Paul shook his head and took another step away from the door.
“That giant bulge in your brown little bottoms says you do,” Celeste giggled again, pointing to his shorts. The slight silhouette had bloomed into something that promised to make her very, very happy.
Celeste glanced again at the empty streets and closed curtains, then fell to her knees and ran her hand along the inside of Paul’s shorts. “I can’t do this, Mrs. Sinclair,” he said. Celeste tried to pull Paul inside but he wouldn’t budge, so she closed the door, then kneeled behind the wall of her porch, invisible to the street.
Paul turned to face Celeste, trying once more to pull away. She pulled him like a rag doll toward her, tore his pants down, then freed his cock and balls from their prison.
“Well, Paul, judging by this sudden problem of yours, you won’t be going far. You’ll probably want to take care of this right away, and unless you want cum in the cabin of your big brown truck, I suggest we take care of your problem right here.” Her voice was in a full Marilyn Monroe, lips pouting, innocent eyes up, swearing to turn dirty.
“You didn’t want to come inside with me, but I guarantee a minute with my mouth will convince you.” Without another word, Paul shoved Celeste against the porch wall and thrust his cock inside her hungry mouth.
Celeste purred at the feel of his dick, not as long or fat as Johnny’s, or as big as she expected given the size of Paul’s hands, feet and bulge, but none of that mattered. She was a queen with her lips. The look on Paul’s face proved it.
Celeste had expected a nice pounding for at least a few minutes, so she felt a sharp pang in her middle when, still on her knees behind her porch wall less than a minute later, Celeste tasted pre-cum as Paul’s cock started to throb.
FUCK!
Celeste tightened her lips around Paul’s shaft and sucked faster, her head bobbing from head to base, swallowing his entire dick as he slapped his hand hard against the door and growled.
Paul’s pulsing cock emptied its creamy reward into Celeste’s mouth. Her lips kept traveling the shaft, licking him with a lingering tongue until every drop was gone. She took a final swallow and rose to her feet.
Paul had his pants up by the time Celeste was standing. A second later he had his digital clipboard and stylus both in hand, and was walking as fast as he could toward his truck without so much as a mumbled thanks. That was fine with Celeste, he’d be thanking her every time he jerked off for the next year, she was sure of it.
Paul’s truck was roaring down the quiet street just seconds later. Celeste stepped back inside the house and thrust her hand into her soaking wet panties.
FUCK!
Fred said he was close. Celeste wondered what that meant, and if she had time to spend a few minutes with her bottom drawer before he showed. She considered leaving the front door open so Fred could come in and help her finish what she started.
Celeste closed the front door and picked up her iPhone, vibrating on the table.
A text from Fred: Outside, NOW!
Celeste would have thrown on a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt, but the NOW! from Fred’s text seemed especially urgent. She threw on the jacket she kept by the door, then stepped onto the porch and glanced to her right, toward the rear alley.
Fred was sitting in the alleyway in his smoke colored Maxima, staring.
Shit!
He must have seen everything, and was probably pissed. But then again, what the hell did he expect? Fat guys might have their favorite cheeseburger joint, but they’ll eat with an appetite all over town.
Celeste walked to the edge of her house, then rounded the corner toward the alley, refining her excuses to Fred with every step. She knelt by his open window and saw Fred’s fingers tight, wrapped around his engorged cock, already covered in pre-cum.
He looked up and his eyes widened. “Uhhh…I was just watching...” He stroked faster. “I’m about to cum!” Celeste leaned into the open window, pushed herself across the center console, and wrapped her lips over Fred’s bright red head.
He exploded in her mouth, drowning her tongue in a blanket of cum. Her mouth slid to the bottom of his shaft, then all the way back to the top, clearing his cock of everything but a fine coat of saliva.
“Sorry,” Fred said.
“It’s fine,” Celeste pulled herself from the Maxima. “How long until you have to get back to the office?”
Fred looked at his watch and said, “An hour and 14 minutes.”
“Okay,” she said. “You’re gonna give me two servings of white honey today, even if it takes you an hour and 13 minutes and a broken dick to do it. Get inside the house, NOW.”
