3 comments/ 30051 views/ 2 favorites My First F/F By: angievee I had long fantasised about having sex with another woman, but had done nothing about it. I had recently found a "dating" site though, where it seemed anything went -- I loved it! I had met a few single guys, and was now turning my attention to the ladies. One in particular caught my attention -- and she lived in my town. Her face picture looked nice and she had a FABULOUS cleavage, from what little I could see. I sent her a mail to say hello, and within minutes had a reply. She seemed easy to talk to and by the end of that day, we had chatted online for hours, and had decided to meet. I agreed to come to C's home the following evening, and spent a long time making myself look as good, and as sexy as I could, with a nice Basque, holdups and heels (and a dress of course!) I found her house easily enough, and nervously knocked on the door. She must have been looking out for me, as she immediately opened it. My eyes took in her pretty face, HUGE tits and lovely long legs encased in a short skirt and glossy black stockings. She invited me in, offered me some wine, and we chatted for a while, but as we chatted, I could see she was looking at my rather ample cleavage, and it was starting to turn me on a little -- well, more than a little! We carried on chatting, but the chat soon turned to men we had met, and eventually, about our mutual desire to have sex with a woman. Soon enough, the talk, and the wine, had us both very horny, and as I reached out to give her my empty wine glass to refill, our fingers brushed together. I got SUCH a tingle that ran right through my body! By the look on Cs face, she felt the same. "Shall we skip the wine?" C suggested, and I eagerly agreed. We both stood up, and we somehow ended up kissing, slowly at first, but then more urgently. We pulled apart, and smiled at each other. "Well, that broke the ice!" I said and we both laughed. We now relaxed a little, and gently started to explore each other, still standing and fully clothed. C put her hand on my leg and started to lift my skirt, her fingers closing in on my pussy. "Oh, you naughty girl!" she said, as she discovered that I don't wear panties. Her fingers probed a little more, and she started to rub my clit. Her finger dipped into my pussy, which was now soaking, and then pulled her finger out and rubbed my clit again with her wet finger. We were now all over each other and semi naked -- how did that happen?! I guided C to sit on her sofa, and knelt in front of her. She immediately opened her legs wide so I could see her glistening pussy lips. God they looked delicious! I just looked at it for another moment -- this was the first time I'd seen a pussy in real life -- apart from my own of course! It looked so sexy and beautiful. I bent forward and gently licked at her outer lips, over her clit, and then very very gently, started to suck on her clit. She loved it -- maybe I was good at this -- I was certainly enjoying it! Spurred on by her moans, I started to lick her more, and then held her pussy open and put my tongue deep into her wet hole and gently started to tongue fuck her. C started going crazy then, her hips moving to meet my thrusting tongue. I carried on fucking her in this way, as her moans got louder and louder -- "she's going to cum"! I thought -- how fabulous! I didn't want to stop, in case I stopped her from cumming -- so kept fucking her, but now started to rub her clit with my fingers. Her moans were becoming more urgent, so I kept doing exactly what I had been doing, telling her I wanted her to cum in my mouth. My words seemed to have some effect. She suddenly grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed me right into her pussy, and my tongue was as deep as it could go. She suddenly shouted out, and shuddered, followed by a long low moan. "God, that was fantastic" C said, "I've never come like that before in my life!" I got up from my kneeling position, and as I did so, she pulled my face to hers , greedily licking her own cum off my lips. My First Facefucking The following is a true story. Ever since I became interested in guys, I've wanted their cock in my mouth. And I've fantasized about not just sucking a cock, but letting a guy use my mouth. A completely submissive facefuck. Since my divorce, I'd sucked three guys and I found two things: letting a guy suck me was a turn off and having a guy work my face, moving his cock back and forth in my mouth, was a major turn on. So for guy number four, I hit up a guy on a male hook-up site who was a total top who only wanted oral with no reciprocation. "Perfect," I thought. In his response to my message, he proved even more perfect for my fantasy. He liked to facefuck guys but promised to be "nice" about it. I was almost giddy. I'd watched so many porn movies with women getting cocks rammed down their throats, their head held in position as a man thrust a cock in their mouth from every angle and position possible. Oh, how I wanted to be them, the cocksucking whore on my knees being used by a dominate man. And now I would get my chance. His next message to me asked me to call him. He was at the "Y" and we arranged to meet in 40 minutes after we both had quick showers. He said he was already horny. So after my shower, I laid on my love seat, waiting. The minutes squeezed by excruciatingly slow. Then, finally, a knock at the door. I let him in and he flipped off the lights. Immediately, he took off his pants and exposed his soft, naked dick. " We can do whatever you want," I said, never having had a guy go this quickly into the "action" before. "I want you to suck my dick," he said with a smirk, putting his hand on my head and gently pushing me down to my knees. Almost immediately I found his large, soft dick being stuffed into my mouth. His hands placed firmly on either side of my head, holding it in place as his growing cock moved back and forth inside my warm, hungry mouth. I could feel it getting harder as I sucked on it while I proceeded to undo my shirt.. Once he got hard, he pulled out for a second and I feverishly took off my cloths and he took off my glasses and laid them aside. I sat there naked, on my knees, and he took his large hard cock and gently hit me in the face with it. "Do you like that?" he asked as he showed his power over me. "Yes!" I replied anxiously. Then he grabbed my head and suddenly shoved my mouth unto his crotch, his cock going down my throat. He fucked my face moving my head back and forth as he pleased, making my lips move up and down his glorious fuck tool. I put my hands behind my back cause I knew I wouldn't need them. All he needed was total control over my mouth, which he was turning into own personal pussy. He shoved my