Gently closing the bedroom door, I turned to the woman sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. I knew this woman, but she wasn't my wife. However, that said: I wasn't cheating. No, I was doing this with my wife's full knowledge and acceptance. As I smiled as comfortingly as I could to the uncertain woman a few feet away, I thought about how this situation had come to be...
"I want to go out and visit Michelle." Michelle is my wife's sister. She lives a good twelve hours' plus drive away, so it's a fair trip.
"That's cool. When are you going?" I asked. I really like Michelle and all, and we get along great, but I didn't think I was included in the plan, which was fine with me. I can always find stuff to do when I don't have to worry what kind of agenda might be lurking In the back of Beth's mind.
"Well, actually, I was kind of hoping you'd come along. You haven't been out in quite a while, and I know Michelle and Emma would love to see you." She then told me when she planned to go.
It was true. Beth had been out to her sister's three or four times since the last time I'd gone out, so I was due. And this time, there was nothing on my schedule to preclude me from going, not like the last couple times, anyhow.
I grabbed my phone and checked the calendar. "Looks like I'm free, and I don't think getting off work should be a problem."
Beth brightened. "So you'll come? Thank you!" She bounded over to where I sat and gave me a kiss.
The next couple weeks were greatly occupied with preparations for the trip. Finances dictated that we drive, which was fine. Beth and I travel well together, and I like seeing the countryside go by.
Finally, the day arrived. We headed out shortly after I got off work and drove a few hours, just to cut down on our road time the next day.
I was hoping for a little play in the motel room, and Beth seemed amenable. I received some great head and gave as good as I got. When I finally slid inside her, I was once again in my favorite place in the world.
We were both moaning with the incredible pleasure only sexual intercourse can give, when Beth panted, "Can I make a request?"
I wasn't sure what the request might be. Since her hysterectomy (yes, we ain't youngsters anymore) the main place she's preferred my cum has been direct deposit into her pussy, but if she wanted it elsewhere, I'd be happy to oblige.
Slowing my thrusts a little so I could concentrate, I replied, "Whatever you want. You know that."
Beth smiled at that answer and closed her eyes in bliss at the sensations my cock was sending through her. When she opened them again, she said, "This feels incredible. Don't stop, but if you don't mind, I want to ask you not to cum."
Of course, this puzzled me and I opened my mouth to find out why, but before I could get it out, she interrupted:
"Please don't ask. You'll learn soon enough. I think it'll be worth the wait.
"But please, don't stop fucking me. Just don't cum." Beth had closed her eyes again, trusting I'd do as she requested.
And I did. I had to modify my thrusts to keep from cumming, but I kept going a good while longer, as I never want to pull out once my cock gets inside my wife. Eventually, though, it was necessary to call it quits. I'm definitely no longer as young as I used to be, so sex is more and more physically taxing than it once was. I have no intention of giving it up any time soon, though.
Rolling off next to my wife, she cuddled up beside me. "Thank you. You'll get your chance, trust me. When we get there, I promise."
This was a cryptic statement. The other visits we'd made to visit her family, she'd been reluctant to have sex under her sister's roof. And Michelle and Emma are a lesbian couple, so I just didn't understand.
We arrived at my sister(s)-in-law's late afternoon the next day. It was good to see everybody again, and a couple of Michelle's kids happened to be visiting when we pulled up, so we got to say hi to more than the folks we originally expected to see. We unloaded the stuff we brought, which included treats from home that Michelle couldn't get where she now lived.
What next ensued was a long bout of "how have you beens" and "how is everybody back homes". It was great seeing Beth so happy.
That night, as we laid on the bed in the former room of one of Michelle's kids, Beth snuggled up against me.
"I'm so happy to be here," she gushed. "Thank you for coming along."
"You're welcome," I told her. "Mind telling me what that big secret was you wanted me to wait for?"
"Not yet," she replied, reaching down and fondling my soft cock, which started to rise at her attention. "Tomorrow, I think."
I really wanted to know what the hell was going on. But, I knew I wasn't going to be wheedling the information from her before she was ready.
"Fine. Just keep playing with me, then," I told her. I knew she wouldn't fuck me, here in her sister's house; at least I didn't think she would. Her hand on me was a hell of a lot more sex than she'd been willing to give me at her sister's before though, so I'd take it.
Beth kept fondling and caressing, and I made sure not to give away what was happening by moaning or anything like that.
After a little while, I was hard. I begged quietly, "Suck my cock," which, to my surprised delight, she got down and took my hard-on in her mouth.
Oh yeah. I wanted this to go on a good long time. A good tease was a whole hell of a lot better than nothing.
After a couple minutes of cock sucking, though, Beth pulled off and laid back beside me.
"More tomorrow," was all I got when I asked if that was it.
Well, fuck. Now I had to try to sleep. Then again, I'd told her to keep playing, so I couldn't complain too much.
Eventually, I found myself waking up, cock as hard as when I'd fallen asleep. These days, morning wood is a very hit-or-miss thing, so there was nothing but pleasure about it this morning.
I walked my hard-on proudly to the bathroom, where I had to remind myself of the particular contortions I'd learned for how to piss with an erection, short of standing in the bathtub and letting go.
Managing to relieve myself without making a mess, I watched wistfully as my erection slowly but surely deflated. Grabbing a quick shower, I stepped out to face whatever the world of my in-laws had to throw at me.
