by Mia Moore
Amanda nodded. That sounded great. She tilted her head. “Is there some kind of ritual or protocol when someone wants to have sex with you?”
“Well, ‘Wanna fuck?’ is a good phrase to use,” Mila said with a grin.
“Or ‘May I go down on you?’” Elena chimed in.
“Or ‘Would you care to join us?’ I like that one,” said Matt.
“I see. Pretty up front,” Amanda said nodding. She looked over to Josh and Carrie. “I would like very much to suck your cock, Josh.”
“Are you any good?” he asked with a smart ass smile.
She wandered over to the edge of the hot tub. “I have no idea. I’ve never sucked a cock.”
“Ohhh. So I’ll be your first,” he said standing up. He glanced to Carrie who nodded back at him. He gave a small smile. “To what do I owe the honor?”
“Well, I already know from the last time I was here that you’re a nice guy and you have a nice dick. I think you’ll be patient with me.”
“Just watch the teeth,” Mila said with a snort.
Josh stepped up onto the deck from the hot tub and crossed over to Amanda. He was more than a head taller than her, but her eyes were glued to his cock as he stepped up to her.
She licked her lips. She was really going to do this!
Carrie and Mila stepped away from her when Josh was in front of her. He bent his head down to her, and put his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up to him. She gazed into his deep blue, almost purple eyes for a moment until he bent his head forward and kissed her.
It was a succulent kiss. He was a big man, over six feet tall, and so unlike Mila’s petite mouth, his mouth encompassed her own easily. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in—no, it invaded—her mouth with an intensity she never had with a guy before.
He was going to score with her. He knew it, and so did she. There was an absence of the hesitant uncertainty that had always been present with guys she had kissed before. Josh’s confidence in where this was going was a turn on in its own right. She felt her knees grow week as she put her arms around his neck.
In a single move, he scooped her off her feet, making her feel light as a feather. He held her kiss as he stepped over to a large patio lounge chair. It was the size of a double bed, and the backrest was set at a reclined angle. Effortlessly, he bent his knees to sit on the edge and still holding her he twisted and lay her down onto it.
Now on top of her, he climbed between her legs. She felt his cock nestle up against her pussy lips, like a bbq sausage resting in a bun. She broke the kiss and looked at him.
“Not that, just the blow job, okay?” she said.
He nodded with a smile. “Just getting myself into position, Amanda, don’t worry.” He continued to roll over until he was supine on the lounger beside her. His hand went down to his swelling cock. “The rest is up to you, baby.” His eyes were half closed in passion.
‘Well, here goes nothin’!’ She thought to herself as she scooted down the mattress, aligning her head with his hips. She glanced over at the hot tub seeing Carrie and Mila get in. They were all chatting quietly amongst themselves thank God. She was self conscious enough as it was.
Josh had half turned towards her as she hitched over, his hand still massaging his cock.
She brought her face close, almost awestruck and cupped her hand over his. He took his hand away and for the first time in her life, she encircled her fingers around a man’s penis.
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod kept running through her brain. All of the porn movies online, all of the nights playing the internet role playing; all her sexual imaginings put together didn’t hold a candle to this experience. She moved his shaft aside so she could nuzzle right into the spot where his beautiful, wonderful chubby shaft met his groin and inhaled deeply.
He smelled so… manly! A deep aroma of flesh filled her. It had a salty tang to it, even though he just got out of a tub of scented hot water. She watched her own hand in wonder as it grazed up and down his shaft, softly kneaded his balls and wandered back up.
“You don’t have to handle it so lightly, Amanda,” Josh said in a quiet voice. “I’m not saying punch it like bread dough, but you can be a little firmer.”
Good to know. She gripped it now, like it was a garden hose. Holding onto it, she got up on her knees. Her hands went to the base, and she lowered her mouth over the crown.