face all the way down on his cock and I took it. He pulled out and roughly held my head against his crotch, this time pushing my mouth against his balls. I licked and sucked on them, my lower body squirming as my hard cock throbbed from being used in such a way. He then grabbed my hair and pushed me down onto the floor in a laying position. I grinned widely. I knew what was coming next. still holding my hair he mounted my mouth shoving his cock into my mouth as I laid there with him on top of me. He then switched positions holding my face and throat in position on the floor as he fucked my mouth from a backwards angle. He pulled me up while holding my hair and proceeded to sit on my loveseat. He put his cock back in my mouth and proceeded to pull my head up and down on it. I'd never been so turned on in my life. He then shoved my face into his balls again. I took the balls into my mouth, working them with my tongue as he held my head in place. I could feel his legs squeeze around me as I sucked his balls. I licked and sucked them for several minutes until he got up with his cock in his hand and shot his load all over my chest, marking me with his cum. And so ended a fantasy come true. I thanked him for it and he seemed shocked when I told him it was only my fourth time my sucking dick and first real face fucking. I hope I impressed him enough to come back for more. I can't stop thinking about his cock and my hungry pussymouth really needs to be used. My First Facial I don't know why it happens, it just does. I have spoken to my psychiatrist about it, but he didn't really say why he thought it happened. He said something about low self-esteem and that sort of thing, but it didn't make a great deal of sense to me at the time. The first time it happened was an accident. I am 24 now but I was pretty slow when it came to any sort of sexual activity. I was 18 by the time I had my first oral sex. I was still living at home and so was my boyfriend at the time. He wasn't rich and neither was I. It is different in Australia, teenagers don't have cars and that sort of thing like they do in the USA when you are that age. It seems pretty dumb now, but I use to practice oral sex on things before doing it for real. Bananas, bottles, my fingers. I knew that I didn't want to be crap at it, I didn't want my boyfriend to go around saying that I was a lousy suck. 'Lousy suck' or a 'good suck' is how most Australian men refer to girls during their teens years. Anyway, we were at the beach. It was as simple as that, and Dave was bugging me for ages to have sex with him. He was 18 as well, so I guess I felt obliged to do something, but I knew there was no way I was going to have full sex at the beach. Besides, there was contraception and stuff to thing about, I just wasn't ready for full sex. We walked hand in hand along the length of the beach. I was wearing a bikini (of course) a mauve color that would make me throw up today. Dave was wearing 'cozies' which is what we call swimming wear for men in Australia. He had an erection that I could see. We walked to the end of the beach, and as it wasn't the hottest day there weren't many people there. Then there were the large rocks, like boulders, and if you walk around them you can't be seen by people on the beach. So that is what we did. We walked for about 5 minutes to make sure that no one would see us. I sat on a rock and Dave stood in front of me and took out his penis. He didn't take it over the cozies like you would imagine, but he pushed them down where his leg went. His penis wasn't that large as he was only 18, and it was good because it meant that performing oral sex on him was easy – it didn't give me a jaw ache. When I was 18 I THINK I performed oral sex ok. Dave never complained, it was the think he liked the most, but I wish he would have said that I was fantastic at it or something like that – but he never did. It always made me feel very horny, and often I would masturbate when I sucked him. Some girls talk about how they don't like sucking their boyfriend's penis, but I have never understood that. If they don't like a penis and they are not a lesbian (and that's cool too) then they must have really miserable sex lives. Anyway, I liked along his penis first. I'd learnt before that if I sucked the end of it straightaway he would come too quickly and he would be in this state of real frustration, almost violent. So I started slowly, licking around, and even then I knew to play with the guys balls at the same time. Very soon he was ready to cum. That's how it is with guys that age. I didn't swallow cum when I was 18. I just felt it wasn't the thing to do, although now I am 24 I've done everything under the sun so I swallow. It's not my favorite taste in the world, it actually depends on the guy, so if you take the penis in deep then you can swallow it without tasting it. Also, I feel it is really rude just to take cum in your mouth and then spit it out like a pierce of awful stuff. Just a bad look. So with Dave I always stopped sucking just as he was about to cum, he always told me, and then I would use my hand to bring him off. But this time at the beach was the first time that I sucked him while he was standing straight in front of me. So, to cut a long story short, when he came he didn't give me enough warning, and he ejaculated across my face with some of it going into my hair. Because I have dark blonde hair, you could see where it was. It spurted across my cheek, my lips, and across one of my eyes. Dave just yelled in pure excitement, I could tell that it was the best orgasm he ever had with me. He just went for it and he was so grateful a few second later when he came down from his orgasm. I went into the water to wash the cum off my face and to wash it out of my hair. Also, I just needed a few moments alone. I got out of the water and got a towel to wipe myself off. I didn't really see what Dave was doing. I saw him drying himself off, or at least that is what it looked like, but he was masturbating! I was amazed he could do that because he had just came. I said I didn't know he could do that and he explained it was so hot for him, ejaculating across my face. Saying the words made him short of breath he was so excited my it. I knew what to do. I sat down and told him 'Dave, I want you to cum on my face again.' This time he was a bit rough. He held my head and started fucking me in the mouth. I know that sounds crude, but there is no other way to describe it. I wasn't sucking him, because that suggests that I was doing something to him, but he was just using me, just like a warm wet hole to come in. He took much longer this time, about 5 minutes, and as soon as was close to cumming he grabbed my hair and pulled me away with one