soon faded and was replaced with a totality of sexual bliss. She closed her eyes and focused all of her meditative skills on her genitals. Her breathing slowed as she willed herself to relax and allow him to enter completely. The walls of her womanhood responded as slowly her hips sank the final few inches until she came to rest at the root of his cock. "Yes, baby," John encouraged her. "You've taken it, every inch of it. What a woman you are. Now, use it, baby. Use it for your pleasure. It's yours. All yours." Shannon gazed down to witness the moment. Her feet on the bed, knees splayed to the side, she sat totally impaled on his massive male organ. Her vagina accustomed itself to his size as she pressed herself against him and began to move her hips in small, slow circles around his root. Her clit found his pubic bone and she rubbed against it to heighten the pleasure. John grasped her by her hips, raised his own off the bed, and joined in the dance of love. Having already been drained once by her this evening, he knew he could last as long as she needed. This was for her, he thought. This girl now becoming a woman forever. She was glued to him now. Her clit rubbed frantically against him while his cock thickened and throbbed, stretching her pussy lips and insides beyond what she thought possible. She began to feel the heat spread from her genitals through her belly and thighs as she moved on him. What started as a slow grinding motion increased its pace to a frenetic, artistic ballet as he held her and met her movements in perfect unity. Her nipples ached to be touched and she moved her hands to them, roughly rubbing her palms over their sensitive ends to increase her pleasure. Her body responded as the pleasure flowed along the channels of joy that ran from breast to pussy and back again. She entered another world of excitement and his cock was her vehicle. She began to loudly pant and groan in a language of passion she had never used before as she felt her vagina begin to spasm and she climbed the mountain of orgasm yet another time. One peak led to another and another and still another as orgasm after orgasm raged through her genitals to the rest of her body. John felt the tight muscles of her pussy contract and milk his hard cock and marveled at the woman's capabilities. Not only had she been able to take the length of his cock, but now she turns out to be multi-orgasmic, he thought to himself. Nothing surprised him any more about Shannon Heller and her journey into womanhood. One final flood of pleasure gushed through her body and Shannon collapsed onto John's chest, finally adjusting herself from her feet to her knees. For a time, she had no strength to move as she lay there totally sated, her vagina twitching and her wetness flowing around his cock as she descended the mountain she had just climbed. His arms encircled her, lightly stroking her back and holding her as close to him as he could while she recovered. She lifted her head and moved her lips to his and sunk her tongue deep into his mouth where it met his own wet meat. She needed to kiss him. She needed to transmit to him as much as she could how strongly she felt for him and how appreciative she was that he was who he was. "My man, my beautiful man, thank you, oh God, thank you," she whispered in his ear as they ended the kiss. Her hands cradled his head as she lavished kisses over him. She could still feel his hard erection deep inside her, hot and throbbing. "Shannon, my lovely young girl, it is I who should thank you. Thank you for choosing me to be your first. You are quite remarkable, do you know that?" he whispered back. "I am what you have allowed me to be, my John," she said. "No other man could have given me what you have this evening." Suddenly she realized something. "John, you didn't, um, "make it", did you?" she asked. She couldn't yet bring herself to use any cruder term for his orgasm. John smiled. "This evening has been for you, baby," he said. "My pleasure has come from witnessing you become a woman tonight." Not good enough. Not for her man. She wanted him to make it with her. She wanted to feel him as he released himself inside her. The many porn movies came back to her. She knew what he needed from this position. A naughtiness came over her. She raised herself up on her hands and hovered over him. Her hips began to grind again before slowly beginning to rise from his belly. He saw a look come over her that he hadn't seen yet this evening. "Want me to fuck you, baby," she cooed. "Huh? Want Shannon to fuck you til you come in her?" John couldn't believe his ears but he felt the words in his groin as she slowly raised herself up his shaft until reaching the tip of his cock before slowly beginning to slide down again. The erotic, wet sounds of her vagina walls sliding along his slickened shaft assaulted his senses. "Tell me, John. Tell Shannon what you want her to do," she teased in a voice now husky and sultry. "Mmmmmm. God, you feel good inside me, baby. Want more? Want me to fuck you some more, baby?" He bit his lip, speechless, as the wet walls of her pussy slowly moved up and down his shaft. He looked up to see her big, full tits swinging just inches from his mouth. The nipples hard and so inviting. Shannon saw the look on his face and cupped a breast in her hand as she continued her slow journey up and down his cock. "This what you want, baby? You