It All Comes Together

Trigger Warning: Details of my account of being tickled and giving blowjobs. Not everyone's cup of tea but dialogue usually separates paragraphs.

Recently I met up with the guy from my other story “A Battle of Pleasure,” in this battle everyone won.

Preface: As mentioned before (in my profile I think) I was coming back to the lifestyle and playing after a 6 month break letting everything settle from transitioning. I've mentioned a few times in passing that pre-transition I used to get really aroused giving blowjobs. My first time playing after my time off I had a lower body orgasm that had my legs trembling for an hour. Also in my most recent story I mentioned that light tickling brings me pleasure along with light touches. So much pleasure that my mind kind of turns off momentarily.

As guests showed up at my friend's party I realized I knew a lot of them from other events. One looked very familiar and I was trying to put my finger on why. He said, “How are you adjusting? Last time we met you'd only been here for less than a week.”

I immediately remembered him from before. My cheeks and ears got warm from embarrassment thinking of how much he unlocked in me in our last encounter. Though I wasn't sure if he could see my blush through my makeup. I smiled, “It's been really great. I went to a bunch of events, met a lot of great people.”

More new people showed up and our conversations went in other directions with other people. With Christmas so close there were more than a few Christmas themed outfits to be seen. When dress down time came along he was in his Christmas themed green boxers sitting away from the crowd. There were a few people that I knew wanted to play with me, some planned some unplanned but I was drawn to him. I took a seat beside him and mentioned my other play with light breast touches at another time after our previous encounter, the new love for light tickling, being restrained and lightly teased and tickled with ice added later. He was intrigued and as I suggested being the ice breaker again he began running his fingertips along my shoulder toward my neck making me forget what I was saying, tremble, try to grab onto the chair to not fall as my legs trembled, and stay in place so he could continue.

I smiled, “We should go to a bed so I don't have to worry about falling out of the chair.”

He smiled mischievously, “That just takes will power.”

I laughed, “I'm just--” the rest came out as a trembling coo as he brought his fingertips around to the back of my neck and down my spine. I was instinctively leaning into the pleasure by this time so if I did fall it would be into his arms. I tried to get out words though they were more interlaced with a whimper, “I think last time we did this I didn't give you a very good blowjob. The light touches cause me so much pleasure my mind turns off momentarily.”

He laughed, “You did seem a bit distracted before.”

I leaned over and brought my tone of voice closer to a whisper, “Want to try again?”

We were immediately up and heading to a room. The bed was a twin sized bed so it was normally made for one person or two people that didn't mind being very close. Initially I was sitting and he was standing teasing away but the tickling response had me moving away from the sensation. I suggested laying back with my head over the edge like we did before so I couldn't get away. I moved into position and as he walked up to me I noticed that this bed was a bit too short for a good blowjob angle. Before I could mention it he went to work lightly tapping his finger tips down the center of my chest making me forget what I was going to say or do momentarily as I moaned into his dick. As he got to my stomach my breath left as a giggle and I tried to squirm back but I was on the bed so my upper body arched up, I grabbed onto the bed on both sides to keep myself in the middle of the bed and for my hands to have something to grab that wouldn't hurt anyone or anything.

Once I was sure I wouldn't fall off he started his other hand at the side of my breasts and I forgot everything else going on. I did notice that I still had his dick in my mouth and I had promised to try to make him cum this time so I started going to work feeling out what was available with the new angle. As I did he ran fingertips under my breasts and over my stomach at the same time. The tickling pleasure and normal pleasure crashed together like waves with me muddled in the middle. By this point I had basically given up on trying to pleasure him and I think he had forgotten that was going to be involved as well because he ran fingertips up my butt cheeks, past the hole, and to the sensitive skin leading to my scrotum—right where my pussy should be. The pleasure overwhelmed my mind and body letting my reflexes take over as I arched my hips to give him better access. He used the new access to add his other hand running his fingertips along my scrotum and lower butt cheeks making my panting get added to the muffled.

