by Boswell, Ben
It got a little chilly with the AC on, and we ended up curling up under a blanket on the sofa. I loved the feel of her body against mine, and not surprisingly things got a little touchy-feely.
She'd been rubbing my crotch for a while through my jeans when suddenly she disappeared under the blanket. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock, and then she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I helped her by lifting myself off the sofa as she pulled down my pants.
She licked my prick playfully and let her silky hair trail over my crotch, which has to be one of my favorite sensations, ticklish and fraught with anticipation. She stroked my cock with her cool, small hand. And then she took me in her mouth.
I gasped. In pain. She was sucking on me hard. Her teeth scratched me. She starting bobbing up and down like a woman possessed, which only made things worse.
"Oh jeez, Ashley, stop for a second," I exclaimed, my tone maybe a little more harsh than I intended. I yanked at her.
She sat back up. She gave me a pout.
"What's the matter?"
"Well," I said as kindly as I could, "there are, um, ways to make that feel better."
"Jimmy and Trent didn't complain."
I laughed. "Most guys your age are so happy that a girl as hot as you is going down on them that they wouldn't complain even if you drew blood."
"Did I make you bleed?" She asked, aghast.
I laughed and stroked her cheek. "Not yet, but I didn't want to take that chance."
She laughed a little, still obviously feeling a little defensive.
"Listen, I'm guessing you picked up some of that from porn, but that's a bad model. All that rough stuff looks good on film, but doesn't feel so good in real life."
"Okay," she replied, "so..."
"Well, the thing about it is that you want to neither suck nor blow. It's much more about using your mouth like a... like a...." I hesitated.
"A pussy?"
"Erm, yeah. But even wetter and with tongue. Here try this," I said pushing my finger into her mouth.
She sucked on it.
"More gentle. You don't really need any pressure. Just let it slide wetly past your lips."
I pumped my finger in and out of her mouth slowly.
"Now use your tongue," I instructed.
She licked my finger up and down as I continued to pump it in and out. I pressed a second finger into her mouth. It took her a few moments to adjust, but soon she was giving my digits a quality hummer. She'd get better over time, but at least she wasn't causing pain anymore.
"That's it. That's nice," I encouraged her.
"Can I try on your wiener?"
I chuckled. "Sure."
She disappeared back under the covers and took me again in her mouth. It was like night and day. Her mouth was wet and soft, her silky hair all over my lap.
"Hmm, that nice. That's right. Nice and wet. Lots of tongue. You can use your hands too."
She was an eager pupil, and it was that thought more than anything else that really got me going. She took me extra deep.
"Oh God, Ashley, you need to stop, I'm close."
She kept bobbing up and down on my shaft. "I'm not eighteen, you know. If I finish now, I'll be out of commission for a while."
She peeked out from under the blanket, while still wetly stroking my cock.
"That's okay. It's still early, and I'm sure you have plenty of other ways to entertain me.
She disappeared under the covers and swallowed me back deep into her mouth.
"Ashley?"
She gave an exaggerated sigh and look up at me again. "What does a girl have to do to be allowed to finish off her man around here?"
I chuckled. There was something just so cute about her.
"That's just it," I said seriously. "You know, right, that you don't have to let a man finish in your mouth or on your face? Some guys think because they see it on the Internet they have a right to it or something. Anal too. But you should never feel like you have to. You know?"
She smiled. "You're sweet, Uncle Danny. And yes, I know that. But can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Would you enjoy it? Finishing in my mouth, I mean." I hesitated for a second. "Be honest," she added.
I nodded.
She smiled and ducked back beneath the covers again and slurped wetly on my cock.
I moaned softly. I'd never actually finished in a girl's mouth. Back when I was dating in the late-1970s and early-1980s there was a lot sex, but oral was less common. It was easier to get pussy than head. Virtually no girls let you finish in their mouths. That was a hooker move. And facials were uncommon even in porn. Joanne had sucked my dick thousands of times over the years, of course, but always a form of foreplay.
Ashley was working my shaft deftly now, her tongue swirling around my glans before taking me into her mouth again. She gently fondled my balls. I closed my eyes, relaxed and let the sensation wash over me.
"Oh God, I'm close," I moaned.
She swallowed me deep, deeper than she had yet. I gasped and came hard. Ashley let out a muffled moan and quickly swallowed my first spurt. She kneaded my balls more firmly now as I spurted three more times in quick succession. When she gulped that down, she let my cock slide almost completely out of her mouth, sucking just on the head as she pumped her fist up and down my shaft, milking every last drop of jism into her mouth.
When she was done, she gave my cock a last quick kiss and sat up beside me.
"God, you're amazing," I gushed in post-hummer bliss.
“Looks like I’m a good student,” she noted. "Judging by that smile, I think you'd buy me a car now if I asked for it."
I laughed. "I don't see you as the mercenary type."
She gave me a naughty smirk. "I dunno. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, sugar daddy." She giggled at her own line.
On the television an amazingly fit woman in skimpy workout attire was yelling at an obese woman who looked about ready to fall off a treadmill.
"Do you care about this?" I asked.
