Adult Image Library 1/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_1.iso/stories/airstart.txt

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Once  upon a time, in an apartment complex in a distant  town,  I
received  my very first successful airstart.  Since I was of  the
advanced  age of thirty, this came as quite an overdue  pleasure.
I had been dating the girl of my dreams (wet and dry) for several
months, and we had fucked and sucked on many occasions, but I had
never been able to fully relax and let myself go (er, cumm).  But
this night was different.

I  arrived  home  from  school about 9,  and  when  I  opened  my
apartment  door  I  knew right away that this was to  be  a  GOOD
night.   Just  inside  the door were  Julie's  shoes.   A  little
farther  in were here stockings.  Still farther, her skirt,  then
blouse  as I made the turn toward the bedroom.  Panties  and  bra
made  up  the last "steps" to the bed, where I  saw  something  I
never will forget.  Julie was lying with her back on the pillows,
propped up against the headboard, with her ankles crossed  behind
her  neck!  She was sucking a pale yellowish liquid from  a  long
plastic  tube  (which  must  have come from  the  lab  where  she
worked).  The tube wound around her right leg two or three times,
and  disappeared  into the curly blonde hair  around  her  pussy.
What a sight!  What a shock!!  What a turn-on!!!
At  this point, my heart was in my throat.  She smiled and  asked
if I'd care for some champagne.  Confused, I looked around for  a
moment until she said "no, silly, here!.", and she handed me  the
tube.   I hesitated, but then figured, what the hell, and  sucked
on the tube.  To my surprise, it was champagne, although a little
warm  for my taste.  "How?", I asked.  She reached down to  where
the  end of the tube entered her pussy hair, and spread the  lips
of her pussy apart, revealing a big red party balloon, which  she
had  filled with a little champagne, inserted the  plastic  tube,
and closed it off with a rubber band.  Gloriosky!!!
By  now I was pretty hot, and started to get undressed.  But  she
insisted that we must finish drinking and have something to  eat,
so I stopped with just my shirt and pants on.  She said she had a
special  surprise  for me for dinner.  After her trick  with  the
balloon I was eager to fine out what was next!
I  did not have to wait long.  We finished the "cuntpagne"  in  a
few minutes, as there wasn't much.  "Bring me our dinner from the
pot  on the stove" she said, "Dry it off first."  I went  to  the
stove  where  I  found a giant foot long  tightly  curved  polish
sausage in a pot of warm water.  I think I knew what was  cumming
(excuse me, coming) next.
As  I returned with the bag, Julie removed the balloon  and  tube
from her pussy with a jerk, which made a sound like pulling  your
foot out of deep mud.  "SLURP".  With a big smile on her face and
a  look  that said she knew that she had me  under  her  complete
control,  she  began  licking the balloon,  slowly  cleaning  her
juices from it.  I almost dropped the sausage!
When she finished with the balloon, she said "Sit here on the bed
and  kiss  me while I finish warming that sausage  for  you".   I
handed it to her and sat down.  She took it with just the tips of
her  fingers  and  caressed  that big thing as  if  it  were  her
favorite  prick.   Then, with that "now I've got  you"  look  she
raised the sausage to her mouth, and licked around the end of it.
Then  she  slowly  ran the end down her left leg  from  where  it
passed  by her head toward her pussy.  When the  sausage  reached
her  pussy hair, she slowed to where it was almost not moving  at
all.  "This is it", I thought, "She's going to stick it in!"  But
she had other plans.  She ever so slowly ran that sausage up  and
down her pussy lips several times, and then moved it up her right
leg  back to her mouth, where she began licking it again.   "Ever
wish  you were Polish?", she asked.  I laughed, and  reached  for
the  sausage, but she said "Not yet!  I have to warm  it  first."
She  then ran the sausage down her leg as before, but  this  time
she  slowly put it inside her pussy.  One inch, then two,  three,
four, until almost the entire thing was inside.  She pulled me to
her, and we kissed hot and deep.  But I couldn't get that sausage
off  my mind.  "Are you hungry?", Julie asked.  "I guess  so",  I
squeaked.  "I know I want something!!!"
She  took  hold of my face, and guided it down  to  the  sausage.
"Chow  Baby", she laughed.  "Eat up."  I took the sausage  in  my
teeth,  and as I bit down, looking up at her, I had the  funniest
feeling that what I was doing wasn't all that different than what
a cocksucker does.
At  that  point, I decided to inject a little change of  my  own.
Instead  of just eating the sausage, I began sucking it into  and
blowing  it out of my mouth, making it go in and out  of  Julie's
pussy.  Then I added a little back and forth motion of my head to
provide greater stroke length.  Julie liked it, a lot!  I think I
could have made her cumm, but I got so excited that I bit through
the skin of the sausage, and it tasted so good that I  remembered
how hungry I actually was.
Julie  put her legs down over my back, and I laid there  and  ate
several bites of that sausage, giving Julie a few strokes with it
for good measure.  I bit off a few bites for Julie, and she  made
quite a show of eating them, running her tongue around the pieces
and sucking the meat into her mouth.  I was impressed by just how
hot  that  sausage  was, particularly the  parts  that  had  been