Celeste turned and walked back toward her porch. Fred folded his soft cock into his pants, pulled up his zipper, then stepped from the car. “Anything you say, Celeste.” He followed her, smiling.
XXX
Autumn Cole: Cum And Say Thank You
Autumn flushed the toilet, then stared at herself in the mirror. She looked good. No, great. Her hair, freshly cut, was a wave of honey blonde ringlets; perfect, natural, undeniably sexy.
She puckered her lips, smiled, then opened her mouth wide and slipped an invisible cock inside. Autumn held her mouth in an O, then made doe eyes and started bobbing her head back and forth.
She slipped her fingers into the V of her tee, then under her bra, and felt her perfectly erect nipple, capping her swollen, smallish for a C-cup breast. She moved her hand from the inside of her shirt to the inside her loose skirt, then under the elastic of her black thong and onto the already slick surface of her slit.
Tonight would be amazing. Autumn had been waiting for more than a month, and had sucked a good dozen cocks dryer than a desert to get here.
She pretended to jerk the invisible dick, then waited for the load that wasn’t there to land in her mouth. Autumn quietly squealed, pulling the imaginary shaft from her lips as its jelly splattered her face.
Autumn giggled, then turned out the light and returned to the living room.
No way, she thought, hearing the music. He didn’t really just put on, “Your Body is a Wonderland,” did he?
He had, and John Mayer was proving it note for note.
Good God, Mayer was such a cheese dick. Sam had probably read that he was the key to the clit somewhere. Probably in Maxim. Mayer wasn’t the only tweak to the ambiance since Autumn went to the bathroom. Sam had set clusters of candles in small islands around the apartment. The light was dim and shadows flickered against the walls.
Romantic cliché 101.
Autumn wasn’t sure if Sam had read the candle tip in the same magazine, but even if he hadn't, it was likely the same article with different words. But really, it was sweet. He was trying to make tonight special, and wasn’t that what she was doing? Isn’t that what she’d been doing for the last two weeks?
His effort, even if it included John Mayer, was exactly why she liked Sam so much, maybe even loved him. Autumn couldn’t count the number of guys she’d been with since high school, but none were a fifth as thoughtful as Sam. Kind, funny, and smart, with a nice layer of accidental muscle, and a mop of hair that was cuter than it had any right to be, and much more adorable than he realized.
Sam had no idea what Autumn was like in high school, or in the three years of college before they met. Autumn wasn’t offering details. He put on the cliché because he was trying to be romantic, because he wanted to impress her. Just one of the things that made Sam perfect – one of the things that made her want tonight to go so perfectly.
“Would you like a glass of water?” Ice cubes clinked as Sam handed her a glass.
“Yeah, thanks,” Autumn said, taking a sip. “John Mayer, huh?”
“You like him?” Sam smiled.
Autumn shook her head. “No, I think he blows.”
Sam laughed. “I thought all girls liked John Mayer.”
“Only the ones who suck.” Amber smiled, then licked her lips and said, “And I don’t mean in a goo
d way.”
Sam looked startled, which made sense since Autumn had never really said anything like that before, not to him anyway. Unlike every other guy she had been with, Autumn was almost shy with Sam. They had been dating a month, and she had been head over heals from Day One. Sam, too.
Odd as it was, and as young as they were, it felt right. Though neither had said it out loud, Autumn was sure Sam felt the same as she did: they had each found the one.
Which was why tonight had to be perfect.
Autumn had always had a casual relationship with boys and sex, ever since her sister Celeste had loudly fucked her boyfriend Tim, every chance she got and whenever their parents weren’t home, right on the other side of their shared wall.
Their parents had been gone a lot.
Autumn was nine and Celeste 17. If sex sounded half as much fun as whatever was happening on the other side of the wall, well, Autumn couldn't wait to be a teenager. When she was finally old enough, Autumn enjoyed it for all it was worth. She never placed a boundary between sex and commitment. Sex was like food, a basic human apetite. If you could share a meal with anyone, why couldn't you fuck them, too?