"No," she replied, her hand on my thigh. "Let's go to bed."
***
My "wiener" was out of action for a while, and we spent that time in bed naked, kissing, sucking, touching, tickling, giggling. I massaged her back, rubbing from her shoulders down to the tiny taper of her waist. She had the cutest little Venus dimples on her lower back.
I rolled her over and played with her breasts, sucking on each nipple until it was wet and puffy. She was writhing from the attention, moaning softly. I went down on her soaked pussy. The moment my tongue touched her clit she exploded, her pussy getting even wetter.
I keep mentioning how wet she was because, well, it was amazing. It reminded me of when I was first dating Joanne. She'd gone out for drinks with some guys from work. That always made me crazy with jealousy because two of the guys made no bones about the fact that they wanted to bone her. But you can't follow your girlfriend around 24/7, so at some point you just have to trust her.
Joanne was supposed to come over after the happy hour, but she was late, and didn't knock on my door until almost ten. I was itching for a fight, but she just latched onto me and kissed me hard. She reeked of booze and sweat. "We went dancing," she slurred.
She rubbed my crotch. "I want you," she hissed.
I reached down between her legs as well. She was soaked, soaked through her jeans. We stumbled over to the sofa and peeled off our clothes. The smell of her hot cunt hit me like shot, a rich, musky aroma. Even thirty years later, I can still remember it. I tried to finger her, but she pushed me away.
"Just fuck me," she gasped.
I shoved my dick into her wet, puffy snatch. There was no romance. I just banged her hard. It was an angry fuck. I was angry that she'd kept me waiting. Angry that she'd let someone else get her so turned on. Angry because I suspected she might have done more and that I was actually getting sloppy seconds. She always denied that things had gone that far, though she d
id admit that some lines were crossed. But I'll always remember her coming home like that, panties completely soaked through.
Ashley was now getting as wet as Joanne had been that night. Her juices got all over my face, they glazed her inner thighs. I ate her tight little snatch enthusiastically, and her panting, gasping response gave me just the right encouragement to keep at it, even when my jaw got sore.
There were lots of hot moments. I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue circling the hood. She gasped and came hard, her stomach muscles visibly contracting. Then after a little break, I went down on her again. This time she got so excited that she grabbed my head and held it down as she pumped her hips up and down roughly. Then finally, I rolled on my back and she climbed on top, a full body 69.
I loved her mouth on my cock, but what really got me excited was her pussy humping up and down on my face, her erect nipples pressed against my belly, the feel of her twisting and writhing and bucking in ecstasy.
She slid off me, face down on the bed, exhausted. My dick was finally back in action. I climbed on top of her and stabbed my cock between her wet thighs. Her wet, puffy pussy seemed to almost reach out and pull me inside. I filled her with a single thrust, and then stayed there like that, completely buried inside her for a couple of minutes as I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek.
Then, I fucked her hard, trying to drive her down through the mattress. She was virtually swallowed up by me, the two of us moving together, covered in sweat. She was almost mewling, especially as I started thrusting harder and harder. I came what felt like a gallon inside her.
I lay on top of her for a few moments, catching my breath, before rolling off and onto my back. She threw an arm and a leg over me and nuzzled her face into my neck.
"I think I’m falling in love with you," she moaned.
I hesitated. The same thought had crossed my mind, though just fleetingly.
"Do you mean that?"
She lifted her head and looked at me intently for a moment. "No, I guess I don't. I was just channeling my vagina for a second there."
"So your vagina is falling in love with me?"
She giggled and nodded.
I kissed her on the nose. "My wiener feels the same way."
She hesitated for a moment. “No, I mean, seriously. You’re amazing.”
I felt a surge of pride go through me. It was literally intoxicating to hear this gorgeous, young woman praising me as a lover. My head spun a little, probably from the swelling. But as much as I wanted to revel in it, I needed bring her back to reality.
“I’m not, you know. I’m not, I guess, anything special. At least not in bed.”
“My vagina disagrees.”
I laughed. “You’ll see. You know what makes it good?”
She shook her head. “Your wiener?”
“No, just letting go. I know that sounds weird. Zen or something –“
“Zen?”
“That’s what we called it in the seventies. I think you kids, these days, say mindful. Anyway, that’s why you’re enjoying it with me. It’s not my wiener, but it’s because, well, you’re not trying to impress me. You’re just you, taking it as it comes, not worrying about what’s I’ll think of you. In the moment, you know.”
She paused, thinking about it. “Maybe,” she replied thoughtfully.
“It’s harder if you’re worried they’ll talk about you or whatever.”
Ashley chuckled ruefully. “Trent told everyone about us, like right after it happened.”
I nodded. “It gets even harder when you really like someone, and you get so worried about what they’ll think about you. The first time Joanne and I….”
I trailed off. It was bad enough I was cheating on the woman I loved, it felt even worse to be talking about her in our bed. Sharing intimate secrets. I cut the story short as I could.
“…. It was a disaster. I was so trying to impress her. And her me. Anyway, you get the idea.”
