It feels nothing like you imagined it would. Many times you’d wondered what lips would feel like, but you'd imagined it based on feeling your own lips, on feel your lips' as their every nerve felt the comparatively rougher skin of your fingers. But now, now you can't even believe what you were feeling! It was like you’d been watching a film in black and white for so long that your brain was seeing the colours that should be there, and then all at once the film switched to true colour and suddenly you were experiencing it with an impossible vividness, everything saturated beyond reality! That’s what it feels like, when lips touched your cock for the very first time, so smooth, so soft they felt inconstant, like liquid made flesh, so wet they were almost cold yet so very warm where they parted, the warm wetness enveloping your skin more as, very slowly, the lips started to ease open. You gasp in disbelief of so many things. It felt nothing like you imagined it would, it could - and you'd never imagined it would happen like this!
Oh how you’d dreamed of this - not this but - but - you’d wanted it so badly! So many times you'd thought it may happen, would finally happen, only to have a promising conversation of suggestive tones and exciting looks all abruptly cut off with you fleeing, desperate to not have to explain an unexplainable bulge.
You’d never stopped wanting it. And now - now? Your first kiss. Your first blowjob! Two firsts you’d wanted so much you could taste it, both about to be taken. Both about to be given. Both about to be consumed by a, a - a thing in a wall!
You remember those last two, three, however many orgasms, still felt so vividly your hips start to shake with the thought, you stare ahead in dread and desire, both so strong you can barely breathe. And all you can do is wait, and feel - and there is so much to feel, as the lips slowly part, and you start to flow inside.
A shock of heat envelops you. Your forehead presses into the wall as you breathe out a high-pitched uuuuh! Velvet contact and wet friction moves over your skin as you struggle just to breathe. Some conscious part of you realizes that the wet lips seem to be exploring you, agonisingly smooth against your tip, pulsing against the ridge of your head as they first touch it, then flow over all of you, tightening around the base of your head, with you fully inside.
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