deepest  inside  Julie.  And the taste was really  special.   But
Julie always had great taste!
When we finished eating the sausage, we went to the kitchen,  got
some  more  champagne  (cold, from  a  glass  [boring]),  kissed,
touched, and Julie removed the last of my clothes as we  returned
to the bed.
As  wonderful as the remarkably erotic supper treats had been,  I
somehow sensed that Julie had some special purpose motivating her
that night.  As I started to caress her body she took my hands in
hers  and  looked me in the eyes and said "Lay back, and  let  me
drive  tonight."  So I put two pillows under my head and  put  my
arms at my side.  She kissed my eyelids, and my mouth. Not a hard
passionate  kiss,  but  a  tender "I  love  you"  kiss  that  can
frequently  be even more exciting than a hot tongue checking  all
of your fillings.  It certainly was this night, maybe because  of
the bizarre activities that preceded it.  I reached up and  began
to fondle the large erect nipples of her small firm breasts,  and
she  moaned  ever  so softly as she kissed my  neck.   I  ran  my
fingers over her breasts in ever widening circles until I reached
her  side.  She kissed her way down to where she was  licking  my
nipples then, and I could only reach her shoulders and arms.
She looked up at me and said "I love you, and I want this to be a
night  that you will always remember."  I said I loved  her  too,
and  that  I was especially fond of the way she  cooked  sausage.
She said it was time to be serious and to enjoy our love and  our
passion.  "I want you to be so comfortable with me that you  hold
nothing  back."   I  knew she was referring  to  my  tendency  to
tighten  up  emotionally when we were having any sort  of  sexual
experience  beyond  the  basics, particularly if I  was  not  the
"driver".
Then she ran her tongue slowly down my tummy, moving to the  left
down  the  front of my leg, almost to the knee.   She  kissed  me
gently on the inside of my thighs, as I had done for her so  many
times before.  I moved my legs apart, trying to look cool at  the
same time.  She continued kissing my left leg, while caressing my
right  leg with the tips of her fingers.  I was pretty  hot,  but
also  getting nervous.  We'd been here (sort of) before, and,  if
we  were  going  where  I  hoped  we  were,  we  had  never  been
successful.   This time WAS different, though, maybe due  to  the
"cuntpagne",  or  the  "Pussy  Kielbasa",  or  maybe  because  of
something else.  I just wasn't as anxious or self conscious as  I
had been before.
As her lips moved up my leg I could almost hear my blood pumping,
but  I  kept  telling  myself to let  go,  and  not  worry  about
anything.  "I LIKE your little dick", Julie said softly, "it fits
my  mouth just right."  She took just the tip in her  lips,  then
pushed  it  out with her tongue, and ran her tongue  down  to  my
balls.   She  sucked ever so gently on my nuts, one  at  a  time,
while  running her fingers up and down my dick.  Then she  kissed
her way back up my cock.  When she got to the tip, she pushed the
tip  of her tongue against the hole and made the end of  my  dick
move  in  a  circular  motion.  It  felt  different,  maybe  even
strange, but REAL GOOD.  Gradually, she began to take me into her
mouth.   So very slowly that I could hardly keep from  trying  to
help  by  pushing against her.  But I kept trying to  let  things
happen her way, rather than trying to make things happen my  way.
Eventually, she had almost all of me in her mouth, and she  began
to back off.  Slowly out, slowly in, slowly out, slowly in.   She
made  no sounds, she just reached up and took my hands  in  hers,
gently  holding  me as if to say "I love you".  As  I  relaxed  a
little, I could feel that old familiar tightening way down inside
that  means  I'm  getting closer.  I began to  move,  but  caught
myself  and  laid back, and just enjoyed the feeling.   Back  and
forth   Julie's   head  went.   Sometimes  fast,   mostly   slow.
Eventually, I could feel that tightening really taking hold,  and
I noticed that I had begun to breathe heavier.  Julie could  tell
that I was getting closer, and she picked up the pace.  She  also
took  one  hand and put it around my cock and against  her  lips.
That  felt even better.  Faster and faster she went,  harder  and
harder  I breathed, tighter and tighter the muscles  got.   Then,
almost  by  surprise, I came in her mouth.  It  seemed  like  the
biggest  explosion I'd ever had.  I think I cried out  something,
but  this  part  is a little hazy.  Julie  never  even  flinched,
merely slowed the motion of her head and her hand, but she sucked
even  harder.  She seemed to be pulling the cum out of  someplace
way  down  deep inside of me.  It was the second best  feeling  I
ever had.  The muscle spasms seemed to go on forever, but as they
began  to subside, Julie stopped sucking and came up  beside  me.
She looked happier than I could remember, her eyes were sparkling
like  the  champagne we'd had earlier.  She pressed her  lips  to
mine,  and as we kissed, I tasted what must have been some of  my
cum, but I didn't care.
For  me, that night was a major milestone in my sexual  maturity.
I discovered that I really could "let myself go", even if someone
else  was in command of the situation.  I've had  other  exciting
moments  since that night, but that one night sticks out  like  a
stiff  peter  and  is by far the most significant  and  the  most
memorable, just as Julie wanted it to be.

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