The next night proved to be impossible for Lonnie and me to continue our sexual training. It seemed that Daddy had invited Mai Widner home for dinner, and we were expected to help entertain our lovely guest. It was definitely no chore. She was as funny and knowledgeable, as she was beautiful and sexy.
We could see immediately how taken Dad was by her. He had a great deal of trouble tearing his eyes from her, and when I paid attention, I noticed little lovers' signals being sent back and forth between them. I was genuinely happy he had become attached to such a sexy, intelligent, and lovely lady.
She was making the same impression on my brother. He, too, appeared pleased for Daddy, but his reaction was slightly different than mine. Every time Mai asked him a question or tried to get him involved in conversation, Lonnie hopelessly stuttered. His eyes had taken on the appearance of fifty-cent pieces, and an idiotic grin had remained fixed on his face. I, also, happened to spy the telltale bulge of arousal that was only partially hidden by his trousers. My now sexually aware brother was literally being turned on by the mere presence of the beautiful Mai Widner. Strangely, this was not difficult for me to understand.
Her whole appearance radiated a sexuality that was entirely new to me. Although there was nothing blatant about her choice of clothes, they still managed to draw from the woman the hint and, maybe, the promise of sex. The perfume she wore, at first, gave the notion of innocence, but the longer you were in her company, it was evident that there was a kind of animal quality to it that got your sexual attention. My brother was not alone, as she was also having a very sexual effect on me.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that my father and Mai would again make love that night. It was going to be a tremendous temptation to sneak down to the game room and watch the action unfold. I was sure that my brother had the same thing in mind. To enjoy that spectacle again certainly appealed to me, but I was afraid that somehow I would be horning in on my father's deserved happiness. The thought that he had been deprived of sex all these years by my hypochondriacal mother, and the fact that we were secretly watching his sexual joy, seemed unfair. I decided to take my own pleasure, alone.
It was the following night, after Mai's visit, while sitting with Lonnie on my bed, in preparation for another body-awareness session, that he recounted the circumstance of an event that took place in the middle of the previous night. We were both dressed as we had been the first time we shared a sexual experience. The only difference was that I no longer thought it necessary to wear panties. If it were not for the possibility that we might be caught, we probably would have worn nothing.
We were sitting on the bed, just like we had been before, with each other's crotch in our respective sight frames. I was going to comment on the quickness of Lonnie's arousal when he cut me off and began telling me the most interesting story I had ever heard.
"I know what I'm going to tell you is going to sound far-fetched. But I swear on the head of my prick, that everything is true," he said with a great deal of feeling.
"Lonnie, if I can't tell when you're telling a lie, then one of us would have to be dead," I said, trying to lighten his somber, truth-telling mood. Unfortunately, my brother wouldn't have it.
"This is very serious. If you can't accept it that way, I'm just not going to tell you. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, Lonnie," I answered, feigning contriteness, "I promise to be serious."
"I must have woken up about two or two-thirty in the morning to go to the bathroom," he began, finally getting his story underway. "Before turning in, I wanted to go downstairs and spy on Mai and Daddy, like we did the other night. But I fell asleep. When I woke up, everything was quiet downstairs, and I assumed that everyone had gone to sleep. At first, I was a little disappointed that I was not going to see the beautiful TV woman's body again."
While he stopped to catch his breath, I began wondering where his story was headed.
"Well, I was coming out of the bathroom, when who do you think I almost run into?" he asked, but didn't give me a chance to guess. "Miss Mai Widner. She was wearing Daddy's smoking jacket, and it was barely able to contain those monstrous tits. The bottom only fell to the middle of her thighs, and I just knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I could also tell that she gave my body the once-over. All I was wearing was my pajama bottoms, and you know when I get excited, my hardon is impossible to hide."
I wanted to ask him a couple of questions, but I, also, didn't want him to lose the thread of his tale. Beads of sweat had begun to appear on his brow, and I could see by the bulge in his pajamas that he was becoming aroused by his own narration.
"Mai and I became involved in a discussion about the location of various rooms in the house. She asked me where Mom and Dad slept, and where our rooms are. I gave her the different placements, when she interrupted what I was saying, and suggested we go to my room, so as not to disturb anybody. Since we were right across the hall, all we had to do was take a few steps and we were there. As soon as we entered, Mai closed the door behind us and switched on the light." Again, he stooped for a long breath.
"This is not going to take all night." I asked impatiently. I still had no idea what was coming next.
"Hold your horses!" Lonnie responded.
It almost looked like he was trying to decide if I was worthy enough to hear the rest. At that point, all I wanted to do was grab a hold of his magnificent prick.
"Okay, now I'm going to tell you the good part," he said.
"Oh, goody," I shot back sarcastically. Lonnie didn't seem to notice the dig, and continued where he had left off.