Autumn didn’t see the difference, as long as you weren’t in a committed relationship, promising monogamy. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the way the world saw it. When a guy slept with every girl he could find on every day ending in Y, he was considered a stud. But a girl who enjoyed sex and sought it often, was universally seen as a slut.
Sam was a good guy, the best Autumn had ever met. And she would have a long and wonderful lifetime to fuck him silly if things worked out. But she had to get them to work out first.
She wanted Sam badly, more than she’d ever wanted any other guy. Autumn would have done the deed with Sam several times over if Celeste hadn’t talked her out of it. Of course, she and Sam had made out and done all the basic middle school stuff already. Autumn had given Sam several handjobs, and let him jerk off and cum on her tummy, which he seemed to love, though he always acted shy about it.
After meeting with Celeste for coffee two weeks earlier, Autumn was browbeat into a brand new plan.
“You don’t want to fuck him yet,” Celeste insisted.
“Why not? It’s been two weeks. And the timing feels right.”
Celeste shook her head. “Look,” she said, “If I could go back and do things differently with Rick, I would. But I can’t, so I’m going to help you instead. And I’m telling you, Autumn, if this is the ‘one,’ then you have to make it matter. My advice,” Celeste looked Autumn in the eye more seriously than she would have expected given the tone of the conversation. “Give him a hummer he’ll remember the rest of his life, then fuck him into the ever after the following day. He’ll be yours as long as you want him.”
That sounded great to Autumn, so much so that she was getting wet just thinking about it. “Okay,” she said. “But I’m ready to do that tonight.”
Celeste laughed, wildly, and shook her head. “No you’re not.”
They were at Peppermint Patty’s, an amazing bakery with great pastries and impossibly fresh coffee. “One minute,” Celeste said, then texted something on her phone. “Okay, afternoon canceled. All yours!”
Celeste spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon proving how little her baby sister actually knew about giving great head. Autumn thought she knew how to suck cock like a thousand dollar whore, but after an hour, she realized she only knew card tricks compared to her sister, who was apparently David Copperfield when it came to cock swallowing.
Celeste used a banana, zucchini, and a handful of dildos to show Autumn every move that mattered, though she centered most of her advice where it counted most: mindset.
“Enthusiasm is like 98% of it,” Celeste said. “And that doesn’t just mean you’re into his dick, it means you can’t live without it. You can’t just mean it here,” Celeste pointed to her head, “or even here,” she pointed to her heart. “You’ve gotta feel it rocking your box!” Celeste pet herself between her legs and cackled.
Celeste continued. “You have to worship his cock. Rub it across your face and cheeks, brush his tip against your lips, cover your mouth with his pre-cum. Swallow as much of his dick as you can. Arouse yourself, and never keep your desire quiet. Feel it in your pussy, and let him know when you do. And remember, every moan matters.”
Autumn pictured herself on her knees, worshipping Sam’s handsome cock, suddenly soaking. She wanted to leave her sister’s house and race to Sam’s, but Celeste had her captivated. It wasn’t that she was saying anything Autumn hadn’t heard before. Really, she was only reciting every other issue of Cosmo. Difference was, Celeste was a pro, and it wasn’t theory. Celeste practiced what she preached, and did it every day of the week.
Celeste had a small group of men who worshiped her, and would do just about anything she said, because of the way she treated their dicks. Celeste shared a few stories here and there, but Autumn knew one of her sister’s boy toys, Johnny, rather well, so she also knew Celeste’s adventures were a larger part of her life than she let on.
Celeste, still instructing, removed a rubber cock from her mouth and said, “You want to maintain eye contact as much as possible. Your eyes should stay big and hungry. And keep your hair out of the way.” Celeste tucked her long strands behind her ears. “He doesn’t want to see your hair, he wants to see you worshiping dick. You can take it out of your mouth – breathe, change positions, wipe your pussy on it, whatever – but keep your eyes on him as much as you can.”
Celeste dropped the dildo on the bed and looked over at Autumn. “I promise Autumn, most women are shit when it comes to giving head. They just think they rock because blowjobs are like pizza, and even a crappy one is gonna be the best part of any guy’s week. But I promise you, the women who can really kill it, well, they could run the entire planet from under the desk. Of course,” she added, her voice slightly sad, “They have to crave the cumshot, and apparently I married the one man in the world who doesn’t.”
