Jenny laughed. “We might not need him at all. Aren’t the dildos due tomorrow?”
“They are indeed. If Willie Judd does his usual round, they should arrive between ten and eleven tomorrow. Gary can rest while we three girls play with our new toys.” Mum laughed. “Or more likely, wander around with his camera.”
“Tempting,” I said, with a grin. “See you two in the morning, Jenny and I are off to explore the joys of oral sex.”
“A lot, if you do it right,” said Mum. “Now, go!”
And we went.
In my bedroom, Jenny and I drew each other closer and kissed, a warm, loving kiss. Eventually, Jenny broke it and leaned back in the circle of my arms, smiling up at me.
“So, how do we do this?” she asked, “I’ve never blown anybody before. Heck, everything sexual I’ve ever done has been with you, or Elizabeth and Betty, and only the last couple of days with those two.” She laughed. “Not counting masturbation.”
“I’ll lie back on the bed, you kneel between my legs and we’ll get JT completely hard first, then sort of fuck yourself in the mouth, with a little bit of suction, and some tongue play, okay?”
“I think I can manage that,” she said. “Okay, big boy, assume the position.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
I lay back, my legs spread, JT firmly erect. Jenny blew me a kiss and then bent forward and her long hair fell forward, obscuring her face, but I felt her lips touch a kiss to the end of my shaft, then her mouth opened and JT was enveloped in warmth and wetness. She took me in as far as she could, until the gag reflex caused her to pull back a little, then she began to bob her head back and forth, almost letting me slip from her mouth — almost — then coming forward again, filling her mouth, her tongue playing over the head of my cock as she moved. For an avowed beginner, my lovely Jenny was turning into an ace cock-sucker!
“That feels great, sweetheart,” I murmured, “just keep doing what you’re doing and you’re going to make me come.”
Her hand moved from where it rested beside my thigh and gave my fingers a quick squeeze in acknowledgement, but the steady movement of her head never faltered. I don’t know if I was just ready, or whether it was the novelty of the situation, but I could feel the fain stirrings of a climax building and I relaxed into the moment, enjoying the fact that my lovely Jenny was giving me a blow-job. I knew, when it was over, I was going to return the favour and get her off with my mouth, and I was looking forward to tasting her. As Mum had said, ‘Jenny has a tasty pussy’.
I lay back, just enjoying the moment. Jenny was moving a little faster now that she was more comfortable with what she was doing, and I could feel my climax building.
“Getting close, sweetheart,” I said, not quite steadily, “finish me off with your fingers if you want.” Somehow, without missing a beat, Jenny managed to shake her head ‘no’, and carried on. That did it, and I could feel my climax building, building. “Gonna come, sweetheart, gonna come … now!”
But by then she knew as my jizz had blasted into her mouth, and I could feel her swallowing frantically to keep from spilling my seed, but I was slowing now, the peak over, and just a few pulses were left. At last, only thing I could do was twitch and Jenny sat back and smiled at me.
“Well, that was different.” She frowned. “Needs seasoning, I think,” she said solemnly, “but I’ll be happy to do that again sometime. If you want me to, that is. It might have been awful, I don’t know.”
“It was the best blowjob I have ever had,” I said, “and any time you want to do it again you’ll find me ready and willing.”
“Good,” she said, bending forwards to give me a quick kiss, letting me taste myself. She sat back on her heels, nipples erect on her lovely breasts. “What next?”
“Next, my lovely Jenny, I eat you,” I said, “but come lay next to me for a few minutes while we anticipate.”
“Ooh, I like anticipation,” she said, grinning, then bent to give me a quick kiss before laying herself beside me,snuggling into me like a kitten. I swear she purred. My arm was around her shoulders and I bent over to kiss her, quick and light, this time.
“Was I really good?” she asked.
“You were, one of the two best blow-jobs I have ever experienced.”
“Well, since that was my first time, who was the other?”
