Sitting on Faces

Just yesterday, I was reading My Favourite Life's post about sixty-nining, and although it had been on my mind for a while, it cemented for me that the 69 would be Rose Boy and my next adventure.

Last night we spent some time hanging out in town, back at that spot of our magical night, and said sweet things to each other, which led to kissing, when led to me needing him in my bed that instant. (I would have come close to fucking him out in public if it weren't for the chill and the wet grass.)

I went to pee and when I came back to my room, he was laying on his back, horizontally across my bed. His head was hanging off the edge of the bed. I stood by his head, leaned down, and kissed him. When I stood up, he stretched out his head and lucky for us, his head pressed perfectly between my thighs. He bit the crotch of my jeans.

"Watch this" I said. My jeans were stretchy and a little too big, and I slipped them down over my hips. His greedy hands reached back and pulled down my underwear, and he shoved his face in there, his mouth taking in my lips from top to bottom. The sudden sensation of it lurched me forward, and I bent at the hips, my top half falling on top of him, where I ripped off his belt and started on his button fly (goddamn button flies!)

Pretty soon we were sucking each other in unison, with me standing on the floor bent at a 90 degree angle, him with just his head off the edge of the bed. Amazing.

Unfortunately, my legs started to hurt. I didn't realize it but I had been standing on my tip toes for a while. A few extra inches of height would have helped, so we stopped and I climbed into bed with him and started rubbing him. I looked back at him, and he said, "You're so sweet."

"Do sweet girls do this?" I asked, and threw my leg over his head, and lowered myself down onto his face.

It was good, and after a relatively short time, he warned me that he had to stop himself from coming. As it turned out, I was on the verge myself. "You don't have to hold back for long," I told him.

In less than a minute, I was coming. And as I hit climax, I tasted him release in my mouth. Perfect synchronization.

This whole experience was especially cool for me because this is only the second time I've ever sat on someone's face. The first time was with Jockjerk, and I was too uncomfortable to enjoy it. I feel like the idea of sitting on a face is an especially terrifying one for girls who don't consider themselves lightweight. And this was the first time I had ever done it in the 69 position, aka, facing the opposite direction.

This had always really made me nervous because I truly hated the idea of having my guy's eyeballs that close to my asshole. Especially in a close-up, spread-cheek, straddling situation. But Roseboy actually made me feel comfortable. It might have been the tiny stroke he gave my asshole at one point, or that he told me how hot the whole experience was for him afterwards.

But this time, as comfortable as I was, I am still not 100% confident about my anus. It has hair, and unlike other parts that are easily shaveable, waxable, or even trimmable... my arsehole is not. And I feel like that is a place a girl is not supposed to have hair. I guess the porn star standard still feels more right to me than reality in this case. Not proud of it, but it's the truth.

Not to kill the mood of the mood of course. It was amazing, and I will definitely be doing it again. And afterwards he ate me again, this time for a very long time, and my second orgasm lasted for close to a minute. I could really get used to this.

And still later yet, we fucked. By the time he came, he had worked up quite a sweat. We were both soaked in it. And he was so exaughsted he collapsed on me, his head on my breast. That is one of my favorite things in the world, there's something so maternal about it. But not in a creepy way... in a tender way. I held him to me as long as he could stand to be wearing a cum-filled condom.