That morning, everybody seemed to have their own thing going, including my wife, so I announced I was going to get in the car and do some exploring.
When I returned, there was an additional car in the drive. Inside, I found another of Michelle's kids had come out to visit. Everybody sat around the living room with a glass of wine, except the little ones, of course, who were doing what kids do when the adults aren't particularly paying attention to them.
Anyhow, after a while, the visitors left, leaving my wife and me, and my two sisters-in-law.
Suddenly, the mood in the room changed. Now, being a guy, I'll admit I can be pretty opaque to non-verbal and non-physical cues, but there are times when the atmosphere changes so drastically, it's really hard not to detect something.
I looked up and found three pairs of eyes on me. Since the attitudes I saw weren't hostile in any way, I knew I wasn't in trouble, but since that was really the only thing I could identify with any certainty, I wasn't sure what the fuck was going on.
"What?" I asked suspiciously.
Now that I had a chance to look a little closer, it appeared the sisters had something to ask me, and Emma just seemed embarrassed and really uncertain.
"Sweetheart," Beth started hesitantly, "Michelle and Emma would like a favor of you."
Okay. If they had some chores they'd like help with, I was willing to pitch in. But that didn't explain the odd behavior I was sensing.
Michelle began, "Jeff, you know I was married before I decided I preferred women."
I nodded slowly, not sure where this was going.
Michelle glanced at Emma, who just looked back at her, not saying anything.
"Emma has never experienced anything other than women."
This I already knew. On a visit the pair had made back home, during some family discussion we didn't feel we needed to be a part of, Emma and I sat on the front step together, just conversing a little, getting to know one another.
At one point in the conversation, I asked, however hesitantly: "So, have you been a lesbian all your life?"
The response was in the affirmative. She'd never been attracted to men; didn't hate them, just never saw herself being with one. She admitted her romantic thoughts from the beginning were toward other females.
I wasn't titillated by this information, it was just me getting to know the person my wife's sister was with. I'd never imagined wanting to see them do anything together. Not that I haven't watched plenty of girl-girl porn online, but the notion of watching my own family -- even in-laws -- just never occurred to me.
However, my knowledge of the fact of Emma's inexperience with the opposite sex made me wonder even more what the hell was going on.
Michelle immediately satisfied that curiosity. "She'd like to know what it's like to have sex with a man."
My suspicion grew. I glanced at my wife, then asked, "What does this have to do with me?"
Beth explained, "Emma would like you to be that man."
Whoa. What the fuck? Beth had said on several occasions that she didn't want to share or be shared, as far as sex was concerned. Didn't this fall into that category?
My terror must have shown on my face, because Beth explained, "When Michelle called and asked me, I was ready to say no. Then I got to thinking about it and knew Emma would never leave Michelle, and you wouldn't leave me over something like this. Also, it's a one-time thing."
The looks on the women's faces were earnest. They meant what they said. Still, a paranoid part of me screeched that it could be some kind of test. That it included Michelle and Emma seemed really bizarre, but hey, strange shit happens in this world.
"Why me?" I finally managed to stammer.
Michelle spoke up: "She knows you. She likes you. She trusts you. You live almost a thousand miles away, so if this all goes terribly wrong, she won't be seeing you on a regular basis."
'Yeah,' I thought, 'though it'll make visits like this awkward as fuck.'
Beth added, "I assured Michelle you could make it not be terrible, though. It's never been terrible for me. I know you'll take your time and be gentle and thoughtful, and give Emma an experience she won't forget... in a good way."
I considered a minute. "This is all fine and well, but the only ones I've heard anything from are not the person who is most directly involved here. If I agree to this crazy scheme -- and I haven't made any such decision yet -- I want to hear it from Emma."
Emma looked up from staring at her hands. She looked me straight in the eye, then glanced to Beth, then Michelle. When she turned back to me, her voice was smaller than I'd ever heard it before.
"It's a crazy notion, isn't it? Here I am, nearly sixty years old and have only known women? Can you believe I've never even been kissed by a man? I mean, like a man kisses a woman?
"I don't think this is going to change my mind about anything, but now that I've reached a certain age, it's an experience I feel I should have at least once. Michelle agrees, and talking with your wife, she was willing to let you be my once.
"It's up to you. If you'd rather not, I understand and won't take any offense. It's a big thing to ask, I know. However, I decided from the start that of all the men I knew, the one I feel like I can trust the most is you."
Wow. That was a mighty heavy deal to lay on a guy. I mean, I'd never thought of such a thing with Michelle's wife. For one, and biggest one of all: she was a lesbian. I know there are macho assholes out there with the attitude: "She's just never had me before." Little do such troglodytes realize is that ten minutes with them would more than likely cement their decision to forgo men altogether.
I turned back to my wife. "You're really okay with this? I mean, if I agree to it, you aren't going to get all weird and hold it over me sometime in the future?"
Sincerely, she looked me in the eye and said, "I promise. You'll be doing Michelle and Emma a big favor, as strange as it seems, and I was the one of us who agreed to it first."
"Michelle, is this really what you want? I'm only good with all this if I'm sure everybody's of a similar mind on it. If any of you have any qualms, I'm not saying yes."
Michelle nodded. "It's what Emma wants, so it's okay with me."
"One more time, then." I turned my attention back to the woman of the hour. "Do you really want to do this? Like you said, I'll understand if you'd rather not. You've seen my attempt to be as thorough as I can about everyone's dedication to it, and I hope you understand it's more an effort to make sure I won't be screwing up anybody's relationship if I say yes than it is a reflection on you."