“Guess.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes, just before I fucked her for the first time. She blew me, I ate her and then I fucked her, just as I’m planning to do to you, sweetheart.”
“I can hardly wait,” said Jenny, grinning, then paused, thoughtful. “How did it feel, fucking your own mother?”
“Incredible, I could hardly believe it was happening, but as she said, it was the most intimate and personal way she could thank me for saving her life.”
“I don’t know if I could fuck my dad, but if he wanted to I’d find it difficult to say no. I mean, I love him. Mum too, of course, but I think there’s a special bond between father and daughter.”
“Between mother and son, too, I think.” I paused. “Ready to be eaten?”
Jenny laughed. “More likely drunk than eaten. All this sex talk has just got me wetter.”
“Excellent! Assume the position, Miss Talbot.”
“And what position would that be, Mr Welch?”
“Comfortably on your back, with your legs spread so that I can get at your delectable pussy.”
“Like this, you mean?” said Jenny, wriggling herself into exactly that position. I could see her pussy clearly, flushed, visibly moist, a little open. I moved to kneel between her legs, then leaned forward, breathing in deeply. Ah, yes! The unmistakable scent of the female human animal in heat!
“You like my smell?” said Jenny, curious.
“I love it, just makes me harder,” I said, indicating my stiffening erection.
“Good,” she said, satisfaction in her tone. “Eat me, please, then give me some fucking!”
“You like being eaten?”
“I loved it when Betty ate me, so let’s see if you’re as good as her.”
I laughed. “Challenge accepted. Ready?”
“Always!”
I leaned forward, extended my tongue, and ran it up Jenny’s slit, anus to clitoris. She squeaked and twitched.
“Mmm, I like it!”
So do I, baby. Hot, salty-sweet, pungent, I laved the length of her slit with my tongue again, then nipped at her labia with my lips. Her fingers were in my hair, gripping lightly. I let my tongue roam over her nether regions, exploring the valley between thigh and labia, pushing my tongue as far as I could into her pussy, never pausing in my oral exploration of her. She moaned softly as my tongue flicked over her clitoris, so I did it again, eliciting another soft moan. I lifted my head slightly.
“Getting close, sweetheart?”
“A little ways yet, love, but it won’t be long. You have a very talented tongue there,” she added with a soft laugh.
“And you have a very tasty pussy, babe. Mum was right. You taste good!”
“I’m glad you like my flavour, that’s both of us happy with our dish of the day,” she said, with another soft laugh, followed by a squeak as my tongue flicked her clitoris. I began to concentrate more on her clitoral area, tongue lips, never ceasing.
“Getting close, baby,” she moaned, “getting really close!”
Inspired, I swept my tongue over her clitoris, then let her feel my teeth. She came, oh, boy, she came, her fingers tight in my hair, her thighs clamoing my head, her pussy trying its best to draw the seed from the non-existent penis that had brought her to this state. The intensity couldn’t last, of course, and her fingers loosened, her thighs unclamped and I sat back on my heels, JT pointing firmly upwards. Her eyes drifted down, mine followed, then I looked up at her. She nodded.
“Yes, sweetheart, get that fucking thing into me and fuck me senseless!”
We tried, JT and me, we tried, and somehow I managed to bring my lovely Jenny to climax again as my own hit me and we rode the storm together, clinging to each other, her hips driving back at me as hard as mine were driving me into her. Eventually, inevitably, the storm died and slowly we gained our equilibrium again. Jenny stretched up and kissed me, quick, light, loving.
“I don’t think I could take too many climaxes like that,” she murmured. I snorted.
“Me, either, babe, but it was good, wasn’t it?”
“Our best so far,” she said, and kissed me again, then lay back, smiling up at me. “Love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart, love you lots. Shower?”
“If you can bear to sleep with my sweaty carcass, no. Just a washcloth and towel, we can have a swim and a shower before breakfast. Maybe another fuck, too.”
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