I’d heard a vibrator couldn’t really replace the real thing, and this proved it. Oh, sure, toys were great for blowing off extra stress and sexual frustration, but this… The warm feel of sweat-slippery skin against skin. The scent of a male surrounding me. The heat and pressure of fingers, cock, and tongue probing, thrusting, pleasing. It was enough to render me senseless, beyond my ability to focus on the explosion of feeling.
I dug my fingers into his ass and begged, “Harder. Faster.” My g-spot seemed to grow bigger as it throbbed stronger. I tried to relax and just soak up the ramming he gave me. My greedy pussy took it all in. I tightened my stomach muscles as much as I could, curled my pelvis to let his cock glide deeper still. His meaty glans slammed me to ecstasy, as my whole body tensed and quivered. A feeling, like an intense need to pee, rushed out from deep inside my cunt. I couldn’t contain the loud, long cry of release. My back arched as far as it could, until the top of my head brushed over carpet. I clutched onto his ass until my knuckles hurt. I grit my teeth as this stronger climax made me shake from head to toe.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmured as he pulled his cock from me, and I ejaculated all over his chest and face. “So sexy watching a woman come like that.”
“Let me suck you off,” I said, when I finally caught my breath and came down a bit from the intense orgasm. In my few sexual encounters, I had sucked cock and enjoyed it. It was great having that kind of control over a male, and I had once preferred it to giving up my control. Safer that way, was my old motto. I figured, after two intense orgasms, I could return the favor.
I tasted his slippery head first, licking his spurting pre-cum up like it was ice cream. He moaned when I cupped his balls and gently massaged. Then his hands found my hair. He murmured urgent words, “Suck me. Make me come.”
I gobbled his shaft until the head hit the back of my throat. The hand that played with his balls now wrapped around the base of his cock. I twisted my grip, squeezing tight, as I bobbed my head up and down. While I worked my lips up and down, I slipped my tongue over the sides of his penis. He fucked my face in abandon, and it didn’t take him long at all to come. I slurped his salty seed as it started to shoot down my throat.
Then, through my fog of lust, I heard the bell over the door.
“Hello?” a man who sounded very drunk shouted. “You open in here?”
I pulled my lips from Lenny’s cock. Cum splatted against my cheek and shot into my hair. Some spurted downward, dribbling rivers over my smooth tits.
I crossed my arms over my sticky breasts, exchanged a surprised look with Lenny. “We didn’t lock the door after your friend left.”
He gave a smirk. “Obviously.”
I grabbed his pants from the floor, threw them at him. “You go deal with it.” I looked down at my chest. “I have to clean up.”
“Oh, good excuse,” he said, still wearing his smug grin.
He took his time sliding both legs into his pants. The person out front called hello again, and I could tell from their voice they’d moved significantly closer. Thank goodness they hadn’t stumbled into any of the display racks out there and taken down some of our stock.
“Would you get out there before that person wanders back here?” I swatted at his now covered ass.
“Maybe I should let him.” He waggled his eyebrows.
I gave a scowl and an exasperated gasp. “I’ll cook dinner for the next week.”
He zipped his fly before casting me a dubious glance. “That sounds more like a threat.”
I threw the double headed dong at him, just as he disappeared through the beaded curtains, not caring it was still sticky from his former lover.
***
Cherry’s Sex Education
I gathered my clothes and went to run up the staircase that led from the back room to our apartment. Then I heard Lenny shout and wondered if he was all right. Sure, I didn’t like the guy, but I didn’t want him dead.
More shouts sounded before the bell over the shop door rang. I heard the entrance slam shut.
I peeked between the beaded curtains. “Are you okay?”
Lenny walked toward me. “You left me to fend for myself, and now you suddenly care?” He crossed his arms over his still bare chest, gave a sideways smirk. “Wow, was I that good?”
After a disgusted scoff, I left and headed for the staircase.
“Hey,” Lenny called after me. “It’s not nice to ignore people’s questions.”
I made sure to slam the apartment door when I entered. I thought about locking him out, but since he had a key it would be a useless act of spite.