Emma smiled amid her reticence. "I do. Your concern for us all lets me know I chose the right man. Yes, if you're willing to do this for me, just this once, I do want to."
Though I was still trembling from fear, it wasn't nearly as violent as it had been, and my stomach had calmed significantly.
"I should make you all sign waivers, or at least record your admissions that this won't come back to haunt me someday, but since I want to trust you like you all say you trust me, I'll save the paperwork.
"I'll do it."
There were smiles all around, although Emma's nervousness was back. It'd been tough enough anticipating my decision; apparently anticipating the unknown that accompanied my agreement was just as difficult, if not moreso.
I suddenly felt awkward as fuck. "So, when is this supposed to happen?" I asked, hoping my asking didn't sound like eagerness, because, to be honest, I was as nervous as Emma.
"That's up to the two of you," Michelle answered.
Fuck. I looked over at my wife, then at Emma. It appeared no one had thought that far ahead.
"Well, which room is this happening in? Surely you two aren't intending on watching." The prospect of an audience was beyond horrifying.
"Oh, god, no," Beth blurted.
"The guest bedroom," Emma finally said. "We decided on the guest bedroom."
Made sense to me. I could understand not wanting to do this in their own bed. That'd be weird enough for me; it'd make it really fucking strange for her and Michelle, especially if it didn't go well.
I stood up and walked over to Emma.
"How about we do this before we both lose our nerve?"
Emma looked to Michelle, then Beth. Both gave a nod of acceptance. She then looked up at me, then at my hand. Her gaze went back to Michelle as she took my hand and let me help her to her feet.
"I'll be right there," I whispered. At that moment, I found I didn't have the ability to speak any louder.
Giving me a look that said my hesitation was giving her second thoughts, Emma nevertheless went on.
Once Emma was around the corner, I asked one more time: "You girls are really okay with this?"
As one, both my wife and her sister said, "Go."
Beth then added, "Before we change our minds."
Muttering, "Got it," I followed Emma to their guest bedroom.
Emma sat on the bed, looking nervous as hell. Me, I wasn't too sure how to proceed, either. I finally figured more conversation wouldn't be a bad thing. Probably be damn good to get a better handle on what kind of expectations there might be.
Sitting on the bed close enough our thighs touched, I put an arm around her.
"If we're going to do this, it'd help me out if I knew how you wanted it to go. What do you want to learn? I have to admit, what I know about lesbians, I've learned from porn, and I'm smart enough to know that's not exactly how things go. Still, I know you've had no experience with men whatsoever. Have you at least seen a cock?"
Emma nodded. "When I was eighteen and my brother was back from college, I accidentally walked in on him when he was getting ready for a shower. And I've seen pictures, of course, so it isn't like I have no idea what penises look like."
"But you've never seen one up close and personal?"
She just shook her head.
It might have been far too early in the proceedings, but I blurted out: "Would you like to?" I kept any excitement out of my voice. Not that there was much. To a certain extent, I was in Teacher Mode, and was more into instruction and information at the moment than I was in any truly exhibitionistic display.
Emma nodded, apprehension evident on her face.
Standing, I reached for my belt. I unbuckled it, then unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. Letting the denim fall to the floor, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, leaving me there in socks, T-shirt and boxers.
"This is your last chance. Once these come down, it'll all be different between us, even if it's as far as we go."
"Please," was all she said.
I took that as acknowledgment to continue, hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pushed my undies to the floor.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd exposed my genitals to a woman other than my wife. It was probably my last physical, with our female GP. 'Nuff said about that.
If I'd been a younger man, I'd probably have been stiff as a board and dripping already. As it was, I hung limp, nerves over what this woman would think of her first real look at a cock keeping the arousal quotient to a minimum.
Now, I'm a "grower," not a "show-er," so, soft, I'm really only a couple inches. Now, that dimension changes rather nicely once the blood gets flowing, but this initial reveal wasn't the kind of thing you'd hear guys brag about in the locker room. Still, it was probably perfect for what we were doing here.
I just stood there and let Emma look. At first, she seemed embarrassed, but as she got more used to the presence of an exposed cock in her immediate proximity, that embarrassment changed to curiosity. She sat up a little and looked closer, until I could feel her breath on my skin.
"May I... touch it?" she stammered after a few minutes, her gaze still fascinated by this anatomy that was quite unlike her own.
"Of course," I stated. "I'm here for you to learn as much as you want, to the best of my ability."
Emma's hands moved toward my cock like she was afraid it'd bite her or something. Finally, she tentatively touched the head, and that light sensation sent a thrill through my genitals and throughout my entire body.
My moan at the feel of her hands on me made Emma recoil as if she was afraid she'd hurt me. The look she turned my way was concerned.
"Don't stop now," I laughed. "It feels good when Michelle touches you, doesn't it? This is exactly the same. Another person's touch always feels better.
"Explore as much as you like."
My lesbian sister-in-law again reached up and explored my cock some more, lifting it up to get a look at my balls. She seemed fascinated by those, particularly the fact that, as she watched, they moved all on their own.
Emma's hands on my cock and balls were starting to get me worked up, as I'm sure comes as no surprise, especially to the guys out there. My cock had begun to grow from her attention, but still had quite a ways to go.
