by Jessica Sin
When it was all over, I pulled my flaccid wet cock out of her vagina, and she turned around to kiss me full on the lips.
***HE’LL LOVE HEARING ABOUT THIS***
She and I lounged in front of the warm fire place after we had sex together. We were both still completely naked. I was sitting on the carpet with my back against the couch, and Lindsey laid across the floor with her head on my lap.
“Was it what you expected?” she asked, breaking the long silence. “Did you enjoy making love to me?”
I began rubbing my fingers through her hair. “You have no idea. That was by far the best sexual experience of my life.”
“And with your older neighbour no less.”
“That’s what made it so special,” I replied. “Having sex with you is something I’ve thought about for years, never thinking it would actually happen. You’re the perfect woman as far as I’m concerned.”
She lifted her head slightly and gave me a soft kiss on my leg. “You’re so sweet. And just so you know, that was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had as well. There’s something about this that’s so much more loving than anything else.”
“I really can’t argue with that. But do you think we could ever do this again? You know, with your friend to visit in a few days…”
With her head still on my lap, she looked up at me and smiled. “She likes to joke about how it’s only a matter of time before you and I engage in a little fun. Trust me, se’ll LOVE hearing about this.”
“Really? I’ve always known that she’s a really smart woman,” I replied humorously.
“Well she was certainly right about us eventually getting together,” she said as she kissed my leg again. “And since I told her that he was wrong, I guess I’ll have to make it up to him with juicier details about what you and I have been doing while he was away.”
She then got on all fours and positioned her face towards my crotch and gently kissed the head of my flaccid penis. The first kiss was just her lips pressing itself on me, but the second time, she kissed it harder and more forcefully, causing an immediate reaction on my part.
“I love watching you grow,” she said, staring at my manhood coming to life.
“Your lips feel so good. Don’t stop.”
She turned to me again and winked. “I wasn’t planning to…”
Her mouth turned its attention back towards my growing erection and planted several more kisses. She brought her hand towards my groin and used her delicate fingers to lift my hard cock, and gave the head of my hard cock a big wet kiss from her puckered lips.
“Do you want me to lick it?” she asked teasingly.
“Oh of course I want you to. Do it the way I’ve been fantasizing about for all these years,” I replied.
“I’ll do it even better…”
She stuck her tongue out and ran it against the full length of my shaft, tasting her own dried fluids after I had been in her moments earlier. I became even more erect as I felt her tongue bathe me. She licked me up and down, side to side, before swirling her tongue around my head and briefly taking me inside her mouth to suck.
Just as I was in the middle of enjoying her oral pleasure, she pulled her mouth away and got up to kneel over me, with us face-to-face.
“Hold your erection up with both hands,” she ordered. “This is going to feel a little tight.”
I held my saliva covered cock upwards as she asked. She then reached down with her two hands and spread her cheeks apart, leaving her anus wide open for me as she lowered herself. And as soon as the tip of my cock touched her most intimate of areas, she spread the ring of her anus even further so that my head could enter her rectum, which had to struggle it’s way in.
“Oh my god…that feels amazing,” I told her, feeling her tightness.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “It does. And we’ve got several more inches to go.”
I watched her bite her lower lip while she continued lowering her body on to me, with my cock pushing its way inside her rectal area that felt as tight as a grip of a hand. It was clear that her body was struggling to get used to something foreign going up that tiny little hole in this unnatural act; but it was equally clear by the look on her face that she was enjoying this experience as much as I was.
Her hands clasped around the back of my neck, and with her rectal area loosening up to my hard cock inside of her, she was able to gyrate her hips even more forcefully. She closed her eyes as the pleasure we shared intensified, and her lips began to quiver.
“Rub my clit…rub it…” she desperately moaned.
She didn’t have to ask twice and I began furiously rubbing her clitoris with my thumb. And that only served to reinvigorate her as she used even more energy to lift her body up and down on my cock inside of her anus. It wasn’t long until I saw the same look on her face as before, where her eyes squeezed shut and her face twisted with pleasure- she was having another orgasm.
My thumb was relentless in playing with her clit as she was enjoying my cock up her ass. She reached down and also brought one of her own fingers to her vagina, so that both of us were pleasing her sensitive area together. Her back suddenly arched and her mouth widened, and a stream of clear fluids rushed out from inside her vaginal opening. She was squirting. She let out a loud scream and even more fluids sprayed itself onto my body and onto the floor. That was more than enough to send me over the edge as well to my inevitable second orgasm inside of my her body in one morning, but this time it would be in her tight little rectum.
When it was over and the both of us had orgasmed, she collapsed right on top of me, completely exhausted.