The sex was good. I mean, there was no denying that. But I didn’t like his smugness, so I made him wonder.
I raced to my bedroom, my ball of clothes still clutched to my breasts. After throwing the ball into the hamper, I dashed to my dresser to grab a t-shirt and yoga pants. There were no locks on the interior doors, so Lenny walked right in while I slid open a drawer.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He blinked, flinching at my angry voice. “I just saw you naked downstairs.” He rolled his eyes. “So what’s the big deal?”
Crossing my arms over my boobs, I straightened and glared at him. “Whether you’ve seen me naked or not, this is my room. My private place. Get out.” I threw a shoe at him to punctuate the command.
“Temper, temper.” He ducked so the projectile missed, but he backed up to the threshold. “Must be all that pent of sexual frustration.”
I shook my head. “You’re a pig.”
“You didn’t say that half an hour ago.” He wagged a finger at me.
I sighed. “Can I please have some privacy?”
“Okay, sheesh.” He almost looked dejected as he turned to leave. “Most women like to talk afterward. You just want to get rid of me.”
“Oh please. Your male ego isn’t that easily bruised. Not with all the females you’ve had.”
He turned back, gave me a frown that appeared hurt, but I’m sure it was well rehearsed. “Despite your stereotyping, I’m actually quite sensitive, thank you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Now I know you’re acting. Definitely not Oscar material, sorry to say.”
“No, they should give the Oscar to you,” he snapped. “Because you’re great at playing the bitch.” Then he slammed the door behind him.
I wasn’t going to go after him. At least, not at first. Then he turned the stereo in his room up full blast. In irritation I thumped the wall. He knew I planned on going to bed soon, and I knew he’d done this just to get me to react. When the music of Acid Kitty continued to make the walls vibrate, I stormed down the hall, still naked, and threw his bedroom door open.
“Knew that would get you in here.” He smiled and lowered the volume. His gaze roamed all over my bare skin.
“And men say women are manipulative.” I shook my head, still blushing from his bold perusal. “What do you want? Why are you tormenting me over this?”
He unfolded his long legs and stood. “So, was that your first time?”
I huffed. “Why should that matter? What, is it like some victory for you? Even though she hates me, she fucked me.”
His grin was wide and vulpine. “Something like that, maybe. More so it’s simple curiosity. You got out of there faster than most men do. So you must be a cherry feeling regret, or you’re discreetly promiscuous.”
“How do you figure this?”
“Well, I’ve never seen you with any guys, or gals, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t getting any.”
“Fine, since I know you won’t let me get any sleep unless I confess, yes, you were my first real live penis. Happy?”
He walked closer, face serious and eyes looking dark with renewed lust. “I have a proposition for you, Cherry.”
I tried not to show my growing nervousness. Instead I bluffed nonchalance. “What?”
“Sex education classes, as performed by yours truly.”
I s
coffed again. “You really are a pig.” Then I flashed a fake smile. “Thanks, but I’ve researched enough.”
“Ah, but research can’t replace experience,” he said, as I turned to walk out the door.
“The height of arrogance.” I swiveled around to face him once more. While giving him an angry up and down glance, I thought about it. Why not use him for a year? Not like I had to worry about any emotional attachment with Lenny. Maybe that was the safest way for me to have sex. Keep it purely physical. “But I’m feeling generous. And I don’t have any early classes tomorrow. What about another lesson tonight? One condition though: I take back the cooking for a week promise.”
“Well, that was a quick turnaround. And you’ve got a deal on the cooking.” He moved closer, wrapped his arms about my waist. His hands trailed lower to cup my ass. “Now, what would you like to cover in lesson two?”
My tits pushed into his chest, reminding me how sticky they still were from our earlier fucking. “Well, we do need to clean up, and I’ve always wanted to have sex in the shower.”
“Let me show you to my bathroom, milady.” He gave an exaggerated bow, then held out his hand.
I giggled and rolled my eyes at his dramatics, but I slipped my fingers into his palm and let him lead me forward.