I have no idea how long this went on for but at some point someone else came up and he asked if I minded if they joined. Vaguely I remembered that there was 1 person at this party who had read my writings here and knew how much pleasure light touches brought to me. But there were so many people at the party the odds of it being them was low. With him working at the under and upper part of my breasts there was very little thinking going on on my part but the other two pair of hands lightly came into play at my stomach, making me arch my upper body up, then at my breasts which were now closer. Immediately I muffled moaned into his dick, “Fuck it's her.”

In the sea of pleasure there were small flashes of awareness that I noticed him favoring one side. Before we had to stop because of his standing position. For all of the pleasure and comfort he'd brought me I certainly didn't want to cause him discomfort. I brought my head back to free his dick from my mouth and pecked a kiss on the inside of his thigh. He moved back and they helped me sit up. I was still physically and mentally trembling a bit from the pleasure and sat on the bed trying to recenter myself as he stretched out his back. He made sure I got to the restroom to pee alright and went to another. We made our way into the kitchen for much needed hydration. Once we finished we saw in the living room there was a guy in the middle of the couch leaning back while getting a blow job. I was immediately thinking of returning the favor. The person giving the blowjob was kneeling on a rug and I smiled, “That rug looks petty soft to kneel on. Want to find out, for science?”

He was immediately on his way to one side and stepping out of his holiday underwear. I knelt on the rug and it occurred to me, I had never gotten to feel him out for a blowjob. Every time I tried he overloaded me with pleasure. It was my turn--not to get even, to make him experience the pleasure he'd helped me experience. I gently pulled his foreskin down and asked, specifically breathing on it, “Do you have any favorite things to do?” He thought about it as I pecked a damp kiss on the center of the underpart of his head and breathed on the now damp skin as I continued, “Or should I feel you out?”

His mischievous smile was my answer. I knew most penises are sensitive at the glands under the tip of the head, sometimes too sensitive. I also knew from past experience that I could work my way around to it and prime him for it if it was too much sensation. I kissed the side of his head running my tongue along the available spot as I inhaled and pulled away to kiss a little further down. I had inhaled specifically so I could exhale on the newly damp skin between kisses and felt him trembling at the sensation before I planted another kiss. I had my left hand on his thigh, an observer would have thought it was doing nothing, but I could feel his body tension and movement as his breathing picked up to match mine. The neo tantric classes were paying off. When I got to the bottom of his shaft I kissed each testicle and ran my tongue up the length.

I looked up to see his reaction so far, his head was thrown back and he was grabbing the couch. I decided to drop all pretenses and put his head in my mouth while running my tongue across his glands under the tip of his penis. His breathing got deeper and his hips began to buck toward me but my two fingers were holding his foreskin back and him in place. I let that hand's thumb slide to his shaft and down his tubes to his scrotum making small light circles with my finger tip as my lips stopped on the left side of his head. His breathing caught for a split second and I made a mental note about the tip of the head on that side. I slid to the other side and teased that with my tongue and he had the same response. I took his head out of my mouth and kissed the underpart of his head on the first side, running my tongue lightly over it while specifically exhaling on the wet top of his tip and pressing my lips in so the vibrations from my moans passed through him.

He was bucking more now, both deeper and more often as I moved to the other and did the same. I could feel his breathing intensifying and matched mine to his. Once we were breathing in sync I tried slowing mine to get him to match my rhythm and prolong the experience. At that moment I was aware my thighs were trembling. I knew if I kept going I would have trouble standing for a bit but this was worth it. I moved to the other side, continuing lightly teasing his glands with my tongue. He moved his hand to my arm and began to prepare to tap. I smiled inwardly realizing I was about to pop his cork and the tremble in my thighs returned but too much to ignore. The tremble ran up my hips and into my back making me arch it and remove my mouth whether I wanted to or not. I had time for a brief inhale as it washed over me and I buckled