I was trying to be the dispassionate teacher, but when somebody's got your jewels, you tend to pay attention.
"I could put this in my mouth, couldn't I?" she said as my cock swelled.
"Yes, you could," I answered shakily.
"I don't think I'm quite ready for that right now. While we're doing this, I want to try as much as I can, though, okay?" It was pretty evident much of Emma's fear and reluctance was being replaced by a sense of wonder and discovery.
"I'll remind you," I told her.
Man, Emma's inexpert manipulations were doing a number on me. Pretty soon, I was fully hard and sticking straight out.
"Wow," she marveled. "That's a lot bigger than it started out. I'm impressed."
"Thank you," I stated appreciatively. It had been a long, long time since anybody had been impressed about anything regarding my body, particularly my cock. "It's just a little over average, but I've never gotten any complaints."
"I've managed to get you ready," Emma said with pride, "but I feel like I'm overdressed now."
"That's easily remedied," I said, pulling off my socks and shirt until I was fully nude in front of my wife's sister's wife.
Emma started to get undressed, but I reached for her hands to stop her.
"Do you mind if I kiss you?" I asked to her puzzled look.
"Uh... no, I guess not."
"One thing to keep in mind: I'm not here to try and prove any point. This wasn't my idea, and I'm not out to convert you. I hope when you come away from this, your conclusion is that straight sex isn't any better or worse than you're used to, it's just... different. A different way to express your feelings and make yourself and your partner feel good, is what I'm saying."
That said, I lowered my head and kissed my first lesbian.
Now, I'd never had any romantic thoughts toward Emma before, but given the nature of the task I'd accepted here, giving her as positive an experience as I could seemed like the ideal path. Besides, while I said earlier that I wasn't trying to convert her, the male part of me wanted to give her at least a taste of what she may have missed all those years.
Now, as I said, I don't know what kinds of things real life lesbians do with one another, but one thing I learned quick: this girl liked to kiss!
At one point, Emma backed away enough to laugh, "This is the first time I've kissed anyone with facial hair." She followed it by rubbing her upper lip.
"Is that bad?" I asked.
After a moment's thought, she replied, "No. Like you said: it's just different."
Smiling at this, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers once more. As I did so, I began working the buttons on her shirt, as she'd been doing before I stopped her.
When the last button was undone, I backed my mouth off hers, saying, "If there's anything you don't like, or you need me to slow down or stop, just say so."
Emma merely nodded, clearly getting into the situation, regardless of her hardwired gender preferences. Her body just knew it liked the sensations it was feeling; at that moment, it didn't particularly care who was giving them to her.
It wasn't that I was immune to what was happening, either. My cock stood proud and dripping at kissing a woman like this. It was the first time I'd given anyone but myself their first experience sexually. I found it quite arousing.
Gently pulling her shirt off, I caressed the exposed skin while I continued making out with my sister-in-law's female lover.
I rushed nothing. It wasn't difficult, considering we'd started out without amorous intentions. Still, the feel of feminine flesh beneath my hands, beneath my lips, was revving me up pretty handily. I just had to remember that this was ultimately to give Emma as positive an experience as possible, not necessarily to get me off. Let's face it, though: it wouldn't be a complete experience if ejaculation wasn't a part of it.
Her shirt off, the next step was the bra. Deftly unhooking it one-handed, I gently tugged it off her shoulders, then away from her body altogether.
Some part of me half expected Emma to try to cover herself at being exposed like this. However, her hands never came up to hide anything, but her body language said she dearly wanted to. Though she never said a thing, I think she reasoned: I was standing there totally nude, why should she be embarrassed?
Now, let me take a moment to explain: neither Emma, nor I are what you'd call supermodel material. We aren't going sell many records by the album cover alone, if you know what I mean. However, neither of us are gargoyles, either. We're just more-or-less average folks, like the great majority of people out there.
That said, the more of Emma's body that was revealed to me, the more I liked it. Then again, to paraphrase the movie Tombstone: I'm a man. I like women. I could see apprehension in Emma's face, but she never attempted to hide herself from me.
As a heterosexual male, my first inclination was to go right for the tits. However, I curbed that impulse for the moment and just kept kissing.
My hands continued to roam, down her smooth skin, over maybe a few extra curves, until I reached her jeans.
Keeping her lips occupied, I worked the button on her jeans, then unzipped them. Emma tried raising her hips to help from where she sat, but it was no use.
Laughing, I backed away and found a sheepish grin on Emma's face. This time, I let her dig her thumbs into the waistband of the jeans, and watched as she wriggled and gyrated to get them off her hips, then off her ass.
Before too long, they were below her butt, but no lower. She wore white satin panties, but I couldn't get a real good look because of the remaining presence of her pants.
I said, "Let me help," then went to my knees as Emma laid back on the bed and offered a foot. Grabbing one leg of her jeans, I gave a tug, then another before they finally let go. Going to the other, we finally got her pants taken care of.
Emma had been wearing sandals when this began, so there was no need to deal with shoes or socks. With her jeans gone, the only article of clothing between us was the white satin covering her most private part.
"You still okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," she finally sighed. "I've just never been like this with anybody but Michelle for so long, and never with a man. I'm not sure how to react."
I got off the floor and sat on the bed beside her. "To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure there ought to be a big difference. Aside from nature's purpose for sex, the corollary purpose is to feel good, and if you have a partner, to hopefully make that person feel good, too.