***
Her head rested on my shoulder while my flaccid penis was still inside her anus. We were both still recovering from the incredible orgasms we shared, and were still breathing heavily. I could feel her heart beating through her breast and onto my chest, as well as the trickles of sweat which were starting to form.
“Ughhh…that was phenomenal,” she finally gasped. “I’ve had a lot orgasms from anal penetrations before, but never like the one you just gave me.”
“Well, to tell you the truth, that was the first time I’ve ever given anal to a woman before, and I’m glad it was with you. So thanks for that, I really enjoyed it as well obviously.”
“No need to thank me, you’ve just given me a plot and most of the dialogue for my next story,” she said playfully, leaning forward to give me a big kiss. “It’s me who should be thanking you.”
The End
Oral Servitude
I was absolutely heart broken at the time.
My fiancee had recently left me just as we were about to move in together after college. It literally came out of nowhere. One minute she couldn’t stop telling me how much we were perfect for each other, the next, she still needed space to find out who she is as a person (whatever that means) before should could settle down with someone.
So, we parted ways, and since I didn’t want to move to a house that she had picked for us, I took up my friend’s offer to stay with her for a little while. And frankly, I didn’t mind doing that since I’ve always considered her and her sister to be some of my closest friends.
Now let me tell you a little bit more about them first:
My friend is a fairly wealthy woman. She’s smart, classy, and outgoing, with natural curves to her voluptuous body that leaves no shortage of men gawking at her whenever she goes out. She’s always had a somewhat decent career as a writer, but once she ventured in the realm of romance novels, her modest income grew to a small fortune thanks to her several best-sellers. We had met during a Spanish course and got on like a house on fire.
As for her 19 year old sister, Becky, she can be a real hand full. Growing up with her, there was nothing she loved more than partying and flirting with boys. She was thin, popular, stylish, and was on the cheerleading team. She was that kind of girl. Anything she wanted, she got. Ironically enough, as much as she loved her inde
pendence, she turned out to be a real momma’s girl once she got older. She didn’t want to move out of the house like I did and instead chose to live with her mother to attend a local college.
Sure they were always very close, but it wasn’t until I moved back in with them that I realized how much things had actually changed.
Oral Servitude
“Oh, my poor boy,” my friend Sarah sighed as she greeted me at the door with a suffocating hug.
“I’m okay. I’m okay,” I tried telling her. “You’re overreacting. I’m fine.”
She leaned back and gave me a loving smile. “I guess you’re right. I probably am overreacting. You’re a young man now, but my maternal instincts will always be there. You know that.”
“At least I’ll always have someone to spoil and pamper me when I need it. No one does that better than you.”
“Very funny,” she replied, slapping my arm. “I’m just glad to see that you’re doing well. You know, my sister and I never did like that fiancee of yours. Trust me, us women are much better judges of other women than men are. So if you want my advice, make sure you get Becky’s opinion and mine before you commit to anyone else in the future. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
“You got it,” I smiled. “Speaking of which, where is that little brat? She always comes to greet me whenever I arrive. I could use an extra hand carrying my luggage and it’s fun bossing her around.”
She gave me a playful wink. “She’s been excited to see you all week, and I’ll let her know that you said that. I’m sure she would be thrilled that you called her a ‘brat’. But she isn’t home right now. She’s interning at a fashion design company for her summer break. She’ll be back soon, just in time for a special dinner and dessert I’m making. Now let’s get you settled.”
***CUP OF WATER***
I did a lot of reminiscing that night. It felt wonderful to be at her house again and not having to think about how long I could stay. We had a fun evening filled with laughing and conversations. It’s always great to be around people you love, especially after a bad break-up.
But unfortunately, it also turned out to be one of those nights where it was hot, I couldn’t sleep, it was humid, along with plenty of tossing & turning in bed, ect…
I was pretty far from being able to sleep despite the long day and it being late at night, so I got up and headed down the stairs for a cup of water.
Then suddenly, I heard it:
“Oh god…”
‘What the heck was that’ I thought to myself. Anyone with half a brain could have figured out that it was a female voice moaning in sexual pleasure. And if I didn’t know any better, it sounded like Becky. Maybe that horny little brat was watching porn or something in the living room (which seemed like something she would do). And hopefully, that moan was from a woman who just sounded like her on the television.
“Oh god…”
‘Okay, that was DEFINITELY Becky,’ I thought again.
When I took another step down the stairs, I found out why: Becky was sitting on the couch with only her pajama top on, and she was completely bare from the waist down with her legs spread wide open and her feet up in the air. What was even more jaw dropping was that her mother was on her knees performing oral sex on her!