want to suck my tits?" she asked. Suddenly she wanted to be a whore. Be his whore. It felt good. It felt right. So long she had been the quiet, proper girl. Now she wanted to be his slut. She wanted to fuck him until he begged for mercy. She leaned forward and fed her hard nipple to his mouth and he eagerly sucked it between his lips until his tongue could lick its end. She felt the warmth travel like a current from her nipple to her clit. "Yeah, yessss, that's it, baby, suck it. Suck it hard," she growled. John sucked hard on her nipple until it hurt her but he gave no release. She moaned in pain as he bit down on it but left it there for his pleasure and hers. Her hips began to rise and fall at a faster pace. Up, up, up until just her pussy lips were left touching the tip of his cock and then, with a suddenness, plunging herself down to its base, grinding it there against his thick root before rising up again. Each time she smacked her clit against the hard bone at the base of his cock, it sent a shockwave through her. The combination of hard cock penetrating deep into her pussy and the banging of her clit against his belly only made her want to move faster and harder. Sewell released the first tit he had sucked on and grabbed for the other, roughly taking it into his mouth and sucking it harder than the previous one. She groaned from the painful sensation but continued her assault on his enormous pole. He could feel his load building. His head fell back and he began to urge her on. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Shannon. Oh, God, Yes. Fuck me hard. Make me cum, baby. God, I can't stand it any more. I need to cum in you, baby." His words urged her on. Her reached for her tits and squeezed them, pulling and rubbing his nipples in his fingers. Sounds of skin slapping filled the room each time her ass and thighs met him. It became the beat of his frantic climb to a heaven of pleasure. He could hold back no longer. "I'm going to cum, baby. Fuck me. Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me. I'm coming," he screamed. With one final plunge, she sank his cock into her depths and held it there as tight as she could. Her muscles milked his shaft and she felt his cockhead swell and begin to spew hot semen into her. Her own orgasm erupted with him as she felt the heat of his fluids begin to fill her insides. She felt his cock contract again and again as he spurted gob after gob of cum into her. She grinded her groin against his belly as the thick, white cream of his essence hit her cervix and began to flow down the sides of his cock, along the walls of her pussy. So tight was their joining that it had nowhere to go but out of her opening and onto his belly. A new sense of womanhood came over her and the glow warmed her. This man had given her his seed. How long ago was it that she had tasted him, rubbed him into her skin, swallowed him? And now, fulfilling the basic essence of all animals, he had ejaculated inside her. Shannon eased her body forward and his penis slid from her hole and plopped onto his belly. She moved to his side and nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Her hands reached for his organ. It was beginning to soften but was soaked in their fluids. Softly, she rubbed their loving mixture into his skin, caressing it from the head to the base. Still learning from this first experience, she watched as it began to shrivel from an erect state to its normal size. He talked with her about her first experience and she shared the feelings she had encountered. She asked questions and, ever the teacher, he responded to whatever she asked. Then, he suggested they bathe together to clean themselves for another bout of lovemaking. Shannon drew the bath and they both entered the warm water enhanced with the aromatic soap and oils she had used earlier. She cleansed him with a washcloth from head to toe, taking particular care and attention to his genitals. He returned the gesture, lovingly washing her body with special focus on the now sensitive region between her legs. They withdrew from the tub and dried each other off in a playful manner, laughing and teasing as they worked. She loved his mature body, aged yet firm, his chest hairy with patches of gray, his legs covered in fine down. Naked, they moved back to her bed but not before filling the wine glasses once again. Laying in bed, the soft candlelight their only illumination, they drank more wine and talked more about the act of sex, he from experience and she the novice. She knew his age would require time to rest and recover, and fondness began to grow as she felt her heart yearning for him. She opened up to him, revealing the deepest fantasies she carried inside her. She prevailed upon him to help make these fantasies come true and he agreed to try, but suggested to her that they take this relationship slowly. He the teacher, she the student of all acts carnal. They kissed. A long, lingering, passionate kiss. Their tongues casually rolling over each other, their lips wet with the mixture of saliva they created. Her heart began to pound with need for him. Her hand reached for his manhood and grasped it, slowly stroking it with her fingertips. My man's cock is enormous, she thought to herself, and she warmed at the thought that he was hers. All hers. This stallion of a man. Hers for the having. Any way she wanted. Shannon broke the kiss and