hand, and with his other hand he kept masturbating those view extra seconds till he came and then pointed his penis at my face. I closed my eyes and he spurted across my face again, and then very gently he rubbed it across my face so that it covered me completely. The stuff I am writing about now happened when I was 18. I've since learnt it is one of the things that almost all guys like, so I have done this with every boyfriend since. I don't know why it is that guys like it so much. I don't feel that it has anything to do with my 'self-esteem' at all, as my psychiatrist put it. I guess it is just one of those things. My First Facial I have had a fascination for porn for as long as I can remember, since early in my teens. I suppose that is unusual for a girl, but nonetheless, I've enjoyed a LOT of porn in my life. And, of course, you can't watch porn these days without seeing guys spray cum all over girls' faces. For the longest time, I always thought this was hot, but having been subjected to society's indoctrination that porn is about dominating and subjugating women, I just believed that it was not something most women wanted anything to do with. Still, it remained a secret fantasy of mine to have a guy cum all over my face. I thought I was alone until one evening while out with friends. One of the girls in our group admitted that she loved being on the receiving end of a facial. I feigned shock, but a couple of the other girls in the group admitted that they, too, occasionally enjoyed the slutty feeling they felt when their boyfriends came on their faces. This only served to reinforce my fantasy. However, I was in a long-term, committed relationship with another woman -- I wasn't going to have a boyfriend any time soon with whom I could experience this. Sunday afternoon, while watching CNN, there was a story about women being arrested for soliciting sex for money on Craig's List. It instantly struck me that this might be an interesting way to find someone who'd be up for giving a random girl a facial. I was familiar with the mindset of the people who tend to use CL for casual sexual encounters, and thought to myself, this might make for an interesting way to find someone. I started reading through some of the ads on CL and decided that this would be a good option to explore. I had to figure out how to do it without compromising my identity, where I live, etc. I made the wild decision to just ask a guy to do me in an alley not too far from where I live. I didn't care who he was or what he looked like, I just needed someone with a cock who wanted to cum on a girl's face. I hastily composed an ad that read: Looking for a facial - w4m I have been wondering what it would be like to get a facial from a random guy. No penetration, no sex, just a quick facial. Meet tonight between 11PM - Midnight, in public area near Gold Club and go to a nearby alley for quick facial. You can even spit in my face if that gets you off. If it matters, I am 22 wf, 120 lbs - I don't care what you look like. This is not a joke. Much of the porn I am into involves extreme degradation to the woman -- including being slapped, chocked, and spit on, so I added the part about allowing the guy to spit on me if he wanted. I figured if I was going to go so far as to allow him to ejaculate on me, spitting on me wasn't that much different, and if that helped get the guy off, so much the better. I suppose this comes from the fact that I tend to be the dominant one in my relationships, and the feeling of being degraded and being that submissive appealed to the inner slut in me. I intend to explore that option in much greater detail at some point in the future. Within a couple of minutes of posting the ad, I started getting responses. The third one I received was from a guy named "Tony." He included a photo of what appeared to be an 8 or 9 inch cock -- it was huge, and at least his torso was very attractive -- he had awesome abs. His message simply read, "If you're serious," despite the fact that my post had stated that it wasn't a joke. "Yes. Very serious. If that's you, you have a nice cock. Would you like to use it?" I replied. "If you're serious, just tell me when and where." I sent him my spare cell phone number and asked him to call me. He did and we worked it out to meet at 11PM at a bar around the corner from the Gold Club, a local strip club. We sent each other pictures so we'd know what the other looked like. I also reminded him that this wasn't a fuck date - I wouldn't suck his cock -- he was free to jerk off, but I couldn't/wouldn't touch him. He agreed to that, and said he'd always wanted to give a girl a facial but none of his girlfriends would let him do it. "I don't know why you're doing this, but I'll happily help you out." While I waited for the appointed time, I continued reading and replying to some of the responses that continued to pour in from the ad. When all was said and done, there were well over 100 replies -- I had NO idea there'd be that much interest in this kind of random encounter. Many of the guys indicated concern for my personal safety -- I thought that was so cool. I have a black belt in TaeKwonDo, however, and anyone who tried to pull something on me was going to be in for a fight if I had any say in the matter. I wasn't too concerned for my safety, but I took a couple of other precautions just in case. Tony and I met at the bar and recognized each other immediately. I explained to him that I didn't want to get engaged in a long conversation with him, took him by the hand and led him out the door. We walked around the corner in search of an alley suitable for what I had in mind. That proved to be a bit more complicated than I had imagined. There weren't any decent alleys on Howard Street to speak of. We finally went into a parking garage across and up the street a bit from the strip club and found a relatively secluded area in the rear of the place between a couple of SUVs to take care of business. "Are you ready?"' "Hell, yeah, babe. Just get on your knees." I did as he ordered and he unzipped his pants. He was already hard as a rock, and had an impressive cock. It was all I could do to keep from swallowing him right there and asking him to face fuck me, but that was out of the question. "Just don't aim for my eyes. I have contacts and if you get it in my eyes, it's gonna suck. If it helps you, you can grab my hair and hold my head. " He began stroking his cock and within about three minutes was already to the point of cumming. I wondered to myself how he was able to keep from popping a load on the way to meet me, since it looked like it was ready to explode right then! I reached down into my sweatpants and began masturbating myself. I was getting so horny sitting there