The taste of a droplet of precum fell onto her tongue. It was heavenly. A creamy, salty tang with a hint that was almost lemony in its tartness sparked a buzzing sensation on her clit. He kind of tasted the way he had smelled just a moment ago! She yawned her mouth open wide and lowered her head, taking as much of his shaft into her mouth.
“Oh that’s niiiice,” Josh’s voice flowed over her ears.
She felt the ribbing of the veins of his manhood slide across her tongue as her head descended. She kept slowly pressing her head down until she felt her gag reflex twitch and backed off a little.
“Keep your hand around it just outside your mouth, baby,” Josh said. “Go down as far as you can, and come back up all the way off until your hand’s on the very end.” She felt him shift underneath her a bit. “Then it’s just a case of rinse and repeat!”
She chuckled with a mouth full of cock, and the concept made her chuckle again.
This wasn’t bad at all!
She kept her head bobbing up and down and found it amazing to feel Josh’s cock grow thicker and firmer under her grip. It grew harder. She pulled her mouth off and starting at the base, squeezed her hand upward towards the tip of it. And was rewarded with another dollop of Josh’s cum. A bigger dollop, it oozed out of the small slit and rested right at the top like a good sized pearl.
She bent her head down and sucked it into her mouth, rolling it across her tongue. Yep, she was destined to be a cum slut. The taste and smell of it pushed her own arousal up even higher. She felt her hips roll in agreement.
“Getting a little squirmy, huh?” Josh’s voice was husky with lust.
“Mmm-hmmm” she said.
“Keep up the good work!” She glanced up to see him ease back onto the lounge. “You got a real knack for this.”
She felt his hand on her back and he began to stroke her in time with her head moving. Again, her hips twitched involuntarily when he moved down to her waist. He stopped at the small of her back and was rubbing in small circles.
“Now take it out of your mouth, look at me and kiss it, baby. Guys love that.” The intensity in his voice was remarkable; his voice was like flowing lava.
She adjusted herself so she was looking into his eyes with her mouth still full with his cock. His head was slightly as he watched her, his mouth taking slow, deep savoring breaths.
She slowly pulled her lips up his shaft, removing them with a slurpy smack at the end. She felt her mouth widen in a smile of pleasure.
“You like licking my Ice Cream Bone, huh?” Josh said.
Still holding his shaft, she pursed her lips into a bow and began to kiss his soft crown. The contrast between his now hardwood shaft and the softness of the end of it struck her. She watched his eyes glitter as she planted slow, lingering kisses across the top. Holding it to the side, she began to kiss the length of it, still keeping contact with his eyes.
“Ohhh Josh!” came out in a whisper.
“Oh yeah, Amanda…” he replied just as softly.
Her eyes began to flit from his eyes to her hand as it began to stroke up and down the length of his manhood.
“Now just give your wrist a half turn while you’re doing that, baby; like you’re wringing out a facecloth.” When she began to do that, he continued, “When you get to my knob, give it that twist, just a little more firmly.” She turned her attention to his cock, now listening to his voice and his body’s response to her work. “Oh yeah! Just like that!” he gasped in approval.
She rose up onto her knees to get a better angle. The skin to skin contact between her hand and his cock began
to feel a little dry, so she spat onto his shaft, hearing his voice murmur in approval, “Yeah, like a tight, wet hot pussy, baby. Your hand’s the tight part, and your mouth makes it all wet!”
She kept the rhythm up now, and put her mouth back onto his shaft, letting her saliva flow freely as she gripped his meat tighter.
A fleeting sense of power and pleasure flitted across her mind. She was going to make him come with no risk to herself; and she couldn’t wait to taste it… to swallow it…
His hips began to gyrate under her, the slabs of muscle in his ass causing his hips to pop off the cushion and back down. She heard his breaths start to come in raspy snorts.
She tore her mouth away from his cock, making sure to keep up the rhythm. “Come in my mouth, Josh! I want you to come in my mouth! Pleeeeease!” She whipped her head back to his cock and began to whimper her desire as she resumed sucking him off.