slid down his body until her face once again confronted his growing organ. She inhaled the clean odor of his maleness and it permeated throughout her being. She knelt between his legs, raised herself over his soft meat and touched her lips to the head, softly planting kisses over it, teasing it until he began to moan for more. "Yes, yes, baby, lick it. Lick for me, baby. I love it. Make it wet," he groaned. Her tongue parted her lips and began to lick the soft skin of his cockhead. Around and around it moved, leaving a wet trail as it journeyed. She flicked at the sensitive opening with the tip of her tongue, entering it slightly before moving down to the firm rim around its base. What a marvelous instrument, she thought. I'm going to know every inch of it before I'm done. She opened her mouth and slid the head of his cock over her tongue as she again attempted to take him as deep as possible. The underside of his shaft journeyed along her wet tongue as the head moved toward her throat. She could feel the thick vein and curled her tongue around the sides of his shaft before closing her lips around it, sucking hard on it until her cheeks caved in. The head of John's cock hit her throat and again she had to pause so as not to gag. His cock was hard now and stretched her lips. She was familiar with this feeling from before but wanted more. She looked down the shaft to still see more than half of his cock still remained to be swallowed. John rested a hand on her head and encouraged her. "Relax, baby. Let your throat muscles relax and you'll be able to take more of it." Shannon went into her meditative state. Her breathing slowed. Her focus went to her throat, willing the taunt muscles there to loosen. Her head lowered as the fat cockhead forced its way deeper and, simply and with little effort, her lips slipped down the shaft until they came to rest at the base. Her mouth and throat will now filled with his thick, throbbing cock. John could barely control himself. Good God, she's done it, he said to himself. No woman has ever been able to swallow all of me. But he was now witnessing it, as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth until her lips were nibbling at the pubic hair that grew at the base. Shannon felt his steel-hard rod pulsing as it engulfed her mouth and throat. She tightened her lips on him and rubbed her tongue along the shaft. Then, slowly, she began to raise her head, sucking hard on his shaft as she released it from her throat and mouth. Then, back down again. This time, his cock slid easily inside and she knew she had conquered him. She began to make oral love to his machine, taking it to the root before traveling back to the head. John needed to taste her, too. He told her to reverse her position and, releasing him for the moment, she moved around until her legs straddled his face. As she began to once again take him into her throat, John looked at this vision of womanhood before him. Her soft but firm ass. The taut little rosebud squeezed shut but inviting. Her genitals, moist and waiting to be devoured. The soft lips around her opening, so inviting. The swollen, pouting tissue aching to be eaten. He placed his lips on her opening and sunk his tongue into her. Immediately, it was drenched in the sweet fluids that flowed from her insides. She reacted as if a bolt of electricity had hit her, pressing her opening to his face while plunging her mouth down to his belly. He began to slowly move his tongue in and out of her wet pussy. Each time she felt his tongue withdraw, Shannon slid her wet lips up his shaft until they arrived at his swollen crown. And then, as his tongue re-entered her, she opened her mouth and took his long, thick cock into her throat. They found a rhythm, each trying to please the other more than themselves. Shannon spread her legs even wider as John quickened his pace, fucking her pussy with quick, short thrusts of his long tongue. Each plunge into her dripping depths resounded with a gushing sound as his tongue splashed its way through her fluids. The overflow ran onto his lips and face, soaking them in her wetness. She felt the climb begin toward heaven as he moved to her clit and sucked it between his lips. She was totally exposed to him. At his oral mercy. His tongue began to flick at the sensitive knob as his lips sucked hard. She swallowed his cock deep into her throat and locked her lips at the base, his huge balls just inches from her view. Her fingers reached to fondle them just as her body detonated with pleasure. Shannon Becomes a Woman The orgasm hit in a quick charge as it spread from her loins down her legs and through her belly to the soul of her being. Her clit was in a perpetual state of burning and throbbing. Her eyes squeezed tight and muffled groans escaped from her stuffed mouth as she tried to coax him into spilling his seed down her throat. But John Sewell's cock remained steadfastly erect without eruption as his tongue continued lapping at her love nest. As she began the slow descent from her peak, Shannon released him from her mouth and slid down his body until she was on all fours at his feet. She raised her hips and presented her opening to him. If she couldn't make him cum again with her mouth, she was determined to take him inside her and feel the heat of his manhood within her depths yet again. "Put it me, John. Please, I need you inside me now. I need you