"Maybe this is just the male in me speaking, but it shouldn't take a lot of thought. In fact, the male in me thinks if you're enjoying yourself, I'm going to enjoy myself. For most guys, an aroused woman is possibly the most erotic thing on the face of the planet, so please, don't hold back, and don't be afraid to direct me where you'd like me to go. I want this to be as good for you as I can make it, and that's only going to be possible with your input."
Emma nodded, then stood up, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slicking them down her legs in one smooth move. Stepping out of them, she made no move to sit back down or cover herself up. She simply stood there and let me look.
I could tell she was working hard to maintain the strength of will to put herself on display for me. As I've mentioned several times already: neither of us is young anymore, and age is the cruelest eroder of a person's confidence. I could tell that, even though her preference romantically was not members of my gender, she was nervous about what I'd think of her body, no matter how bravely she presented herself.
I took the chance to admire her body, flaws and all. The honesty in those years lent its own degree of beauty to what I saw before me. She hadn't shied away from my body, and while, like most men, I don't dwell on my shortcomings (no pun intended), I'm still realistic enough to know I'm no Adonis.
The look of desperation Emma turned toward me when I said nothing was heartbreaking. She was taking my silence as disapproval. Of course, being no youngster, the loss of direct stimulation had caused my erection to take a leave of absence. I couldn't be sure, but that may have been part of her alarm and disappointment, thinking my lack of stiffness indicated a displeasure with the body I saw before me. Subsequently, I felt some triage on the situation was necessary.
Smiling, I got up and stepped in to Emma, pressing my body against hers.
"You're beautiful," I told her gently.
Emma stared into my chest. "I'm just deluding myself here, aren't I? A saggy old dyke who can't even keep a straight man hard."
I hooked a finger under her chin and looked down into her uncertain eyes. "Don't worry about him. He still has a mind of his own, but not quite like when I was younger. Then, he was like a dog who'd seen a squirrel, popping up at the slightest provocation in the hope he'd get to run around in the underbrush for the thrill of the chase. These days, he still perks up, but he takes more convincing than he used to. If he isn't needed for work right away, he's more than happy to sit things out in the break room until it's really necessary for him to come out and do his part. It's a sad, sometimes frustrating thing about being a guy.
"So trust me, it isn't you. I'm in this room with a naked woman. You can't believe how happy I am about that. The up-and-rarin'-to-go guy will be back. It won't take much. You're the first naked woman other than my wife I've seen in person for more than twenty-five years. That novelty alone will get me going again in no time."
I smiled down at Emma's skepticism, then lowered my head to kiss her once more.
Stepping back a bit, I caressed my way down her face, her throat, till I came to her breasts. Yes, of course they sagged: fifty-some years of gravity will do that. Even so, they were great tits. Cupping each one in turn, I raised the soft weight to my lips and gave a kiss to each nipple. The tightness of the areolae was nearly rough beneath my lips, the nipples themselves firm and hard at being touched by someone other than Emma herself or her regular lover.
From her beautiful tits, I kissed my way up that soft slope, over her shoulder, up her neck and across her chin, back to her lips. The kiss this lesbian gave me held more passion than I think she expected to display. It was certainly more than I'd expected to receive. Nevertheless, she seemed to accept my explanation. In fact, my cock had left his coffee cup in the break room and was getting ready for some fun.
While we kissed some more, I let my hands do a little roaming. For an old broad, Emma had a pretty damn nice ass. Again, it wasn't the ass of a twenty-year-old, but I sure liked it. My cock liked it, too.
And then I felt Emma's hands slip down over my hips and back to my cock and balls. I didn't bother hiding my moan. It's always nice to feel someone else's hands on you: especially your private bits. It wasn't until I felt not-my-wife's hands on my genitals that I realized how well I'd gotten to know the feel of Beth's hands on me. Not that I dislike, or have gotten bored with, her touch, I just didn't realize how "used to it" I'd become, if I could tell a difference between her and Emma.
When I stopped kissing her and straightened myself, Emma's hands stopped, too.
"I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" she asked, fear evident on her face.
"Not at all," I admitted. "It feels great. I was just wondering if you'd like to just concentrate on what you're doing for a little while."
"Uh, sure... I guess. You mean with my hands, right?"
I grinned. "I mean with whatever you feel comfortable using. I don't think you're going to be doing anything that doesn't feel good to me, so would you be okay if I took it easy and let you explore some more?"
Emma seemed a little flustered by my offer. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess so. You don't mind? I mean, yours is the first one I've ever seen up close like this, and since it's unlikely I'll ever get the chance again, I suppose I'd better take advantage while I can, huh?"
I just laughed. "Like I said: whatever you want to do. This isn't about me. If you'd rather not, I'm okay with that, too."
"Okay," Emma started. "I think I want to. Can you lay back on the bed?"
"Sure," I said, sitting up against the headboard. "I hope you don't mind if I watch. I'm a guy. We like to see what's happening, especially where sex is concerned."
Emma muttered, "Okay," then climbed onto the bed and got between my legs.
I have to admit, supermodel or not, this nude lesbian looked pretty damn good, all stretched out like she was preparing to give her first blowjob and wasn't sure where to begin. Laying on her stomach and propping her front up gave me both a good view of an ass I was appreciating more all the time, and a truly spectacular view of a set of tits I really wanted to get to know better.
