"Who was the first woman you ever tasted?"

Ellen's lips curl inward with hesitation. "I guess I did say anything," she says. "Okay. Let me whisper it to you."

You step over to Ellen, sitting on her bed, and hold the moist dildo by your side as you put your ear to her lips.

She whispers the answer. A wave of giddiness goes through your body as you imagine them together. Your cock, already hard, twitches up and pops out of the hem of your underpants. Your mind fills with more questions...when? how?

Ellen taps your shoulder. "You owe me big time now," she says. "C'mon."

You kneel on the fluffy rug next to Ellen's bed and brace your elbows on the bedspread, lifting one end of Ellen's monster dildo to your lips. You close one hand around the bright pink shaft six inches below the head, feeling a slight stickiness from Amy and put the other hand below. It's flexible rubber with a definite "give" to it. And only now does it click that Ellen's dildo is so ridiculously long because it's designed to be used by two people at once. Sure enough, there's another head at the other end. A whole new set of images flashes through your head.

"Wake up, dreamboat," Ellen says, prodding you. "You told me you wanted to be famous. Pretend it's a microphone."

You laugh as Ellen's little joke breaks through your own shyness, and ham it up. "Okay boys and girls, this one goes out to America's sweetheart Ellen," you say into the bright pink cock head. "Ellen, this is for you."

She covers her mouth. Her cheeks quiver and her eyes twinkle with laughter.

You breathe in Amy's pleasant, sharp musk one more time, open your mouth, and lick up Ellen's dildo from your hand to the tip like an ice cream bar or a stick of candy. You smack your lips wetly together, echoing Ellen's directions to you. Amy tastes a little more salty than sweet, but definitely sexy and tasty to you. You continue your "licking an ice pop" impression, glancing up to meet Ellen's eyes every so often.

Ellen's rocking gently on the bed next to you, her eyes intent on your lips and tongue as they slickly swab her dildo shaft. Her chest rises and falls quickly and deeply, pushing her ample breasts up and down, inches from your nose.

Since Ellen is looking really turned on, you cut loose. Tilting your head left and right, you slash alternating licks up the shaft, exaggerating your motions into hungry lunges toward the dildo.

Ellen's lips part, and her wet tongue tip circles them. She's fascinated, turned on by how much you're getting into it.

You finish up by gobbling up the head and running it in and out of your lips like a round candy on a stick, making wet kissing and sucking noises. You imagine a giantess's nipple, a goddess's clit. Finally you slow to a stop and drag the head out s-l-o-w-l-y between your lips. You take a deep breath and smile at Ellen.

Ellen uncurls her legs and lifts her dress, revealing her long, stocking-clad legs. "God, that was so sexy seeing you gobble up my dildo," Ellen says. "Lick me!"

You put the dildo aside and shift yourself toward Ellen's open legs. She quickly skins down her panties. Sooner than you expected, the glorious moment. Her fleece is golden and covers her mound, running down alongside her plump outer lips. She leans back and spreads herself, showing her inner lips, light, bright pink and shiny-wet to the eye.

You kick off your shoes, crawl up between Ellen's legs and pause. You want to dive in, but those imaginary pictures of Ellen's first taste are haunting you.

"Not so fast," you say. "You left me hanging. You told me who, but nothing else. First tell me about your first taste of another woman."

"Ohhhhh," Ellen whines.

You rub your cheek on her stockings. So smooth and silky. You kiss lightly on her silky-soft inner thigh above her stockings, one side, then another. Then you raise your head.

"Okay," she says.

You feel a warm flush of anticipation.

"Stinker," she says.

You run your lips along her thigh again.

Ellen sighs. Her hand settles in your hair.

"Here's how it happened," she begins.