"She sat down on my bed, and because of the shortness of Daddy's dressing gown, I caught sight of her entire thigh. If it would have drifted up another inch, my eyes would have feasted on her pretty blonde-haired cunt. During this whole time, I was making believe I'm cleaning my room in order that she can't see my cock straining against the thin pajama material. Mai watched me make a fool of myself for a couple of minutes, before patting the bed and telling me to sit down because I was making her nervous. There was no way, I was not going to immediately obey. When I finally joined her on the bed, she moved closer until I could feel her naked thigh press against my own."
I had to admit to myself that his story was getting more and more interesting. Just hearing his words heading in the direction of sex was enough to make my body begin to feel the awakening urges of my new-found sexuality.
"We started talking about a bunch of different things when she suddenly changed the subject. She said that she could see that I liked her by the way my cock wouldn't stay hidden from her view. The embarrassment I felt was total. I could even feel my cock begin to shrink back to normal size. Things turned around awful swiftly, though. She turned my head until I was looking directly into her eyes. Oh, Lana, you won't believe how terrific it is to tongue-kiss. We must have had our lips locked together for, a good five minutes before I began to feel her hand drift over my cock. She grabbed it through the thin cotton, and glided her hand from top to bottom," Lonnie wheezed, again needing a moment to pause.
It was a little disappointing to find that someone else had beaten me out of touching Lonnie's cock first. For some reason, knowing it was Mai made it all right.
"After she grabbed me, she took my hand, and guided it under the robe and between her legs. Immediately, I felt her pubic hair and skin was a little damp. Naturally, I figured that it was a product of her time with Daddy, before I had run into her. The fact, that he was with her earlier, didn't bother me a bit. Anyway, her puffy pussy came alive, meeting my fingers with her fresh juice. She couldn't believe how well I was playing with her, and she asked where I had learned about a woman's body. I told her that you and I had done some experimenting on each other because we had nobody else to go to. She said that 'That was a very cute way to learn, and if everyone learned as well as I did, she would gladly recommend it.'"
This time, when he paused, he struggled out of his pajama bottoms and grabbed a handful of swollen cock. At this point, my hands were moving also. One was pinching and tweaking my erect nipples through the tiny nighty material, while the other was reaping pleasure from my fevered cunt. We were both masturbating to his tale of Mai.
"I kept working on her inflamed pussy. Unlike you, when I pushed my fingers into her dripping hole, there was no barrier to stop my progress. My other hand was lightly caressing her pleasure button, and I could tell, it was not going to be much longer before she came. When she did come, she threw her head back on the bed, lifting and spreading her legs. I watched, as my hand whipped its way through her slit. She was moaning and groaning in obvious satisfaction. I have to tell you, Lana, her orgasm was a lot more dramatic than yours."
I was going to answer him back for his slight, but thought better of it. Even though he had put me down, I was enjoying his story immensely. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to stop.
"It took only a few seconds for Mai to recover, move to her knees between my legs, and pull my pajama bottoms down to my ankles. My cock stood proud and straight. I wanted, dearly, to stick its thick head into her soft, slippery hole. But she had other ideas. She held my cock firmly at the base, and rained tiny, sucking kisses all over it. Soon, her tongue replaced her lips, and she began licking the sensitive places on the underside and the extremely sensitive, blood-filled head. It was like I was an ice cream cone. I thought I was in heaven. Just when I was about to come, she would back off from what she was doing, and go onto something else. It was only when she took my cock into her mouth, and-gently sucked it, that I knew I was experiencing one of the ultimate thrills of sex, the blow job," he recited, breathlessly.
His story was absolutely enthralling. Both of my hands were busily working between my legs. I was trying to envision the scene with the beautiful blonde making love with her mouth on Lonnie's cock. If it was not so important that I hear the rest of my brother's story, I would have to imitate the actions of the lady, and pop his swollen cock into my own mouth. But the only way I was ever going to be able to give a good blow job was to listen to Lonnie's description.
"It was so warm and wet," Lonnie said, continuing his graphic narrative, while furiously pumping his cock from the memory. "I could feel her tongue trying to dance inside the tiny hole at the end of my prick. And then, in disbelief, I saw more and more of my erection disappear into her mouth. I had no idea where it was going, but the feelings were getting better and better. There was no other possibility, as my prick was in her throat. In no time, her lips, tongue, and throat were having their intended effect. Her sucking mouth arid bobbing head were milking the jism from my body. I could feel it start to build in my balls, and I warned her that I was about to come. Instead of lifting her head from my throbbing meat, she swallowed me even deeper, making sure that she didn't lose a drop of my boiling cream."
I was truly amazed by the story. Not so much because Mai took Lonnie in her mouth, but that she had done the exact thing that I had fantasized doing. It was not upsetting, at all, nor was I jealous of his experience. Actually, I was quite happy for him.