What had started out as a lark now consumed her. She needed him to come as badly as he did!
She began to roughly massage his balls now, encouraging his climax. She pressed a finger against the brown pucker of his asshole, rubbing it up and down. ‘Come in my mouth you fuck!’ screamed in her head, surprising her.
He began to buck under her now. Oh God, he had to be close!
Again she tore her mouth from him. “Come in my mouth you fuck!” she hissed, and put her mouth back onto his pulpy, now purple knob.
“Oh SHIT!” he cried out as he clutched her hair, fisting it in his hand. “Oh fucking SHIT!”
A small blob of semen oozed out onto her tongue. It felt like it was a tiny daub from an eyedropper. ‘That’s all?’ she thought to herself.
Before the thought was finished registering, she found out that nooo… that was just the start!
A thick stream that same salty lemony pulsed from his cock into her mouth, followed by a second one now jetting from it. She tried to swallow, but there was so much of it now! She relaxed her head back, still keeping her mouth on his cock, giving herself a little room. With a gulping action, her throat worked to get it down.
‘I want all of it!’ The greedy, insatiable thought flitted through her head. Who was this woman that possessed her? As Josh bucked and thrashed under her, pulling and yanking at her hair, she focused on slurping and sucking as much of his seed as her mouth could hold and swallow. Still, runnels of his cum got past her lips and coated her hand.
Her ears were roaring, and Josh’s cries and bellows sounded muffled.
It tasted so damn good. He tasted so damn good! When his spurts ended, she took him from her mouth and began to lick up the overflow from her hands and the surface of his cock. Up and down, her head continued to bob, down to his hipbone as she lapped up his juices like a hungry kitten.
“Oh baby, oh baby, oh bayyyybeeee…” Josh murmured, softly stroking her head as she finished him up.
She rested her head in the crook of his crotch, her hand still holding his cock and smiled sweetly. “That was awesome!” she said. “Holy shit, I didn’t have a clue how cool it could be!”
Without warning, she suddenly felt overwhelmed. Her eyes flew open wide and she began to gnaw at her lower lip. Josh became blurry all of a sudden. What the hell? Her eyes were tearing up?
“Hey…” said Josh, sitting up a little. He leaned forward and held her shoulder. “You doing okay?”
She gasped. No, she really wasn’t. What the hell just happened to her? One minute she felt like some porn star finishing a scene, and now she just feels rocky and shaky?
In one fluid move, Josh put his hands under her shoulders and pulled him up beside himself. He rolled to the side and tucked her into his neck as she began to tremble. She curled into a ball, feeling… naked!
“Hey…” Josh’s voice was a soft caress. She felt him shift in the lounger, and the next thing she felt was a thick beach towel drape over her. She clutched it to her chin as he gathered her under her arm. “It’s okay, Amanda; your body’s just catching up with itself.” He was stroking her like she was a jumpy colt, long firm draws of his hand from behind her neck, down to her waist and back up again. “You’ll collect yourself and this will just pass in a few minutes, trust me.”
She didn’t dare to say a word, because if she did, she’d probably start bawling or something.
She felt so naive and stupid.
“You’re an exceptional lover, Amanda. I can’t remember the last time I had so much pleasure so quickly.” Josh’s voice was still low in her ear. She believed him; she heard the smile in his words without having to look up. “The only thing I feel badly about is how this has shaken you up. I mean, I can see why; it’s your first time and we hardly know each other…” he let his voice fade.
She nodded into his shoulder. He had a point.
“But, y’see, it’s kinda cool to have gone this way…” He was still stroking her, his hand now warming her back as she felt her trembles begin to ebb away. “It was a fabulous experience for me… and I think for you, too. I’m going to treasure this memory…” His hand stopped it’s up and down motion and just made small circles on her back. “It’s a special thing we shared… but I think the really cool part is that we’re playmates, not lovers.”
