Quiet. I’m busy, I said, kissing her again. She kissed right back. Her fingers slid under the waistband to caress my ass, then parted again to come back around front, sliding my boxers down my legs a bit as she did so. By the time her hands got there, my dick was rock-hard.
Even though I could feel the contact coming, it still made me gasp. Jen’s mouth moved down to my neck, which was amazing. My hands sought out her breasts, giving them a decent squeeze. Now it was her turn to gasp as my fingers twirled spirals around them, winding closer to her nipples. I watched, amazed and exhilarated, as they hardened at my touch. I pinched them gently between thumb and forefinger and she squealed, squeezing my dick tightly.
I realized that I’d never actually touched her boobs before, which was funny, considering all the other stuff we’d done (and were currently doing). I went for broke and kissed her chest, right between them. She groaned in response, and I was only too happy to continue. I took one nipple in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, earning more squealing sounds. The whole time she still had my cock in her hands and was trying to stroke it, but it was obvious I kept breaking her concentration.
I had a sudden realization, then. I kissed my way up her chest, to her throat, chin, and finally to her lips, where she kissed me back fiercely. “I think it’s time,” I said, “to pay you back a favor.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What does that mean?”
Instead of answering, I kissed my way back down her chest (giving her nipples a couple good tongue-swirls on the way, of course), and kept going. There’s something very tender about kissing a girl’s stomach, and I enjoyed every second of it. I gently pushed on her body as I did, rolling her over onto her back. I could hear and feel her breathe faster, and she murmured “Oh, God…” She must have realized what I was doing.
Well, whether she did or not, I was soon between her legs, inches from her pussy. I just looked at it for a second; I’d never seen one this close. The lips were pinkish and slightly parted from all the excitement, and I could easily smell her. I pushed the lips farther apart with my thumbs, and she whimpered.
Let’s see, I thought, remembering my anatomy classes. If that’s what that is, then her clit should be right… about… I stretched out my tongue, and tasted her pussy for the first time. I must have hit the right spot, because her back arched up off the bed and she cried out. But she didn’t stop me, so I grinned, and kept going.
I lost all track of time, so I have no idea how long I was actually eating her out. At some point her legs came up around either side of my head, and my arms curled around her thighs, holding them against my shoulders. Jen’s trembling fingers alternately brushed through and gripped my hair.
My tongue explored her. Her sex was hot to the touch, very, very wet, and had a taste unlike anything else I had ever tasted. I decided that, while it wasn’t bad, it was probably an acquired taste, but one that I was all too happy to acquire. I recognized the hard bud that must have been her clit, and focused on that. I received no argument.
Like I said, I have no idea how long I was down there, but after a while her fingers gripped my hair hard enough to hurt, and I heard her cry, “There, right there! Keep doing that!” My tongue had been rapidly flicking her clit back and forth and was getting tired, but I thought that she must be close, so I wasn’t going to stop now. I concentrated and fought past my own discomfort, rewarded by the feeling of her body tensing up tighter and tighter.
Abruptly she pushed me away and rolled her head into my pillow, screaming into it. She sagged, limp, panting, and sweating. I rose up on my knees, grinning and wiping her slick wetness from my chin.
Oh my Goood, she moaned. “That was amazing.” I just laughed. Like the first time I’d given her an orgasm, I felt ridiculously proud of myself. And like the first time she’d given me one, I suddenly realized her sudden need for the bathroom. I got off the bed and, holding my hand to my chin, made my way down the hall.
A few splashes of warm water later, I returned. Jen looked like she hadn’t moved, but she reached out for me as I approached. She pulled me on top of her and kissed me deeply. “That was amazing,” she repeated. “Thank you.”
I was still grinning. “Just returning the favor.”
Well, feel free to return it anytime you like, she said, laughing breathlessly. “That was… I can’t even describe it to you. You sure know what you’re doing, I’ll say that.”
Well, I can say the same for you.
Oh, that’s right, you haven’t come yet, have you? Well. We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?
About that.
She raised both eyebrows. “Hmm?”
How… far are we going to take this?
She gave me a smile that looked partly apologetic. “Not that far. Not yet.”
Okay. Just, you know, setting boundaries.
Don’t think I don’t want to, she said, giving me her serious face. “I do. Especially after that. But I’m not ready yet. Okay? Is that okay?”
Of course it’s okay.
Good. She kissed me again. “Now. Let’s get you taken care of.”
She scooted down the bed until her face was at my stomach. Spitting on her hand, she gripped my cock and pumped it with twisting motions, spreading the wetness all the way around it. I groaned and let my head fall back, just letting her work. She gave me a sort of hand- and blowjob, alternating between taking me into her mouth and giving me quick pumps with her fist.
It was incredible. Again, I warned her when I was about to come. She jacked me off so fast her hand was a blur, and let the first spurt shoot up and onto my stomach, but then quickly put my cock back in her mouth for the rest of it, sucking and swallowing. When I was done and my limp dick slipped out from her lips, she scooped up the come that had puddled on me with her fingers and, like that first time, sucked it off of them. It was still incredibly hot. I remember thinking that she acted like she was an old pro at this; girls didn’t normally like swallowing a guy’s come, did they?
She flopped onto the bed next to me, grinning. “How was that?”
I felt completely drained, but very, very satisfied. All I could do at first was grin back at her and laugh like a maniac. “Oh, Jen, that was wonderful.”
She hugged me, burying her face in my chest. “Good.”
We laid like that for a while, a long while, just holding each other, until my stomach snarled in complaint. We both looked down at it; I gave an embarrassed chuckle and Jen giggled. “Yeah, it’s probably time we ate something,” she said. “Come on.”
For the first time we were brave enough to go downstairs naked (and let me tell you how much I enjoyed watching her ass sway on the steps). We ate, and then, like we said we would, we never put on a single bit of clothing the rest of the day. Mom and Dad got home even later than they’d expected they would, calling us around dinnertime to check on us. I think both Jen and I were equally amused and shocked to see each other talk to our parents on the phone while we were still naked. Man, if they only knew.
Anyway. The early warning system told us when it was finally time to get into our usual Saturday sweats. They felt really weird after going without them the whole day. The parents crashed as soon as they got back, and Jen and I weren’t far behind. We were pretty exhausted ourselves, having, you know, “entertained” each other a few more times that day, in my room and on the couch in the den (just hands, though; no oral). Jen risked giving me a kiss goodnight, and told me she loved me. I returned the sentiment gladly, smiling as I said it.
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Parent Post: You First – by KentonVK
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