Lenny’s bathroom surprised me. I’d been used to my brother’s brand of half-assed cleaning, but Lenny, I’d learned over our short time together, was surprisingly fastidious. He was a far better cook or housekeeper than I could claim and, secretly, I was grateful for that. I hated both chores, but knew they were a necessity of life for every male and female. At least, those of us in the low and lower-middle class bracket.
Feather grey tile with burgundy accents decorated the floor. The whole bathroom kept up this color scheme. Even his towels were color coordinated.
Warm water soon prickled my face, massaged my shoulders and back. I sighed and turned under the detachable showerhead.
Lenny held up a bottle of ruby red gel. “Another sex tip: Edible soap makes great lube. It’s also a tasty way to please and be pleased.”
He squirted a trail of gel over my tits, letting it trickle down my stomach. I sighed and luxuriated in the feeling of his long fingers wrapping around my slippery breasts. He kneaded the gel into my skin, tweaked and played with my nipples, until I gave a little moan and tilted my head back under the spray.
His hands moved lower, stroking the muscles in my stomach. His fingers brushed teasing paths across my pelvis, making my pussy ache harder with want. Then he splayed my swelling labia and his slick touch moved to my pussy hole. He tickled the opening, stuck the tips of a few fingers in, but pulled back to my clit when I thrust my cunt into his hand. Pulling back my clitoral hood with the other hand, he ground fingers into the raw bundle of nerves beneath. I let out a whimper as sensation shocked through me, making my legs shiver.
I wrapped one arm around him, yanking his wet body closer to mine. Then I asked him to squirt some gel in my free hand. He complied, and I watched his lust-intense expression as my slippery fingers coiled around his cock.
I enjoyed the feeling of blood pumping under flesh. Enjoyed the sensation of bulging veins straining against his taut skin as I worked my grip up and down. It was fun to watch his reaction to my touch. The way his face tensed, relaxed, or crinkled up when a sexy smile curled his lips. It was equally fun to try and balance my reaction to his touch, to try and maintain enough control to take as well as give. When the pleasure hit me in an intense burst, it was difficult to maintain any level of control.
I pulled away long enough to squirt more soap in my hand, then I licked and sucked a trail down his torso as I went to my knees. So far it seemed my sex research was paying off. He enjoyed the things I put into practice.
I lubed up his cock with the foamy gel then I wrapped my lips around his bulging, dark pink penis. The edible soap tasted like sweet Maraschino cherries. I almost giggled around his hard on as I realized this.
I put all the articles I’d read on blow jobs to good use. Oh, sure, I’d sucked him off earlier, but now I had time to play, to take it as slow or fast as I wanted. Since his penis wasn’t too long, it was easy to deep throat him and still work his shaft with my tongue. He gave a low moan when I did so. I bobbed up and down fast, letting his balls slap my chin. He hissed air through his teeth and murmured his satisfaction.
“Maybe you aren’t a cherry after all.”
I ignored him and kept at pleasuring his cock. I coiled my hand around the base and squeezed, while I lapped at his glans like a cat drinking cream. I hit a sensitive spot just under the right side of the ridge, and his hips bucked forward as he growled out his bliss. So I took this flap of skin and sucked hard on it, even flicked my tongue over it. He fucked my face more intensely, digging his fingers into my dripping wet hair.
I didn’t want him to cum yet. No, I wanted him to fuck me up the ass. It was something I’d always been curious about. So I pulled his spit-slick penis from my mouth and said, “Lesson number three: fuck me up the ass.”
“Well.” He gave a throaty laugh that sounded full of lust. “You’re an eager student.” He turned me around and dipped to his knees. “Let me return the favor first. Get you ready for my cock.”
His slippery hands spread my ass cheeks. I felt gel trickle down my crack, and once more I smelled the fragrance of synthetic flowers with a hint of cherries. When his tongue licked the length of my ass crack, I let out an “ohhhhhh,” and tilted my ass higher.