in public begging a guy to plaster my face with a load of semen. I cajoled him, "Come on baby, cum on my face." As his orgasm built, he began to moan -- I was hoping it wasn't loud enough to attract any attention, since the sounds echoed a bit off the garage walls! The first shot hit me square on the upper lip under my nose and caused me to jerk back a bit. The feeling was incredibly warm, followed almost immediately by a cooling sensation. The second shot hit me in the left cheek, and a third shot got my left ear. He grabbed my hair and held my face under his cock as he coerced what was left of his cum out onto my forehead. The cum from my forehead began running down into my eyes, so I had to wipe it away from them. The warmness on my face turned into something akin to having had Astroglide on my face -- both cool and slippery. I stood up, thanked Tony, put my purse back on my shoulder and began walking off. As I spoke, some of the cum from my lip got onto my tongue -- it tasted just as I had remembered it from years past, salty and somewhat bitter. "Can we do this again some time?" "I don't know. If I decide to, I'll be in touch. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed it." As he stood there with a bewildered look on his face, he began putting his junk back in his pants and zipping up. I began walking back to my apartment about a half a mile away, leaving the white sticky cream on my face. As I passed others headed in the opposite direction, I wondered for a brief second or two if they could tell I had cum all over my face, but decided that, in the relative dark under the streetlights there's no way they could pick it out as quickly as I was walking by. My pace began to quicken -- I had to get back to my apartment and masturbate. I could literally feel the cunt juice running down my leg and even the sensations from walking seemed as if it would lead me to an orgasm. As I swiped my access card in the security device at our apartment complex, another woman walked out of the interior door. She looked at me strangely as I went in, but I didn't slow down. Could she tell what was on my face? I doubt it. It had been raining most of the evening, and I believed anyone seeing me would have thought I had come in from being in the rain. The cum had begun to dry, and parts of my face felt as though I had glue rubbed on it. I made it into my apartment and went to the bathroom to see what I looked like. I was shocked to see that I had a fair-sized blob of cum in my hair! Did people see that? Could they tell? The rest of the cum had become clear and just looked like a thick water on my face where it hadn't dried already. It occurred to me that the knees of my sweatpants were wet from where I had been kneeling on the ground -- I looked like I had been sucking cock to anyone paying attention. I took the feeling of being a whore with me to my bed, began to masturbate furiously, and came within a minute. After I came down, I went back into the bathroom and looked at myself again. It was hard to tell that I'd had cum on my face, aside from the crusty stuff peeling off of it at this point. I took my shirt off, hopped into the shower and washed myself off. As I did, I masturbated again. This morning, as I reflect on what transpired last evening, I have decided that getting a facial is definitely a turn-on for me, and I'll likely try it again at some point. Next time, I will take my small camera and snap a photo of my face with the slut cream all over it - for my own personal use, of course. I could never post something like that on the web. People might think I was a slut. My First Facial Everybody's over 18 in this story, FYI. Feedback welcome. When I was young and discovered pornography (I mean the explicit stuff, not just female models posed in the altogether,) it was a life-changing experience. Not that it was cheap in those days, or easy to select items that lived up to the hype on the front cover. The magazines (see how far back I'm going?) were sealed in plastic, cost around $20 each, and it was a crap shoot if the material within bore any resemblance to the exciting pictorials on the outside. I was drawn to cute and innocent-looking young women, doing surprisingly dirty things. The idea that a young lady my age or maybe a little older would suck cock in front of a camera was quite arousing, never mind some of the stronger things that were acted out. My favorites were magazine-length, glossy but not-too-polished depictions of couples engaged in multi-position lovemaking. It helped a lot if the cameraman had some flair. And, inevitably, things would culminate in an erotic male come shot. Preferably, several angles of photography would be utilized to milk (so to speak) the most out of that moment. No matter where the guy's cum would land, it was important to me that the woman had an expression of ecstasy or at least contentment on her face, seeing her partner's spunk adorning her breasts, backside, tummy....or, better yet, her face. Now, there's no analyzing anyone's preference for this sort of thing. I can, for example, trace my fascination with the naked female posterior to the early, formative days of my sexual education, but coming in a woman's face was something that hadn't even been mentioned in the dirty books I'd read. Why it should have been such a jolt to my libido the very first time I saw it remains a mystery, but to me, a facial is simply the most joyously dirty image in the lexicon of pictorial sex, be it still-image or video. Still, I knew it was primarily a fantasy. That is, not the sort of thing you'd expect a woman to willingly do for you, whether she loved you or not. The very fact that these images aren't seen in "couples" porn, for instance, to this day, speaks volumes. Many, I'm sure, think it's demeaning. Not me; the few times I've had the pleasure of doing this dirty deed in real life have only served to make me feel more affection for my partner and delight in her willingness to please me. The first time for me was in college. By then everyone had a VCR and you could rent porn with decent-enough production values at any full-service video store. Therein lies my tale. It was on a night when my roommate was out that a girl named Cindy called to see if I'd like to share a little wine with her. Cindy and I had an off-and-on thing but when it was cooking, the sex was torrid. Neither of us felt particularly possessive of the other, which was ideal for college; the real world and all its complications could wait. So we were reasonably wasted on the wine and a little smoke I had stashed, making out at my place on the couch, with our tongues doing battle and our fingers finding all the best sensitive parts, when I unknowingly rolled a little to the left and