Now, as I'm sure you can imagine, my cock was anticipating the feeling of a warm mouth closing over it. I mean, it's kind of the thing you usually expect when the two of you are these positions. However, I was trying not to let such expectations get my hopes up too high: after all, I'd done my best to convince Emma that this was to go at her pace, not mine. I just had to make sure I held myself to that promise...
The look Emma gave my cock was one of wonder. I couldn't remember anyone looking at any part of me the way she was viewing my genitals just then.
While, as I said before, some part of me expected her mouth to come in contact with my privates, this didn't happen. Instead, this woman who had only ever known women once more used her fingers on me, the fascination with body parts different from her own fueling her exploration.
And Emma got right up close, too; so close, I felt her breath on my skin, felt it in my pubic hair.
"Smells different, too," she said without taking her eyes off me.
She slowly traced her way around the ridge of my cock head, up the sides of it to the crown, then back down again, just so she could move over a small fraction and do it all over again.
When a clear drop appeared at the tip, she glanced up at me questioningly. I just shrugged. I wasn't about to apologize. It was a natural reaction.
"He likes you," I told her simply. Emma blushed slightly and with a sheepish grin reached for the drop.
Gently, she just broke the surface, then pulled slowly away, watching the crystal arc form between her finger and the remaining drop.
Smiling, she said, "That isn't a whole lot different, is it?"
Having played with Beth's personal lube before, I agreed, "No, not really. Doesn't really taste quite the same, though."
Emma continued to play with my pre-cum, her gaze locked in fascination with it. "I didn't think guys did that kind of thing. Tasting themselves, I mean."
"Oh, I doubt you'll get many who'll admit it, but I'd say more have tasted themselves than you think," I told her, voicing a personal philosophy of mine.
"Really?" Emma responded.
"Absolutely," I said without equivocation.
"Do you?"
Now was my turn to blush. "Since we're being honest here: yes, I do. Not often, but on occasion, I like to buck society's supposed norms, even if I'm the only one who knows it."
"Does Beth know?"
"Yes, she knows. It isn't something I'm ashamed to admit. I'll even kiss her after she gives me head."
"Really? Sounds like you are a rare one."
I moaned as Emma started to smear the clear fluid over the head, just as another drop appeared. She grinned and began coating my head with that one, too.
"I just figure, 'what the hell,' y'know? It's just between her and me, and if it doesn't bother her, why should it bother me? Too many guys let too much bullshit get in the way."
Emma laughed, "Trust me, women get slammed with a lot of stupid hang-ups, too. It's always nice to meet someone who knows who they are and doesn't really care what anybody else thinks."
I wanted to ask personal stuff about her and Michelle, since I'd told her personal stuff about myself, but I'd offered willingly; she hadn't really asked for as much information as I'd divulged. So, I just kept my questions to myself.
As Emma began to run her fingers lightly down the length of my shaft, I just laid back and enjoyed. My cock head glistened with the pre-cum she'd varnished it with, and before too awful long, there was another drop waiting. This one, she ignored for a while, and it merely grew until it couldn't grow anymore, finally streaking down my erect shaft, over Emma's fingers and into my pubes. She giggled lightly and continued caressing and fondling.
"This is kind of fun," my lesbian friend admitted.
"Thanks," I said after a brief moan of pleasure. "Hell of a lot of fun from this side."
"This old dyke's doing okay, then, huh?" Emma laughed.
"You're doing fucking spectacular," I told her, following it with another moan.
By now, there was an almost constant stream of clear fluid running down one side of my hard-on. "Boy, he really does like me, huh?" Emma asked.
"Told you so."
"So, how different does this stuff taste?" she said, tracing the trail from the puddle forming at the base of my cock all the way up to the source of the wetness.
"Only one way to find out," I told her, wondering if she was that comfortable yet.
"How true," Emma said then popped her pre-cum covered fingers into her mouth.
I moaned even louder at seeing her do that. So far, the only fluid exchange that had occurred was some saliva as we kissed. This was taking it another step or two along.
After almost a minute, she pulled the fingers from her mouth. "Not at all bad," she admitted. "I still think I'm slightly more inclined toward my own, but that would be me."
"I think I can say, even without sampling, that I would most likely agree with you. Maybe I'll get the opportunity to do a more thorough test of that later."
Emma smiled. "I think I'll be taking you up on that." Oh yeah, she was definitely getting more comfortable with all this.
"I can hardly wait," I started, but it finished with a gasp as Emma's fingers followed the trail of pre-cum all the way back to the tip and started rubbing all over just that concentrated little area.
"I don't know if I'm ready to take this the next logical step," she said after a quiet chuckle at how sensitive my cock was obviously getting from all her play.
"Take your time," I said as evenly as I could; a difficult proposition considering all the attention my cock had received, and was still getting.
"How about I spend some time with these?" she asked, bouncing my balls in her hand.
"Won't hear any argument from me," I said, happy for some relief for my cock. I wasn't sure I had more than one cum in me, and even though having her play with my balls would still build my arousal even higher, I'd be much less likely to lose it if she explored something else for a while.
Emma had been marveling at my balls quite a bit, watching as they moved and shifted all on their own. She saw how they wanted to pull up tight as she stroked them, so she played for a bit, then left them alone until they relaxed once more, grinning with childlike delight the whole time.