My heart pounded furiously and I was absolutely stunned. I watched as Becky ran her fingers through her mom’s hair, as her mom pressed her lips tightly against Becky’s labia, doing all sorts of sexually explicit things with her mouth and tongue. Seeing a mother/daughter coupling blew my mind.
I didn’t know what to think or feel and my mind was spinning like a roulette of emotions. Was I supposed to be angry? Was I supposed to be disgusted? Am I wrong for becoming aroused by the sight of incest?
Becky’s feet started to shake in the air and her legs began to tremble. Her moans became louder and it was obvious that she was on the verge of an orgasm. I obviously didn’t want to get caught, so I quietly went back to room and did the only thing I could do that point- take care of my erection.
***COOKING, CLEANING, & SUCKING COCK***
I had just finished breakfast in the dining room when Sarah came to greet me after having taken a shower. She looked refreshed, and she wore a loose blouse as she normally does. Becky was at her internship again so she and I were home alone.
“Good morning,” she said in her usual cheerful self. “Did you sleep well? I bet it feels great to sleep in a good bed again doesn’t it?”
“You’re right about that,” I replied. “It’s good to be here.”
“What’s the matter? You seem a little distracted by something. Are you still upset about your break-up? It’s always important to talk about your feelings as a way to cope, and to eventually recover. So now that we’re alone and you’re settled in nicely, you can talk to me about anything.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now.”
She sat down across from me on the dining table and gave me a concerned look. “I’m your closest friend. If you can’t open up to me and trust me, then something is wrong in our relationship. You know how much I think honesty and being open is the most important part of making a friendship work. So please, if there’s anything you need, or anything you want to get off your chest, I’m here…”
I mustered up my courage and replied, “Okay, there’s something I want to talk about, but it’s not about my break-up. Late last night when I went downstairs, I saw you and Becky…you know… strolling down the sapphic side if you know what I mean. I’m not judging or anything, but I’m still pretty shocked to say the least.”
“Oh god…” she gasped to herself. “I…I’m so sorry you had to see that. I…I don’t know what to say…”
“Weren’t you saying something about the importance of honesty?”
“This is different…”
“How so?”
She sighed, “It’s a long story. And I’d hate to bore you with it.”
“First of all, there’s no way that a story of why you were going down on Becky could be boring. Secondly, we’ve got nothing but time around here. I can’t think of anything better to do.”
She took a deep breath. “Here it goes, but first, I need to give you a little back story on how this all came about: It started on my 20th birthday nearly thirty years ago. My mother had passed away a few weeks prior and my father was still grieving. As difficult as it was for me, it was even worse for him. He became so lonely and depressed. I tried my best to cheer him up, but nothing ever worked. Like I said, it was my birthday, and I just wanted us to have one day in that period of time where we could be happy together. Now, this is where the story gets a little dirty…”
“I’m an adult. So I can handle an adult story. And frankly, this does sound kind of interesting.”
“Good. So I’ll get straight to the point; I used to spy on my parents having sex. Keep in mind that this was almost 30 years ago and it was a much different generation. We didn’t have cable tv and sex was still a very taboo thing. I was 18 when I first started watching them. At that age, I knew what sex was and what it looked like. But what fascinated me the most was seeing my mother use her mouth on him. I had no idea that was even an acceptable practice, let alone seeing it done that often. My dad loved it, and my mom seemed to love doing it as much as he loved receiving. She used her mouth on him more times than they had sex. Anyway, on my 20th birthday, I decided to take care of my father orally to make him feel better.”
“What?” I questioned. “Now when you say you took care of him ‘orally’, do you mean ‘orally’ orally? Or is there another meaning for ‘oral’ that I don’t know about?”
She made a round shape with her fingers, an O-shape with her lips, and then she stroked her fingers in front of her mouth to simulate oral sex.
“Is that clear enough for you? Hw loves his blowjobs. All men do. What, and you don’t?”
“Okay okay, I get the picture,” I replied, holding in my laughter from the humoro
us image she made. “So now that we’ve got that settled, please continue your story…”
“Well, to put it bluntly, I gave my own father a blowjob to make him feel better. And it worked. I sat down and gave him a hug. Then I told him how much I loved him and how much I wanted to see him happy again. I told him that I could never replace mom, but that I wouldn’t mind doing some of the things she did around the house; and that included cooking, cleaning, and sucking cock. He didn’t try to fight or stop me when I unzipped his pants to free his manhood. In fact, he was hard as a rock at that point. The blowjob I gave him was my first time ever doing it. And it certainly wasn’t my last with him. He sorely needed relief and I gladly gave it to him.”