bumped my hip into the "play" button on the remote control, the remote that had wedged itself between the cushions. You guessed it: I'd gone and left a porn tape in the VCR, with the TV in black screen mode. Soon Cindy and I were distracted from working on each other's crotches with our eager fingers by cheap music warbling from the TV, followed quickly by soft moaning. I tried to feel for the remote so I could quiet the thing, still not realizing what was queued-up, but finding myself too clumsy or high to be successful. It was when Cindy turned her pretty face away from mine and stopped rubbing my hard-on through my jeans that the fog in my brain cleared. Her eyes were wide but not alarmed as she took in what was appearing on the screen, and it hit me then which tape I'd left in the machine: it was the one I'd last been jerking off to, a compilation of oral sex scenes culminating in facials. "Holy shit, Jerry," she muttered, and then giggled self-consciously. "If you're wasting yourself on this stuff, maybe I should come over more often." I turned as the moaning from the TV became louder. There was a closeup of a pretty brunette milking a sizable penis with her mouth. Every few seconds you could see the tip of her tongue emerge and lave the underside of this dick. The guy was thrusting himself carefully in and out of her lips, almost in slow motion, as she looked up and dripped a little saliva down her chin. I moved off of Cindy and took a deep breath. I'd never watched hardcore with a girl, had never worked up the nerve to try. In my mind, I was either about to be chastised ("Aren't I enough for you, don't I do the stuff you like?"), laughed at (how pathetic), or just plain given the silent treatment until I shut the damn thing off. "Okay, I guess you caught me..." I muttered, feeling heat creep up my neck. "You know, sometimes--" "Don't I," she replied, sardonically. "I grew up with three brothers, remember?" I looked at her and saw expressions of amusement and leftover arousal on her face. I liked how her hair was mussed-up, just a bit. "Oh look, you're all red in the face," she remarked. "Hey, I'm not out to embarrass you. Did you want me watch this with you, it's that why you put it on?" Now, how could I expect her to believe I had no intention of sharing this with her, and had accidentally hit "play"? On the screen the guy was moving faster and faster, in and out of the young lady's energetic mouth. Both of us, I noticed, kept looking back at the TV and then at each other as we talked. A couple of quick insert shots of the guy's overly-ecstatic face started to appear, so I knew what was about to happen. I felt Cindy's hand again in my lap, grasping me through my pants and bringing my lagging erection back into arousal. We started looking only at the TV. The camera pulled back a little to show the woman's full face, not just her mouth. She really looked like she was enjoying it, even bringing a hand up to cup his balls and fondle them a little. The prick between her lips looked darker than before. I put my left hand down Cindy's jeans and under her panties as I luxuriated in the practiced way she stroked me through my slacks. Her thighs readily parted and my fingers found her sex, her moist opening and the sensitive flesh surrounding it. We stared at the TV and felt each other up. At some point Cindy worked my johnson out into the air, I don't know when. Probably it was around the same time I'd managed to work two fingers inside her and the heel of my palm had begun to work in firm, concentric circles over her clit. Then the guy pulled his cock completely out of the woman's mouth. She grasped it and started milking its length. The tip was all wet from her spit as she looked closely at it, inches from her face, and jerked it off. Her lips parted and the camera pulled back an inch or so more. Cindy was jacking me off in earnest when I worked the tip of a third finger just down into the beginning of her ass crease. And then a quick shot of the guy's face (looking like he was having a heart attack) was inserted on the screen, followed shortly by a closeup of just the woman's open mouth and tongue as the swollen head of his dick emerged from the left side of the frame, clearly ready to burst. Cindy grasped my erection firmly as the milky ropes of cum suddenly ejaculated from the man on the TV in rapid spurts, some of it entering the brunette's mouth and coating her tongue while other spurts streaked her cheeks, the corner of her nose, her lips and even the side of her hair. The camera pulled back a little more as the last of his climax dribbled directly onto the woman's outstretched tongue. It was then that I noticed she'd never flinched, closed her eyes or looked anything other than happy that her lover had just covered her face with his joy juice. She even eagerly sucked on the tip of his spermy member to draw out the last of his stuff as the scene faded to black. As another scene abruptly began (this time with two guys masturbating themselves over the upturned face of a smiling blonde) I held my breath, wondering how Cindy was taking this. She was clearly enjoying what I was doing with my fingers, since her hips had begun a small rotation movement, and her hand was smoothly pistoning my now-steely cock...but the look on her face as she watched was tough for me to read. I guessed she was thinking about it, thinking about me, and making up her mind if she thought what she was watching was disturbing her. The only part of me she looked at right then was my dick, as she moved it through her hand. That was a good sign. "You really like this stuff, this coming on a girl's face," she observed, matter-of-factly, rather than asking. Just as she said this, one of the guys on the screen grunted and made what sounded like a curse, then pressed the head of his cock against the blonde's upturned cheek. The way the camera was angled, you could see the slit in his glans open and spurt an impressive amount of thick cum onto her face and the left edge of her mouth as he continued to stroke himself, almost all in one ejaculation, before he pulled away (as did the camera) and shot the rest of his climax along her neck and down onto her naked breast. "Yes," I admitted, surprising myself that I hadn't pretended it was no big thing. Heck, Cindy hadn't run out of the room on me, yet, so I guessed I wasn't some monster in her eyes. "When were you last, uh, watching this?" she asked, as the second guy emptied his balls on the woman's still-smiling but erotically-soiled visage, spurting his cum from what seemed to be a foot away, in long streams. "Yesterday," I replied as I felt Cindy's lower body press against my busy fingers. As though the "when" of my last watching this tape made any