She nodded, but then a lewd smile crossed her face. “I still think your wiener has something to do with it.”
She punctuated the point by dropping back under the covers and again sucking my prick into her hot, welcoming mouth. But this time I was done. I coaxed her back up and pulled her into an embrace, gently caressing her long, golden hair until she feel asleep in my arms.
Chapter Six
I woke up early; forgot the fucking blinds again. I got up and shut them to let Ashley sleep, and then went downstairs for breakfast and the Sunday paper.
I had read most of it and was on the crosswords when Ashley appeared around 11:00am. She'd showered and was wearing Joanne's bathrobe. It occurred to me I'd need to do a lot of cleaning up to hide evidence of our affair. The bed surely reeked of sweat and sex. But I didn't have much time to contemplate that further.
"Do you like it?" She asked coyly as she let the robe slip open.
She had shaved off her trimmed, natural blond muff and was now completely bare. In a way, that seemed like messing with perfection, but I couldn't really argue with the result. Part of it was that I'd never seen a shaved pussy in person before. I'm old enough that the full bush was the norm when I was young, and over the years, Joanne had taken to trimming, but never come close to being fully shaved. As much as I wanted to let her know that she didn’t have to act like a porn girl to please a man, I was delighted that it was there to give her the inspiration.
She approached me and stood there frankly, her beautiful, tight, little pussy staring me in the face.
"God, you look good enough to eat," I groaned lasciviously.
She grinned. "Just the reaction I was hoping for."
I grabbed her by the waist and placed her on the breakfast table. She spread her legs wide. I sat back down, pulled the chair close, and buried my face in her snatch. She was already very wet.
"Have you been playing with yourself, you naughty girl?"
"Mmmm, yeah, I couldn't help it, thinking about what you'd do to me."
I spread her labia and sucked her clit into my mouth. She gasped and bucked her hips. I'd had pancakes, and in an impulsive moment I grabbed the bottle of maple syrup and poured a generous helping all over her pussy. I lapped at her, relishing the mix of flavors and textures. I looked up to see her, eyes closed, her head flailing from side to side as she pinched her own nipples in passion.
Some of the syrup dripped down toward her tiny, puckered asshole. I'd never eaten ass, but I went for it without hesitation, licking her anus. She went rigid for a second and then shuddered as if taken with a chill.
"Oooooh, that's so dirty," she moaned.
I pressed the tip of my tongue into her butt.
"Sooooo dirrrty," she growled, her voice dropping an octave, as she bucked up and down, coming hard, her pussy and ass both pulsing visibly.
That was too much for me. I stood up, knocking my chair out from under me and tore my sweatpants off. I buried my cock into her pussy in one savage thrust and came almost immediately.
I felt lightheaded and collapsed cross-legged onto the floor. She lay on the table, panting, absent-mindedly rubbing her pussy as I looked up at her. She finally sat up and rolled off the table onto the floor beside me with catlike grace. She fixed me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes.
For a while, neither of us spoke. I'm not sure what she was thinking, but I was thinking that I'd like to somehow bottle this moment and have it always close at hand. This girl, this inexperienced little wisp of a girl, was giving me the most intense sexual experience of my life. I wanted to thank her, to tell her that she'd made me feel young again, that I'd always cherish her, never forget her or our time together. But I couldn't get any of that out.
Instead, I cleared my throat and said, "What would you like for breakfast?"
***
She lounged around the house in Joanne's loosely knotted bathrobe and nothing else all day. We both had some chores to do. She was ordering school supplies for college and texting, and I was doing
some laundry and catching up on email, but the whole day was really just extended foreplay.
She came up to me in the laundry room and causally dropped to her knees and sucked my cock for just a few minutes. I leaned over her while she sat on the sofa and kissed her neck and pinched her nipples. She hugged me from behind in the kitchen, and with the bathrobe open ground against me. I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her roughly while I teased her snatch.
I made another nice dinner, grilled fish with lime, served it up with candlelight and chilled white wine. She'd changed into a clingy little party dress and heels and done up her makeup. She looked sexy and surprisingly grown up.
We talked more about college. Texting with her friends had made her a little wistful. None of them were going to school with her. She was worried about making friends. Worried about college classes.
"Ashley, seriously, I'm not just saying this because we're having sex. But you're going to have a great, great time. You're smart, outgoing, beautiful."
She blushed.
"No, I mean it. Beautiful but down to earth. Just be yourself. The only thing is...."
I stopped myself.
"What?"
"Never mind. There is no only thing. You're going to do great."
"Nuh uh, Uncle Danny, you were going to say something. The only thing is...?"
"... is boys. Men. Whatever. They're going to be all over you, and most of them are only going to want one thing." I felt ridiculous saying it.
"And what's that, lover-boy?"
"Fair enough. But you know what I mean. You're like a daughter to me, as weird as that may sound."
She scrunched up her face. It did sound weird. Icky even, though still true in a way.
"I'm just saying, I feel protective of you. Don't sell yourself short. Don't settle. Don't let guys treat you badly. You're so special. You deserve the best."
She had been looking down at her plate, but now she looked up, her eyes wet.