Coming Home

Part 3

*** Mature content, NSFW scene, smut warning***

Faith had to take a moment to catch her breath as she mentally went back in time to her first time with Hunter, giving him head.

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Hunter smiled down at her saying, "Don't worry Baby Girl. I'll teach you everything you need to know."

He started by taking her hand and placing it on his hard erection. She could feel him through the thin boxers he wore. The rigid length filled her palm, and she felt it twitch under her. He moaned as he used his hand on hers to grind it against his swollen shaft. Her hand involuntarily spasmed, and instinctively closed around him. He thrust his hips up into her touch, groaning.

"Mmm, Baby Girl. Your hand feels so good on me. Touch me more."

He guided her hand into the opening of his boxers and she felt the hot steel of him. His cock was surprisingly soft, like hot silk. But hot silk wrapped around a steel pole. She gingerly flexed her fingers around him, feeling the slight give the muscle had. He covered her hand again and pulled it and his raging hard-on from the opening. She got her first look at him fully.

To her inexperienced eyes, he looked huge. The shaft was fairly symmetrical from top to bottom, only getting a little wider where it met the base. The head was slightly larger than the shaft, and had more give to it.

Hunter guided her hand in a stoking motion, beginning under the head, and moving down to the base, then traveling back up. He helped her for a few passes before he let go, leaving her to continue, on her own. She soon found a good rhythm, if his moans and thrusting was any indication.

"Hey Baby Girl, stop a moment." He said.

She stopped her stoking, looking over at him. He lifted his hips, and shucked the boxers off, tossing them onto the floor.

"Much better. Please, continue," he smiled cheekily. "And don't be afraid to really grab it. Not in a death grip, but it won't break if you're holding it little firmer."

Her hand returned to its previous ministrations, gliding up and down in a steady motion. She rubbed her thumb across the tip when some pearly fluid began to leak out. He groaned and tightly closed his eyes at that small movement. She used the moisture to swirl her thumb around and around his head, causing more to drip out.

"Put it in your mouth. Lick it." He quietly demanded.

Faith looked up at him, to be sure she heard him right. He nodded, with a serious expression in his eyes. She bent down and lightly flicked her tongue against the tip. She did a couple more tentative passes before she looked over at Hunter for more instruction. He rolled his eyes at her, before he opened his mouth.

"Seriously, Faith? That's your best effort?" He growled in disgust.

"I told you I don't know what I'm doing!" She shot back. "And you're not giving me any tips."

"Okay, try this. Pretend is an ice-cream cone mixed with a blow-pop. How would you go about eating a blow-pop? Just do that. Except don't bite. Whatever you do, don't bite. And be sure to use your lips to guard your teeth."

Faith had to giggle at the biting part, and then went back to work, trying Hunter's suggestion. She once more grasped ahold of his shaft, and this time gave it a long slow lick. She watched Hunter's expression and body language to see if it was working. His body jerked and he uttered a low moan, his eyes closing as he arched his neck.

'I guess that worked out alright,' she thought. She decided to try it again, only this time when she came back to the top, she wrapped her lips around the tip. Hunter hissed in a slow breath, and groaned.

"Damn, Baby Girl. That feels so good. Now suck it in deeper. Go as far down as you can."

She did as he asked, and drew in farther into her mouth. She kept going until he hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little. She then came back up to the top, before going back down, only this time she stopped before she gagged.

"Use your hand too. Your hand can also help to keep you from gagging." He said in a gravelly voice.

On her next pass down Faith used her hand first and then followed right behind it with her mouth. Using her hand as a buffer for the base made things go a lot easier. She started falling into a rhythm: up, down, up, down, rubbing her tongue along the underside. She noticed that if she speared her tongue as she came to his tip he would writhe more.

She decided to try experimenting on her own and began to vary the speed. She would go slow and then pick up speed, bobbing up and down a few quick times, before slowing down once more. Hunter's moans would escalate when she would speed up, but then become deep pants when she slowed the pace.

"Fuck Baby Girl. You're driving me crazy." He groaned.

Faith smiled around his shaft. Turnabout was fair play she decided, as she kept licking and stoking him. She started going faster and faster, sucking him deeper and harder. Suddenly he let out a hoarse shout, tangling his hands in her hair. She felt a jet of warmth shoot deep into her mouth. The amount surprised her, filling up most of her mouth. She quickly jerked her head back, and another shot of cum hit her in the hallow of her throat. She involuntarily swallowed a small amount and found that she didn't mind the flavor. The consistency was another matter. But as she had nowhere else to put it, she swallowed the rest.

Hunter sat up shocked, watching the undulations of her throat, as she swallowed his massive load. Faith just looked back at him, with a questioning gaze. When she was done, she used the back of her left hand to wipe off her mouth, her tongue running over her lips. She then started wiping the rest of his cum off her neck with her right.

"Can I get something to drink, please?" She asked.

Hunter scrambled off the bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor, and rushed out the door, down the hall to the bathroom. He quickly returned with a cup of water. She drank it down greedily, and used the towel Hunter had thought to grab to clean off any missed residue from her throat and hands.

"Thanks. I was really thirsty." She said handing him both the now empty cup and towel. She then lay back on his bed.

"Yeah, no sweat." He said laying down next to her.

"Was it okay that I did that? After, you know...?" She hesitantly asked.

"When you swallowed?"

She nodded, blushing.

"Oh, fuck yeah it was. That was awesome. No girl has ever done that for me before."

"Really?" She said, leaning up on her arm.

"Yeah. Most girls won't do that. They think it's gross."

"Huh," she said, pondering. "I didn't think it was that bad. The taste was kind of salty, but not that gross."

Hunter leaned up, grabbing the back of her neck, and kissed her long and deep.

"You keep doing things like that, and I'll never let you go."

Faith smiled, and nestled into the curve of his arms. Sometimes you had to fight, just so you could make up.

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