difference: what Cindy meant, of course, was...when had I last masturbated? "I guess I never paid real close attention to what a guy looks like, you know, what his orgasm looks like," she said, none too articulate herself. "Some of them are real different." She may have been referring to the oversized cock that now appeared onscreen, a formidable penis recognizable to any veteran porn-watcher, belonging to one John C. Holmes. His fat, over-twelve-inch length was presently being stroked to orgasm by a tiny hippie-looking girl whose hands seemed overwhelmed by his prodigious size. The petite girl knelt on a bed as John stood above her being wanked, his cock tip rubbing against her forehead as it sheathed in and out of its foreskin, her small hands doing their best to get him off as she looked up at him. When he came the girl directed the flow of his jism around her face by sluicing his writhing dick over her skin with enthusiasm, like it was a pleasant beauty treatment. Her charming little face was soon dripping with his cream. "His just kind of dribbled out," Cindy observed. "Is it 'cause he wasn't so turned on?" Surprised that she hadn't remarked on the size of the legendary prick just now fading from view on the screen, I simply made a "don't ask me" gesture with my free hand before putting it to better use by undoing the buttons on Cindy's blouse. "You do it," Cindy suddenly announced, moving away from me and pulling my hand out of her pants. There was an excited look in her eyes. "I want to see you enjoy your fantasies, show me how you'd do it, if your fantasy came true." "Huh," I replied, as the sucking and groaning sounds continued to come from the tube. My dick was throbbing there outside my pants, the moisture from Cindy's pussy that clung to my fingers was cooling in the air, my girl was making no sense, and I had just uttered a reply worthy of Shemp Howard. "You know, if a woman was to do everything you'd want. As if you were having a fantasy and watching a film like this, and, you know, playing with yourself while you fantasized, or something," she continued. I could see Cindy was kind of uncomfortable trying to describe this thing she meant. Either that, or the squirming around she was doing was from having an itchy pussy. I decided to jump in. "So, maybe, if you were my fantasy woman and would do whatever I want," I said, by way of reply. I was hoping this was what she meant...boy, was I hoping. She worked this around in her mind for a moment. I guessed this wasn't exactly the idea she'd first had, but she was game. "Okay, yeah. But I also, um, want to see you, you know, touch yourself. Like you would if you were all worked up." Then she sat back against the couch and chewed her lower lip. It was a fetching look, on her. Her eyes went to the television in time to see a series of slow-motion ejaculations fly perfectly into the "o" between a woman's professionally-Maybellined lips, and pool on her tongue. Only the final couple of spurts landed on her upper lip. The guy wiped his dick off on her chin. "Only with your pants off," Cindy giggled, pointing at my lap. We both laughed at that, and I suddenly realized that she wasn't just making with the big talk. My mind was filling with possibilities. As I stood to get out of my shoes and pants Cindy divided her attention between me and the TV. Despite the raw footage we'd been viewing together, my worried state had caused me to soften again a bit, so I was a little self-conscious measuring up to the big cocks that were paraded before her eyes, unloading themselves willy-nilly. I knew I was being silly, but if you're a guy reading this you'll know how I felt. If you're a woman, forgive me for lacking the wisdom at the time to realize Cindy may have been comparing herself to the actresses, and feeling the same insecurity. I hope not. "No, keep the underwear on for now," she instructed as I started to reach for the waistband of my briefs. At my raised eyebrow, she blushed prettily and explained, "It's just a little nostalgia." I sat back down on the sofa and she moved over to me for a kiss, her left hand immediately assuming its welcome place in my lap. I was busy thinking about how to start. When we broke the kiss I pulled back to look at her, but not so far as to dislodge her educated hand. "I think I'd like you to strip for me, Cindy." "You would?" She sounded surprised. "Yes. That would be one of my fantasies," I grinned. She looked at me for a moment. "Turn the volume down on that thing a little, will you? It's all starting to sound the same." She stood and gamely began to undo the remaining fastened buttons on her blouse. "No, no, more slowly," I instructed, "Like you're teasing me." I reached for the remote and toggled down the volume. "You want me to turn this off?" I asked. Three giggling young ladies on the screen were in the process of getting their faces sprayed by one man's copious orgasm -- their foreheads, cheeks and lips glistening with his liquids as he ejaculated seemingly over and over again, the illusion being owed to multiple camera angles being repeated in a rapid editing style. "No, keep it on," she said quietly. "It's making you hot, right?" I felt like asking if it was doing anything for her, since she kept watching, but decided instead to keep my mouth shut. Cindy doffed her blouse slowly, deliberately peeling it off as I'd requested. Underneath she revealed a cute white bra that looked like it came from an expensive lingerie store. I didn't remember seeing it before, but maybe that was because it had been our custom to just rip off our clothes and have at it. She took her time undoing the clasp from behind, in the process pushing her medium-sized, shapely breasts out toward me, play-acting the stripper in a small way. When she finally pulled the bra away her tits swayed nicely before my eyes, and her puffy nipples boasted aroused, slightly pointed tips. I used my thumbs and forefingers to feign a motion like I was pinching my own nipples, then gestured for her to do the same. Cindy shook her head slightly with a small smile on her face, then proceeded to do as I requested. She rolled her breast points until they stood pink and erect, clearly giving herself pleasure in the process. Afterwards, she caressed her tits like a lover might do. It was getting hot in the room. Then she nodded to my lap with an arch expression on her face. Wordlessly I fished my cock fully out of the confines of my briefs and gave myself a few languid strokes. I wasn't at full stand due to my self-consciousness, but I could feel myself growing that way in my palm as she watched. "Your balls, too," Cindy breathed. "Let's see them." While I awkwardly reached into my underwear to fish out my sac we both stole a moment to eye the