If you want to drink him again...
An initiation.
Continuation of I Think it’s Time.
Paris.
We sat together in the silence. Adele made tea and delivered it, and I think we were all wondering what would be next. Delos was fully erect, and it was obvious to everyone that I wanted to suck him off and drink him again. That was why I was invited here.
Adele said, “I can tell you haven’t had enough.” The directness of her statement seared me with delight. I said I was thirsty.
“You can drink him, but this time you will pleasure him deeply first. If you want to drink his semen you must first lick his asshole.” She had done this for him shortly before I arrived. Now it was my turn, if I wanted to swallow him again. And I did.
I was looking at Delos when she said this, and the emotion surged through me. The intentionality of what we were doing was just so beautiful. Each moment lived.
“When you want to suck a man’s penis, it’s sweet to lick him at his center and let him feel loved. He will relax, and you will allow yourself to feel your servitude, and his body will respond with more liquid. His orgasm will feel more complete, and rise from deeper inside his body. You will drink the semen. It’s good for everyone.”
I knew this from my own experiences…nearly any man or woman who drank my ejaculation teased my asshole, and many made love to me orally full on. By the time they had my penis in my mouth, I was wholly far gone, and ready to give myself to them. And all the love infused into me from experiencing my ass licked I returned to them as my deepest orgasmic emission.
Now I was being given such an opportunity. Delos looked at Adele as she spoke. His penis was stiff and strong.
“Do you think you can figure it out, or do you want me to show you?”
Blood was pumping through my neck and throat. I said the words to Delos, “I think I can figure it out.” I flashed for a moment to what must have been a frequent scene in this room, that of she on the floor licking him so she could suck him more fully.
She guided him to pull his knees up and apart and angle his hips until his asshole was exposed. I knew what to do. I was on my knees in front of him, where I had so recently licked out and swallowed Adele’s sopping wet, fertile vulva. His ass was clean and slick and shaved. I leaned in and all I could smell was sweat and cum. I’ve eaten plenty of girl ass. It’s right up there with my favorite favorite things to do with, to and for a woman. But — never a man. This was another topic included in my intimacy with Adele.
“Thank him,” she said.
I looked at his face. “Thank you for letting me eat your ass. Thank you for letting me drink your semen.”
He smiled and said, “You’re welcome.”
“Good,” she said.
Now it was time.
He pulled his balls up, and first I leaned in and licked the soft skin he was exposing. Then I knew what I had to do, what I needed to do, which was to touch my tongue to the center of his spiral. When I did, his whole body relaxed and he let out a deep breath mingled with some words I did not understand but could feel. We connected.
Then I loved him the way I like to be loved, which was wide circles around the outside of my rim and then after a long tease, plunging in. I did that again and again as Adele snuggled him, adorning him with her affection. I lost control of myself and was suddenly licking him and nibbling him furiously. He moaned and his hips writhed and I knew I was doing whatever it was that made him feel that way.
I then became aware of his penis. He was fully up and twitching.
“I think he’s ready to give himself over, and time for you to accept him,” Adele said. He agreed with a muted mmm hmm.
I licked his balls thoroughly and gently sucked them into my mouth. Then I embraced the tip of his penis with my lips. I had the feeling this was all I had to do. His hands grasped my scalp. She was not going to mediate his release or my swallowing. This would be between the men.
I embraced the soft, large head of his cock with my mouth and let him know I was ready to receive by vocally swallowing. And then I pressed my lips on the very tip of his penis, like a kiss, and then sucked. I knew this is what he loved.
Then I grasped his shaft with my thumb laid across the bottom of his urethra. At the same time, I slipped the tip of my tongue into his uretuera, just slightly. This seemed to trigger his climax. I felt the first deep perk rise up from him, and flow up through his penis and slip into my mouth, hot and salty and sweet. I squeezed the base of his cock with my thumb to delay another burst long enough to look at his face for a moment, opening my mouth and then swallowing.
There is some universal signal of respect, showing a man that your mouth is full of his semen.
I slipped my finger behind and touched his asshole, and pressed in a little bit. With my lips pressed around the tip of his penis, I relaxed my thumb and allowed his ejaculation to continue, and he groaned and gushed his fresh, grassy seed. His anus pulsed and gripped as his semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed in rhythm to his surrender, grunting and moaning with delight of my own. My heart center filled with heat and seemed to burst as I vocalized and spilled some of his semen, which I licked off of the couch.
I wanted them to both know good how I felt. I was very happy and nourished and felt loved and yes — licking his asshole out made it all the better.
When he had emptied himself to me and I had received all of his seed, I straightened up and looked at them both, my lips and cheeks wet with them, and I thanked them together. There was a long pause.
“Baby wants to mirror masturbate,” she said to me with a slight mocking tone. “And we want to make love.”
After all we had done that evening, I still felt a surge of embarrassment. She was right…I wanted to, urgently. '“Yes,” I admitted.
She clasped my wrist, wet my plam on her dripping vulva and said, “There’s a mirror behind the bedroom door. We’re not going to watch you. You need to do this alone, for yourself. You just drank from another man’s body. Now drink from your own.”
She knew how to turn the heat up high.
I wanted to do it right there, before him, especially. She knew this. I had told her many times about wanting to masturbate with a man whose lover was present. I wanted him to see me expend my passion, though it would not be today.
She leaned in and kissed her lover, dropping all awareness of me. I got up, and walked naked into their bedroom, and closed the door most of the way to allow the sound of my voice to escape. I faced myself naked and hungry and wanting to fulfill myself the one way that only I can. Then finally I dared to look into my eyes. I smelled her cunt on my hand and tasted his semen all over my mouth and lips, cooling as it dried.
She was right…it was good to be alone…knowing they were there…I let myself be free.
Delos, the Greek isle, birthplace of the Moon and Sun
Curious about how you use the word thirst. Is this another way to describe desire? Do you feel the same kind of fulfillment from sex with yourself as you do with another?