Playmates not lovers? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
As if he heard her thought, Josh said, “The emotional content is pretty well removed. I mean, you don’t have to worry if I’ll respect you in the morning, because you already know I will. You also don’t give a damn whether or not I call you in the morning, because we’re playing, not having a relationship, see? This is a lot simpler for you emotionally; and for your first time, I think that’s a good thing.”
Still keeping her eyes closed, she said, “Simpler? This is simpler? I just gave my first blow job, and I’m a hot mess and you’re saying that’s simple?” She snorted. “Are you nuts?” She lifted her head. “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard!”
He looked into her eyes, his own crinkled in a smile. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah! What kind of mumbo jumbo was that!” she shook her head.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“What then, you want me to call you in the morning? You want me to send flowers or something?”
“No! I mean yes!” She stopped. Slowly she shook her head from side to side. “No…” The penny dropped. “You don’t need to.” She let go of the death grip she had on the edge of the towel and pushed herself up and kissed the tip of his nose. “It was really fun, wasn’t it?”
He nodded. “Yes, it really was.”
She felt the towel slip away as she put her arms around him and squeezed. “And we’ll do it again, sometime?”
“Of course!” He held her by the shoulders and looked in her face. “You ARE really, really good at it!” They both laughed.
Chapter 16: Not Surprised
For the next hour she had worn the towel like a toga, pulled all the way up to her armpits and knotted in the front. Even though she agreed with everything Josh said, and she absolutely refused to give into the gnawing urge to cut and run; she was going to take it easy for the rest of the party.
She watched as Mila’s wet dream came true, however.
Mila got out of the hot tub and headed to the kitchen. “I’m grabbing another round, anyone else want anything?”
Even though she got a chorus of ‘no thank you’, she tapped Amanda’s arm. “Come in and give me some help hon.”
Wha—? Help with what? When she went to reply, Mila flexed her eyebrows and jerked her head towards the kitchen. Girl talk. Oh. She got off the bar stool by the hot tub and followed her inside.
After she closed the patio door behind them, Mila said, “You gotta get back up on that horse, Amanda.”
“Up on the horse?”
“Yeah. I saw how you kind of fell apart after going down on Josh. You need to get it on with someone else here before you leave.”
Amanda folded her arms. “Oh really.”
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sp; Mila nodded.
She felt her face pinch. “I thought there wasn’t any pressure at these parties.”
Mila stepped over to her best friend and put a hand on her arm. “I’m not pressuring you! I’m giving you some really good advice!”
“Unsolicited advice.”
Mila rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, right! Like I would expect you to come up to me on the side and say ‘Hey Mila, I just blew a guy’s rocks off and then had a minor meltdown. What do you think I should do for an encore?’” She folded her arms. “To be honest, I’m surprised that you didn’t run out of here the first chance you had.”
The side of Amanda’s lip pulled up. “To be honest, the thought crossed my mind.”
“Well, why didn’t you?” The look of concern on Mila’s face was genuine.
“I was worried that if I cut and run, I probably would never try something like this again, or worse.”
Mila nodded. “Then we’re sort of on the same page.” She held up a finger. “I think you got a little spooked, and that you’re still a little skittish.”
“Oh yeah? You’re some mind reader or something?”
Mila shook her head no. “No. I just noticed that you’re the only one out there not naked.”
She was right, of course. Everyone else was getting in and out of the hot tub, taking a break sitting at the bar beside it in their birthday suits. She was wearing the beach towel like a suit of armor. She couldn’t even say because it was chilly—Josh and Carrie had a set of patio heat lamps going full blast. Nobody had said anything about her towel until now.
And if Mila, who was never the most empathetic person noticed, everyone else must have too. Again, she felt her face heat up. Then the irony of the situation hit her and she giggled.
“What’s so funny?” asked Mila.
Amanda shook her head slowly. “I’m feeling embarrassed because I’m with a group of strangers with my clothes on! It’s like an inside out version of that bad dream you would have of showing up to work naked!”