Celeste had major problems in the bedroom with her husband, Rick, which was why she had so many other men coming and going. “Seriously sweetie, learn to do this right and you will be one of the few women in the world who can truly, deeply satisfy their man, and not just when he’s twitching and shooting. Do it like I show you, and every time Sam’s hand is covered in cum, you’ll be the one on his mind, even if he’s coming home from a strip club where Dixie Normas or some other bitch had her double D’s all up in his face. Not only will Sam be eating from your hands, he’ll make it his life’s mission to repay you with amazing sex, the way you like it best, plus favors, presents, and well, you name it.”
Celeste smiled at her sister, then scooted closer, dropping her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper, even though the house was otherwise empty. “But you’ve gotta remember,” she said, “even the best techniques mean nothing. It’s all about YOU. Most girls think an out of this world hummer is about giving their man pleasure. And sure, they’re right. But they’re looking at it backwards, and that means they enjoy their blowjobs less. Worse, their guys subconsciously know it, and that makes them feel insecure. You don’t want Sam to feel like he’s taking something from you: time, effort, energy, whatever. Don’t want to think, I’m going to give Sam an amazing blowjob. Think, I’m going to get myself off while sucking Sam’s throbbing cock! instead. Believe me, that alone will make all the difference in the world.”
“I totally get it,” Autumn said, impatient and cycling through excuses in her head, searching for anything that would get her out of Cocksucking 101 and over to Sam’s apartment.
“Sorry,” Celeste said, reading her sister. “You’re not leaving, yet. I canceled an afternoon’s worth of face-fucking for you.”
Autumn gasped. “Celeste!”
“Well, it’s true,” Celeste said. “And you’re going to listen. First off, you’re not ready for Sam. Not yet. And second, you haven’t heard my best advice. I’m about to ha
nd you the keys to the kingdom, and tell you something no one else ever will. Are you ready?”
Autumn nodded.
“It’s simple,” Celeste said. “This is the one thing that can turn even a marginal blowjob into something unforgettable.”
“What is it?” Autumn asked, impatience growing.
Celeste smiled. “Say thank you after you swallow. Just whisper those two simple words after he shoots his sticky into your mouth. Open your mouth, show him his load, give him the sluttiest look you can slap on your face, swallow, sf then, with an even bigger smile, say, Yummy, baby. Thank you. That was amazing! Or something like that. There’s nothing more powerful.”
“That’s amazing,” was all Autumn could think to say, stunned by the simplicity of her sister’s suggestion. She had to leave, needed to get to Sam’s as soon as possible.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Celeste said. “And you’re not ready.”
“What?”
“You need practice.”
“I’ve had plenty of practice,” Autumn said. “I’ve been sucking guys off since I was 16. Now I’m going to use everything I know and everything you showed me to give Sam something he’ll never forget.”
“You’re not ready,” Celeste repeated. She took her sister’s hands in hers, then looked in her eyes. “I promise,” she said. “Just give it two weeks and practice every chance you get. You will thank me later. If I’m wrong, rub my face in it for the rest of our lives. But I won’t be, and because I’m right, Sam will be rubbing his face wherever you want him to for as long as you want it!” Celeste laughed again.
“I can’t do that,” Autumn shook her head. “I really, really like this guy, maybe even love him. And I don’t want to be with anyone else right now.”
“I swear,” Celeste insisted, “you’re doing this for him. Two weeks. That’s it. Believe me, I love Rick. I really do. But he doesn’t know how to put a smile on my lips,” Celeste giggled. “Make the same mistake and you’ll be miserable. We’re enough alike for me to know you’re gonna be unhappy if you end up with a guy who can’t fuck you right, or if you don’t figure out what it is you like in the first place. Two weeks,” she repeated. “hook up with every guy you can, give ‘em all you got and get what’s yours. It’s just sex, Autumn, a human need, no different from sharing a meal, right? Sam probably wouldn’t give two shits if you shared a burger with some guy from Sigma Chi, so it’s a bit bullshit that feeding your bottom lips is any different.”
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