Her playfulness made me smile. I couldn't remember the last time Beth played with my genitals with such amazed glee. Not that she doesn't enjoy touching me, it's just that she's done it before, and I think the sense of discovery has worn down.
After several minutes, Emma looked up and said, "Thank you for doing this for me."
I smiled. "You're very welcome. I'm actually surprised Beth went for the idea. She's really very possessive about the notion of going outside our relationship."
Emma idly fluttered her fingers against whatever they'd reach. "Yeah, I've heard the story. To be honest, I don't blame her. Michelle's a lot the same way.
"So, if you don't mind my asking, why did you agree to this?"
That put me in a spot. Was there some underlying reason to have agreed to something as unusual as what we were doing?
"Uh, I haven't really given it much thought. You were there. It wasn't like I was allowed to think much. If I'd been able to do that, I'm sure I'd have scared myself out of it."
Emma's fingers kept flickering. "Scared? What do you mean?"
"The longer I would have thought about it, the more nightmare scenarios I'd have been able to work up about how this could all be turned against me. I like you. I think you and Michelle are great, and I think you're great for each other, but lesbians or not, I have never harbored any thoughts about doing anything like this with either of you."
"Up until I came up with this crazy idea," she said, caressing her way now from the tip of my cock, over my balls, "I'd never thought about sex with a man, either. I love you as a brother-in-law, but I sure hadn't thought we'd ever be doing anything like this. Hadn't really even expected you to agree with it."
"Nevertheless, I'm glad to be able to help. You're doing great, as far as I'm concerned."
She smiled. "Thanks." Her fingers kept fondling as she asked, "Would you mind if I touched other places?"
Not knowing exactly what she meant, I nevertheless told her, "My body is your playground."
Emma laughed, "Do you always talk like you're in a bad Victorian novel?"
I laughed right with her, "Sorry. Do what you'd like. It's why I'm here."
Emma's hands left my cock and balls and started to caress my legs, my stomach, my chest.
"That feels nice," I told her quietly.
"Thank you," she returned, her hands roaming over every inch of me she could reach. "It feels quite a bit different than a female body. Firmer, not quite so smooth. Still, like you were saying, just different, not necessarily better or worse."
"Well, I have to say, I like what you're doing." It was true. Emma's hands were gentle. They felt good running over my skin. She lingered over my chest a couple times, then leaned in and kissed my stomach. She then started leaving random kisses on my body as her hands continued to slowly move.
"All this hair," Emma muttered as she caressed my chest, stomach, legs.
"If you can believe it, there are guys out there who shave their entire bodies."
"Oh, I can believe it," she said, "especially considering some of the things women do to their bodies. Why should men be any different?"
"True, though I have to admit, I'm personally not a fan of women who go completely au naturale."
"What, you don't like unshaven pussies?" she asked, her confidence briefly shaken.
I laughed. "No, not that. I love pussy shaven, hairy or anywhere in between. It's the girls with armpits and legs as hairy as my own that don't do a lot for me."
Emma's hands started up and down my thighs, coming just short of my crotch before heading back toward my knees once more. "What would you have done if I was one of those lesbians with the hairy legs and pits, then?"
"I won't lie. It would have made this more difficult for me, but it'd be petty of me to back out for such a reason after having agreed to it.
"Besides, once I got behind closed doors with you, I wouldn't have been able to bring myself to disappoint you like that."
Emma smiled. "I appreciate that. Thank you." Her hands had gone up past my thighs and rubbed my stomach by this time.
"So, as I've already told you, I like what I see, and am glad you at least appear not to be too repulsed by my body."
"On the contrary," she said as her hands swept over my bellybutton, toward my drooling cock head. "I think you're a fine-looking man. I'm glad to have you be my first."
I expected Emma's hands to brush over my hard-on as they got closer -- to be honest, I was hoping they would -- but about an inch before exactly that could happen, they parted and once again slid down my legs.
I couldn't keep a whimper from escaping my throat at the tease.
"Oh, is he getting all frustrated that the mean old dyke won't give him the attention he wants?" Emma mocked.
"He can take it," I told her. "I have to tell you, I don't know if I have more than one cum in me, so I'm trying to be good so this can last."
"Why, thank you," Emma said.
"Besides," I went on, "it's been a long time since I've been with a woman other than my wife, so I'd kind of like this to last a while for that reason, too."
"I see," she nodded sagely. "It's your way of cheating on your wife, but not cheating on her, because she gave permission."
Put that way, I had to agree. "I guess you could say that. I hadn't really even thought about it in those terms till just new."
Emma grinned. "Wow. I've never been 'the other woman' before. And especially not with a straight couple. Well, I've thought about it, but never with your half, if you know what I mean."
Her hands were getting close to my cock again, and I could feel the phantom of anticipated touch the nearer they came. Once more, they parted just moments before touching my drooling hard-on. God, this was maddening, but it was a delightful frustration.
Emma continued down my legs once again, her fingers sliding down just past my balls and over my inner thighs. This was a new sensation from her, and I couldn't help the grunt, followed by a moan, that accompanied it.
"Like that, huh?" she said with a saucy lilt in her voice.
"I think you already know the answer to that," I gasped as she stayed right there, not quite touching my balls, but gently tickling the sensitive flesh just to either side of them.
"So, how long do straight folks fool around like this before they get down to the main event?"