It was evident that he had finished the tale of his encounter with Mai Widner because his concentration was now fixed on the process of making himself come. His hand was like a blur, as it glided the length of his mushroom-headed organ. My desire to touch it finally overwhelmed me.
I crawled between his legs, and for the first time in my life, reached down, and took Lonnie's sex organ in my hand. It was hot, and seemed to be alive as blood flowed through the veins, which were visible on the surface. I squeezed and pumped it, as I had seen my brother do before. But what I really wanted to do was follow the lead of the blonde-haired, TV woman, and take the lovely cock deep into my mouth. I looked at my brother's face to see if there were any signs that he didn't want me to continue. A quick glance told me that Lonnie was totally oblivious to his surroundings, and only his cum-loaded weapon mattered to him. I was going to personally unload his gun.
Lowering myself until I was on the same level as his erect prick, I approached the purple, one-eyed helmet, and placed a wet kiss on the smooth surface. Lonnie's entire body jerked at the touch, and a little drop of clear fluid welled up in the tiny slit. I used my tongue to scoop it out, and then rolled it around in my mouth to savor the taste. If this was only the prelude, I could hardly wait for the main event, I thought. I used my tongue to give the majestic organ a sensual bath. While my right-hand kept his prick tight to my mouth, my other hand explored and caressed the heavy, ball-filled sac that hung snuggly from between his legs. There was no need to rush. I wanted it to last as long as possible.
His lusty moans and groans piloted my mouth to his most sensitive places. I tongued every square inch of cock, until I knew his seven inches intimately. I even kissed the wrinkled bag that housed his jism-filled balls.
My explorations must have gone on for a good ten minutes, when I knew I could no longer keep his hardon from the depths of my mouth. I opened my wet mouth and guided his cock in. I fed it in slowly, allowing both of us to enjoy each and every sensation. My tongue, in the meantime, continued its task of flicking out pleasure and lubricating the heated flesh.
Meanwhile, my own body was crying out with a need of its own. I rotated my body, getting into a position so that Lonnie could use his hands to work on my cunt. My shift in position was quickly rewarded by the touch of his hand.
I was remembering how my brother had described the blow job, and tried to follow Mai's routine as closely as possible. The head of his cock was resting at the entrance to my throat, while I tried to relax before attempting to swallow it. When I finally did begin to ease it into my throat, I gagged slightly; my throat did not seem able to open to swallow it. Somehow, with patience and timing, I was able to conquer my urge to choke and let my brother's cock continue its journey inward. Success was mine when I felt his short kinky hair tickle my lips.
At this point, Lonnie stopped pumping his finger into my cunt. At first, I wiggled my bottom to signal that I desired for him to remain there, but I stopped immediately when I felt one of his fingers discover a new and yet unexplored target – my tiny asshole. His finger was slick with my juices, as he smeared my crack until it was well soaked. For a while he was content to give my anus feather-like touches, but soon, that was not enough. I began to feel his slippery finger try to slice through the tightly constricted hole. It hurt for a moment or two, but once he was past that first tight inch, it was clear sailing until he sunk to the maximum depth.
The feeling was terrific. Whereas in my cunt, you could only plunge to the shallow, restricted limit, my asshole had no such limit. It gave me a feeling of fullness that I found impossible to experience in my cunt. I know I also would have preferred to have something buried deep within my fevered pussy, but since that could not be, I gladly settled for the sensational feeling of my brother filling my virgin asshole.
What he was doing for my body was being done in return by my cock-eating mouth. My head was bobbing up and down, almost allowing his strong prick to escape before reswallowing it until it reached the sucking level of my throat.
I began to feel his heavy balls pull closer to his body, as his hips began to rise and fall. He was actually fucking my mouth. He was also definitely losing control, but, somehow, he kept both of his hands working diligently on my clit and my asshole. I, too, was reaching for my climax, and it looked possible that we were going to come at precisely the same time.
His manly cock was growing larger in my mouth, as I became aware of a faint throbbing coming from someplace well within his groin. I knew it was just about to happen. With one final lunge, he forced his cock hard against the back of my mouth, and his whole body was overcome by one giant tremor before his cum-filled cock began to rhythmically spasm. Like an oil well gushing oil to the surface, this action, alone, was enough to bring on my own much-needed orgasm.
Even in the throes of my own intense asshole-convulsing orgasm, the memory of his jism-spurting cock bathing my mouth for the first time, imprinted itself on my mind forever. It was almost impossible to swallow what seemed like an infinite quantity of his super-heated cream. At one point, it started to ooze from my lips, and I found myself disappointed by my own inability to swallow the entire load. It was rich and salty, and at that moment, I knew I would never get as much as I needed. I did vow, though, that I could definitely try to get as much as I possibly could.