to cum for me," she pleaded. John smiled, rose from the bed and moved behind her until he was kneeling between her spread legs. He took his hard cock in his hand and moved the engorged head to her wet opening. Pushing his hips forward, the head parted her and began its penetration. Shannon pressed her face and chest to the bed and tilted her hips to allow him entrance. She felt the head of his cock enter her and girded herself for another assault from this monstrous machine. John slowly began to give her what she needed so badly. Inch by inch, he pushed his hard cock into her without rest or delay. She felt herself fill as her tender walls began to stretch and submit to him. She began to weep as her vagina transmitted the sensations she was feeling to her emotional center. Hot, thick, hard, pulsing cock was pervading her being. God, how good it felt from this different position. Spread on her hands and knees before her man, allowing him to take her from behind, in complete control. How much more could she take? His cock thickened inside her as he traveled through the course of her womanhood. She felt the head hit her cervix but still it continued to press forward, extending her farther than she thought possible. Her hands gripped at the sheets as, not to be denied, he pushed on, determined that she would once again get every inch of cock he had to give. Finally, she felt his belly hit the soft cheeks of her ass and she knew she had all of him. John grasped her hips firmly and began to move. He pulled his cock out to the head before thrusting his hips forward and sinking his entirety into her. She was not prepared for him and cried out as pleasure filled her in the form of his cock. Again and again he pounded himself into her and with each violation, she grunted uncontrollably. As her vagina began to relax and accommodate his size, she began to meet his thrusts with an acquired eagerness. She rocked her body on its foundation of hands and legs, forward as he withdrew, and back into him as he entered her. This newfound movement forced his cock into her with an even greater might and she wallowed in the delight that it brought her. What started out as lovemaking between teacher and student now became a torrid tryst of two animals seeking the heights of passion. Sounds of skin slapping mixed in with groans and grunts as John's belly banged into Shannon's ass and thighs each time he propelled himself into her. He sunk his cock as deeply into her as he could and held there for a moment as he moved his hands down her back and ribs until they arrived as the sides of her breasts. She raised off the bed, allowing him to fill his hands with her luscious mammaries, her nipples rubbing against his palms. God, how she loved the erotic feelings that traveled from nipples to genitals when they were stroked while she fucked. The muscles of her pussy gripped his cock tight in a glove of wetness as he stroked her. She raised her upper body, his hands still grasping her breasts, while John sank his hips back on his legs until she sat at an angle impaled on him. Without missing a beat, she began to fuck him, rising and falling on him in fast, sharp movement. Each time she sank her hips onto his cock, he thrust forward, filling her to the base. Her eyes closed, her head falling back, hair dangling over her shoulders as she fucked him. How many minutes, or hours had they been at this? She prayed there would be no end though she knew it would arrive. She felt the head of his cock swell inside her and his shaft thicken even more. She knew he was close. "Cum in my mouth, baby, I want to taste you again," she moaned. She leaned forward and his cock fell from her pussy. Quickly, she turned and knelt, locking her lips on his head and, in one motion, sliding them down his shaft. She tasted herself on him and tried to suck every drop of his fluids into her mouth as she worked on him. "Now, Shannon, now, baby, I'm coming," John yelled, as no longer could he hold back. His cock erupted in cum. She felt the thick semen spew into her mouth and her taste buds immediately registered the sweet yet salty flavor of his seed. She took him into her throat and felt the contractions of his shaft as the load washed down her gullet. Slowly, she began to work her way back up and as the head reappeared in her mouth, pools of creamy cum began to gather under her tongue and along her teeth. Her hand firmly pumped his shaft, coaxing more and more cum from his balls. Each time she milked him, more of his load spilled into her mouth until it began to overflow her lips and run over her chin. She released him for a moment, gathered what she could, and swallowed. John watched as this cum-hungry woman devoured him. Her lips and tongue chasing every drop of cum that escaped the little slit on his cockhead. What she couldn't swallow, she rubbed into her face with his cock. She was not satisfied until his cock glistened with saliva only. This frantic session over, Shannon and John sought to relax. She nestled alongside his body, her head on his belly, her lips still lavishing soft kisses on his cock as it began to shrivel. Their evening together almost over, she began to ponder their future, if there was to even be one. She was determined as ever that there would be. This was the man that had deflowered her in so many ways, and she could not believe that it was her destiny to only taste him once.