TV, and damned if there wasn't a woman going down on a guy's balls, right then! Or, I should say, going "up" on his balls: they were dangling into her wide-open mouth as she lay underneath him while he masturbated over her face. In moments he pulled up and directed the head of his prick to her mouth in time to deposit five or six speedy jets of cream between her lips. The woman's throat worked, swallowing to keep up with his emissions, and then she wrapped her lips around his glans to accept the last of his load into her mouth. "I think I'm starting to understand why you like this," said Cindy. "It's pretty dirty, but I can't take my eyes off it." She looked at me like maybe she'd gone a little too far in her confession and that I'd think she was as perverted as myself, or something. For me, I only got harder from what she'd said. . "I can't take my eyes off you," I replied, changing the subject. "I guess, so many times we've made it, and I thought I knew your body, but seeing you like this, showing off....you are really sexy." She couldn't help but look self-satisfied at that praise, and I was happy that I meant it, because from that point on she loosened up and let herself be my fantasy, more and more. It started with her moving the coffee table away from the front of the sofa so she could get closer to me as she started to undo her jeans. I now found myself getting truly turned on: here I was with a pretty girl stripping off right in front of me, while behind her scene after scene of debauchery spilled across the screen. I jacked off more freely now, finally believing that she wanted to see that. It wasn't a normal night with a sometime girlfriend, no-sir. As she slowly peeled her jeans down Cindy stared openly at my cock and balls and the way I was stroking myself. She was nibbling at her lower lip again, and I realized this was a sign I should look for in the future, to maybe gauge her arousal level. Her matching panties hugged her womanly hips as she dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, then kicked off her shoes. She stood still for a moment with her hands on her hips, as though waiting for me to push her further. I asked her to turn around, slowly, which she did. Now she was facing the video screen, seeing yet another young woman accepting semen on her pretty face. Me, I was studying the lovely contours and musculature of Cindy's panty-clad bottom as she stood there, maybe a foot or so away. Her ass was full but not plump, as I knew from the times I'd had-at her from behind, and it was a treat to just look at her like this and picture what lay underneath the cotton material. "Should I take them off?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me lazily stroking my shaft. "Yes, but please do it over here, close to the side of the couch," I requested. I was really starting to get into this now. "I don't believe I'm doing this," Cindy giggled, making a face as though she wasn't loving every minute of it. She sashayed over to the side of the couch like I'd asked, facing me, with her crotch right at my eye level. At the vee of her panties I could see the outline of her sex. She rolled her panties down until I could see the top of her blonde curls. [Yes, in those days women had honest-to-goodness pubic hair. Not that I don't find shaved pubes a turn-on, it's simply that I'm not gonna fib and tell you Cindy was clean as a whistle.] My First Facial I was surprised when she dipped a hand down the front of her underwear and gave herself a little feel. I didn't know if that was her way of putting a little extra into the show or if she was that excited. But I know I liked it. After a few moments of that she went ahead and pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, revealing more soft curls and the pouting lips of her pussy, nestled within and underneath. I'd had many occasions to examine these charms with my eyes, mouth and tongue, but it was still hot having her show off like this. This time I wasn't surprised when she brought her fingers there again and rubbed herself openly, happy to see her move even closer to me and pull her lips open a bit so I could see better. She had a prominent pink pearl of a clit that stood out from its protective hood very prettily, I remember, and it glistened wetly as she ran a finger over it. "May I?", I asked politely, reaching up with my right hand. "Only if you can jerk off lefty," Cindy quipped, which made us both break up for a moment. But only for a moment; I readily grabbed my now-aching prick with my left hand and eagerly began to use my other fingers on her moist cunt. We looked into each others eyes as I masturbated the both of us for a few moments, with the continuing sounds of grunts, groans, sighs (and sometimes giggles) from the TV making for background music. I happily ran my fingers over and into Cindy's wet, accommodating pussy, settling on thumbing her clit as I sluiced two fingers in and out of her heated opening, slowly. She sighed and rode those fingers for awhile, spreading her taut inner thighs and running a hand over her naked breasts. I loved the look on her face. Even with an un-practiced left hand on my cock I felt like I could let go at any time, which was certainly not the way I wanted things to culminate. I reluctantly removed my hand from between Cindy's legs, causing her to moan slightly in disappointment. "Could you turn around for me?" I requested, almost holding my breath. She gave me another of those arched-eyebrow looks, then smiled wickedly. "Oh, I can see what a dirty boy you really are," she said with mock reproof, even as she turned slowly to present her backside. From where she was standing at the side of the couch, Cindy's satiny ass was inches from my eyes. I felt my dick grow even harder, to the point where I had to let go of myself before....well, before I let go of myself. "Wonderful," I praised, and I wasn't kidding. Nicely-shaped twin globes of feminine allure with a shadowy division between, just what my lifelong fantasies always conjure up. I caressed her bare flesh with my hand, feeling her warm bottom give to my touch here, tighten up under my fingers there, and jiggle just the slightest bit as I gently gripped her right cheek to open her to my gaze. Her engorged pussy lips split apart, exposing more pink as I carressed her ass cheeks with my hand. I could actually smell her arousal, she was so close. Cindy spread her thighs even more, helping to reveal the slick crease of her bum and the cutely-crinkled, virginal-looking opening nestled within. "Please...bend forward a little," I breathed, my voice sounding like I was whispering in church. She looked back over her shoulder at me with a knowing smile and then obligingly leaned forward, her hands on her