His mouth went to work on my anus, making the hole quiver with rapid pokes of tongue. Then he wrap his lips around the opening and sucked hard. Next, fingers joined the assault of pleasure. First one thrust in and out my throbbing opening, stroking, seeking my g-spot from behind. I whimpered and cooed as my anal canal and pussy came alive with erotic fire. He added another soap-slick finger and thrust faster. I clutched at the shower bar and cried out, “Oh, god, fuck me up the ass now.”
His hands kneaded a path up my legs as he rose to his feet. He caressed my ass sensually as he positioned me to take his cock. I looked over my shoulder, watching as he added a bit more edible soap lube to his shaft. His gaze met mine and he gave a sideways smile, watching me as he stroked his impressive erection.
“Are you ready, Cherry?” he whispered. “Ready to take my thick cock up your pretty little ass?”
My whole body warmed with flames of urgent need. “Yes, fuck, yes. Shove it in me now.”
He slipped his plump head in my anus. Just an inch or two at first, working it slow and gentle as he thrust in and out of the tight opening. I relaxed my sphincter muscles even more and arched my back deeper. Another inch glided in, then another, and soon he was buried deep in my anal canal. His balls brushed over my seeping pussy as his thrusts quickened.
“Ummmmm…feels great,” I murmured, as my anus walls tightened and released around his pumping dick.
His soapy body slid against mine as he thumped away at my ass. With one hand he held my hip steady. The other slid down my stomach, found my clitoral hood and urged it back, so he could pinch and roll my clit while he fucked me. As shocks of sensation zipped through this bundle of raw nerve and flesh I rocked against him, mewling loudly as I drew closer to orgasm.
“Fuck it harder,” I begged, loving the intense pressure of his glans thumping my g-spot from behind. “I’m soooo close.”
He answered my plea by giving my ass an intense pounding and my clit a frantic rubbing. I clutched the towel bar until my knuckles ached, and I screamed as the orgasm rocketed through my body. It left me quivering, barely able to stand, as I huffed in shallow breaths under the warm shower spray.
“Let me cum all over your beautiful tits,” he murmured in my ear, and I complied by dropping to my knees once more. I pressed my pert boobs together, ready for his salty spunk.
Cum shot from his purple glans and spattered my smooth, white tits. It dribbled down over my nipples. I opened my mouth in time to catch a final squirt in
the mouth. Then I looked up at him as I took one breasts in my hand and licked his semen from the nipple.
He gave a lusty moan as he watched me. “You may have been a cherry, but you’re no prude, Cherry.”
***
I returned to my room in nothing but a towel. I took in my appearance as I dried my dark blonde hair. I didn’t look any different. At least I didn’t think so. I’d always thought I was a cute little thing, but maybe, as I stared longer, there was something different. I looked sexier, I thought, or more sexually confident. I posed with a hand on hip, smiled and laughed at myself for such silly antics, then climbed into bed. I slept through the night, waking only when the alarm blared at 11 am.
The day at the institute went by quickly. I tried not to linger on thoughts of sex with Lenny. I hated being distracted from my present goal, which was studying. And nothing would get in the way of me being an excellent student. I vowed that.
When I got home, the shop was closed early. I found Lenny behind the counter, shrouded in darkness until I turned on the lights.
He clapped his hands and flashed a wide smile. “Ah, I have a surprise for you. Lesson number four.” He held up that many fingers, then curled the index finger in a come hither motion. With blood pounding in my ears, I followed. I decided not to gripe at him about closing early.
He took me into the back room, leading me through the door there that led to a larger storage space for extra stock. A gray sheet was draped over something on a white table. An extra office chair sat in front of it. Lenny went to the side of the table, made a theatrical hand gesture over the sheet, then ripped it off in one fluid sweep.
“Voila.” He indicated the machine he’d revealed. “Your brother’s greatest achievement: the Vavoom.”
It was more than a vibrator. That much was easy to see. A saddle shaped base held a small apparatus that reminded me of a love egg. Lenny told me this was what the attachments hooked onto. Then he led me over to the table and showed me the selection of attachments.
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