I remember the first time I was introduced to rimming vividly.
I was in the second term of my first year of University. The girlfriend from my hometown and I had finally called it quits over the Christmas break, after the daily phone calls had gone weekly, then quickly slowed to nothing.
So, I was single and fancy free. Also, crippingly shy with some severe body issues and general low-level anxiety at all times.
This was the 90s though, so you just got on with stuff and crammed all your issues tight inside, in the hope they wouldn’t turn into either a breakdown or an ulcer, rather than talk about them or try and fix them in any way.
I was at the local indie club on a weekday night, when I saw her. I was on my way back from the bar with a ridiculously cheap pint when I saw her sitting with her friends. She was all eyeliner, striped tights and a tight top (that I learned later was a body, with those annoying buttons round the crotch that must have been a nightmare when a woman wanted to go and pee). Her dark hair was cut into a bob and framed a face that looked sarcastic and wry. I was instantly smitten.
As I walked past, she caught my eye and I gave her a shy smile that she returned, teeth flashing in the terrible UV light.
And I carried on walking.
As I said before – crippling shyness and body issues.
I promise there is rimming in this story. Honestly!
Each time I went to the bar, I made sure I went back the same way, and each time our eyes met. And every time we smiled.
It was either the fourth or fifth time I passed that I felt a hand grab my elbow.
“Are you going to walk past again or are you actually going to come and say hello?” She demanded. Her accent was southern, possibly a little bit estuary, but to my northern ears she sounded posh.
More out of fear than anything else, I sat down next to her at the table.
And we talked. And we laughed. I found out she was in her third year. She raised an eyebrow when I told her I was in my first year. She was funny and clever and now I wasn’t just smitten, I was falling..
At about 1am, she kissed me. Out of nowhere, just as we were talking. “Well,” she grinned. “You weren’t going to do it were you?” I just kissed her back.
There weren’t many words exchanged after that. It wasn’t quite the thrilling teenage snogging of my youth. This felt different, more grown-up than it had with previous girlfriends.
And as the nightclub raised the lights, she appraised me with a cool eye and invited me back to hers to, as she put it “fuck each other’s brains out”.
How could I say no? Ever since this point, I’ve always loved a woman who takes the lead and knows exactly what she wants. And I’ve always been powerless to resist.
Well done for making it this far, by the way, the rimming is going to happen very soon you’ll be pleased to know.
We went back to hers, she was in a student house, not the drab halls I was in and, after some heavy petting on the bed, we were soon naked (after we’d undone those bloody buttons).
I kissed down her body, over her soft white breasts, her shivering belly and slowly ran my tongue over her cunt. She moaned softly, her hands on the back of my head as I started to explore her with my tongue. “That’s right,” she’d whisper to me. “A little faster.” She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me. She gave me directions on where to kiss, where to lick, when to speed up and when to slow down. And I loved it. Her cunt was soaking wet now and my cock was throbbing and I just wanted to fuck her. But she had other ideas.
“Now,” she said, her voice commanding. “I want you to lick my arse.”
I froze slightly. This was new territory to me.
She raised her knees upwards towards her chest, shifting her position, then she slid her hands under her bum and pulled her cheeks apart slightly, so I could see her arsehole.
“Lick it,” she commanded me.
And I did.
Tentatively at first, just running my tongue around the rim. “Harder,” she demanded.
And I did.
Flattening my tongue against her and tasting her.
It’s hard to describe the taste of someone’s arse, those who love rimming as much as I do will wince at words like ‘earthy’ and ‘dark’ being used like some fancy sommelier. But all I can say is it tastes wonderful, and forbidden, and special.
“Now put your tongue inside,” she told me.
And I did.
My tongue pushing past the initial resistance, moving deeper inside her. By now I was holding her cheeks apart for her and she was vigorously rubbing her clit. “Finger my cunt as you eat my arse.”
And I did.
My cock was harder than it had ever been. I had three fingers inside her cunt, my tongue in her arse, and her fingers on her clit were a blur in front of my eyes.
Soon, she started to tense, her breath got shorter and, finally, she came, her body shaking in short sharp bursts.
She pushed my hand away from her pussy, and cupped it protectively for a moment, before telling me it was my turn and to get on my back.
She mirrored my earlier movements and kissed down my body, before grasping my rock solid cock in her hand and licking the shaft, eyes locked on mine. “Can I do the same to you, as you just did to me?” She asked. I nodded, mutely.
And she did.
She pushed my knees up to my chest and ran her tongue over my arsehole. It was like electric ran through my body as I felt her tongue wet and hot against me. Fuck it felt good. Her hand found my cock again and she slowly, deliberately, stroked it as she pushed her tongue inside me. Down stroke, tongue in. Up stroke, tongue out. Down stroke, tongue in. Up stroke, tongue out.
It didn’t take long before I began to feel my orgasm to begin to bubble up. “I’m going to cum,” I whispered. And she responded by pushing her tongue in deeper and faster, her grip tightening. Seconds later, my belly and chest were covered in cum, and she was back on her knees at the end of the bed, smiling down at me. “Let’s get cleaned up, eh? Then in half an hour or so, we can really fuck.”
So that’s how it started. Learning that one of my kinks is having an assertive woman stick a tongue up my arse as she wanks me off. Every day is a school day.
Since then, I’ve always asked partners if they want me to lick their arse. Some have said yes, some have said no. Some have changed their minds while I’ve been going down on them and asked me to try it. Every single one has tasted different yet similar.
And, after I’ve done it for them, I always ask if they wouldn’t mind returning the favour – and every time it still makes me cum all over my stomach. |