knees. This brought her supple ass even closer to me as she fully opened herself. I nearly came without laying a hand on my cock, so powerful was this simple, erotic and dirty act of showing herself completely to me. I felt my balls tightening up against my body as I stared in lust at the spread of her ass crease and the small opening within, and below that her pouting, damp cunt, both framed by the unblemished flesh of her young bottom and upper thighs. The TV continued its lewd soundtrack of ecstatic sounds, but I didn't bother to look at the action. Still not touching myself for fear I would burst prematurely, I slid further against the arm of the couch to again reach out and lay my fingers on her, this time with both hands. At first Cindy flinched instinctively at my more aggressive touch, but soon was pushing back against me to sample the sensations as I stroked, fingered and caressed her wide-open charms. I was careful to pay attention to her clit, stroking the hood and the glistening nub with a fingertip as I slid my thumb up inside her drippy cunt, even as the fingers of my left hand caressed her smooth ass crack and softly probed her sensitive rear opening. All the while her backside was right at my face, close enough that I could have easily bent forward and kissed her all over. Soon Cindy was grinding against my probing caresses in a steady rhythm, breathing audibly; I could hear her even over the groans from the video. I began wondering if I could make her come like this, just feeling her up while she was bent over the arm of the couch like that; in fact, I was getting quite smug about my abilities until I stole a quick peek around her body to see that her eyes were glued to the screen, watching women getting their expectant faces smeared with male orgasmic fluids. The fact that she enjoyed watching only made me more eager to give her pleasure. I soon discovered Cindy didn't mind me fingering her asshole, not a bit. This was something I'd never done with any woman up to that point of my life, so the heated, rubbery quality inside her hole was a new sensation. As I thumbed her pussy and stroked her clit I worked the forefinger of my left hand in to the first knuckle before meeting with some slight resistance, but she didn't object. In fact, I could now hear her moaning, in-between her gasping breaths. The palm of my right hand was moist from her dripping juices as she fairly started to hump my hand. Cindy bent further towards me and was now gripping the couch arm for support, her legs shaky. Her ass was as wide open to me as possible. I experimented with carefully moving my forefinger in and out of her rear opening. Apparently that was the turning point for Cindy. I felt her start to shake in orgasm, her breath now one long gasp as she ground against my right hand and pushed back at my probing finger. Then her body bucked twice and her ass came down on the couch arm as she cried out in pleasure, nearly pinning my hand underneath her hot flesh. She gave out with a couple of shivers and the large part of it was over, but I still worked my fingers on her and she continued grinding on me for some time. Finally she subsided and I pulled my fingers slowly away. Cindy managed to make her way shakily over to the front of the couch to slump down beside me in pleasured exhaustion. I toyed with the tips of her breasts as she lay against my left side. She sighed and reached over to caress and stroke my needy erection and we craned shared another kiss. On the screen a series of white blemish streaks continued to form on pretty female faces, accompanied by the sounds of pleasure. After a few minutes of both of us watching this and playfully touching each other, Cindy spoke not a word as she slid to her knees in front of my seated form and took me into her warm mouth. I groaned in deep pleasure. Cindy's mouth and tongue were languid but enthusiastic, and her hand ran under me to cup my tight ball sac where it bulged out of the opening of my briefs. Her eyes went to mine as her tongue lapped at the sensitive underside of my dick. Her breasts bobbed attractively as she took me in and out of her mouth. All I could do was grunt and breathe heavily as I ran a hand lightly through her hair. Past her head on the TV screen, Eighties-fave Loni Sanders was doing the exact same thing, hoovering Mike Ranger's ample rod while managing her patented sweet smile. It was a kind-of surreal moment. Cindy was always very, very good at bringing me to the point of no return with her mouth, lips and tongue, but especially so right then. My overheated cock was being bathed in pleasure. Over and over she bobbed her head up and down my rod, her busy tongue sliding around on my length as she used her fingertips to caress my balls. I was about to let go, and I told her so, urgently. Cindy abruptly pulled her mouth off me and switched to using her right hand. "Like that," she breathed, motioning her head toward the TV, with the tip of my swollen dick mere inches from her face. She began a smooth stroke up and down my saliva-slick erection. Her jaw was slack, her mouth open, and her eyes glued to mine. It seemed like all the blood in my body was crowded into my prick, super-sensitizing me to the tight but tender grip she had while she jerked me off toward her pretty face. I wanted this moment to go on forever. The first spurts of my cum roped out of me before I even felt the onrush of my orgasm, streaking Cindy's forehead and brow before either of us were prepared. She flinched just for a moment but then gamely pulled my straining cock closer to her as I groaned aloud in sheer ecstasy, feeling my inner muscles twitch as thick white cum bolted out of me to spatter her lips, cheeks and chin. Some went into her mouth, and one streak spread up the side of her nose, but Cindy didn't so much as close her eyes or wince. The milky fluid dangled from her chin and dripped down onto her chest as the last of my joy finished pouring out of me and I felt the muscles of my whole lower body go lax, like a spent balloon. As I started to catch my breath Cindy applied her spermy lips to my cock tip and gently milked my length with her hand for all that might be left, the point of her tongue working my piss slit. I just stared at her perfect, glistening face and sunk into the sofa cushion, helplessly satisfied. As I dwindled in size she took more and more of my dick into her warm mouth, sucking at it gently as my cum slid slowly down her face in rivulets. I felt a warm calm overtake my entire body. It wasn't the last time Cindy allowed me to come on her face, but I'll always remember that first instance. She moved away after college and we lost touch, so here's hoping she'll read this someday and relive the moment with me.