"Uh, I think this is almost a record for me," I estimated, my words coming out a little choppy from the intensely pleasant sensations coming from between my legs, sensations that would get a whole lot better once Emma decided to go for the good stuff. I had no real idea how long we'd been playing around, but the fact that we both came into this without any actual sexual feelings toward one another was certainly aiding in such prolonged foreplay. Besides, we'd been doing a lot of talking along the way.
"Usually, we get into some oral, then after a little while, we both manage to get where we just need to take it to the next stage."
Emma's hands just kept playing, and I could swear I felt them getting closer to my balls and cock, even if it was only by little fractions of an inch.
"So, does she just suck you, or do you eat her, too, as part of your foreplay?"
There was no point in holding back. "A lot of times, she does me and that's it, but I dearly love licking pussy."
Emma's hands crept ever closer to my genitals. My cock drooled even more in anticipation.
"Do you? Why don't you lick her more often, then?"
Again, there seemed no real reason to withhold the truth. My wife might be embarrassed to know I was divulging such things, but she wasn't in the room right then. "She's reluctant to have me get down there. Oh, she enjoys it when I do, but she's self-conscious about the smell and the taste. I've told her several times that I'm a guy and we're programmed to find those things arousing, but it doesn't seem to ease her hesitation."
Emma stopped her gentle caresses. "Well, that stinks. I'd think she'd be happy to have a man who liked getting his face between her legs. I understand there are a lot of guys who don't necessarily care to."
"Yeah, I've heard that, too. Those guys are fools. Nothing hotter than knowing you made a woman feel good with just your mouth."
"I'll agree with that," Emma said with a smirk. "Care to demonstrate how a straight guy performs oral on a woman?"
The thought of eating Emma's pussy was suddenly the greatest idea of this whole scenario. Sure, she had certainly had tongues on her privates before, but I got to be her first. As I've said: I don't tend to be overly competitive. I'd already set up the premise that there wasn't anything necessarily better about straight versus gay sex, just that they were maybe a little different. However, this was my opportunity to prove that a guy could be just as good as a girl in the cunnilingus department.
Besides, since I truly do love eating pussy, I'd be foolish to pass up the opportunity. If Emma was of a mind, she could also maybe point me in the right direction for improving my oral skills.
I felt a surge of arousal at the offer. "I would love to demonstrate. Where would you like to be?"
"Could I be there where you are? I think I'd like to watch you do me."
Wow. The thought of being watched while I performed was daunting, but arousing, too. I wasn't sure if this was how Emma usually was, but I knew Beth didn't care to watch when I ate her pussy.
"Absolutely." I slid off the bed and offered the spot I'd just left. "Warmed it up just for you."
Emma gave me another smile. She liked how I played. I was glad. Beth likes it, too. Sex should be fun. There's no real need for it to be overly serious. I mean, if God (or whichever higher power you may espouse) hadn't meant for sex to be fun, why would it feel so good? Also, if sex wasn't meant to be at least occasionally recreational, then pregnancy wouldn't be so hit-or-miss, now would it? I guess, ultimately, my philosophy is: if sex isn't fun, then why bother?
On her way to the bed, Emma stopped and threw her arms around me, stretching up to lay a kiss on my lips once more, then climbed onto the bed where I'd just been.
As I got into position, Emma warned mockingly, "I'm gonna be extra tough on you. I've been licked by professionals, you know."
The grin that instantly appeared on her face told me she was joking, but to an extent, I wondered whether there would be a difference. Of course I've heard "a woman knows best how to pleasure a woman." Who hasn't? Yeah, yeah, I know, similar anatomy should know from personal experience blah blah blah. There might be something to it, but I have a hard time believing it's really all that much different, and a competitive side of me that only emerges once in a while decided I was going to show her I could please a pussy just fine, using my mouth.
"Yeah, well, there's something to be said for enthusiastic amateurs, too," I shot back, a humorous lilt to my voice.
I then shut the hell up, turning my attention to the task at hand.
Now, I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but Emma didn't shave her pussy. There was a thick bush of dark pubic hair between her legs, the dark shot through once in a while with a random light one, proof that she wasn't a youngster anymore. I've noticed the odd gray pube on myself the last few years, so I certainly had no room for protest.
It didn't matter to me. As I'd stated earlier: hairy, bald, anywhere in between, I just plain love pussy. And I intended to prove to this lesbian that a straight guy -- at least this one - can orally make love to a pussy just as well as another lesbian can.
For well over a minute, I just admired. I couldn't help but compare Emma's pussy to the only other one I knew intimately. The look wasn't exceptionally different. I mean: it was a pussy. The lips protruded very nicely, just the way I like them best. I knew from my forays online that there are plenty of women out there whose lips remain hidden, but that wasn't the case here, and I loved it. From the smell, I could tell Emma was enjoying our play, and it made me glad to have agreed to do this with, and for, her.
When I began to lean in toward her beautiful cunt, I couldn't help myself and just continued in until my cheek rested against the beautiful fur. I just nuzzled a while, enjoying the feel of her pussy hair against my face, as my nostrils were filled with the delectable aroma of her arousal. Hell, I might have done the exact same thing if she'd been shaven, just rubbing my face against her most intimate area. The fact that there was this lush softness simply made it that much more enjoyable.
"You like?" Emma cooed when I'd finished moving my face all around her fuzzy crotch and just rested my cheek on her mound.
"Very much," I replied.
"I don't think anybody has ever done what you just did when they got between my legs."
"Their loss," I said, still not moving.
She laughed. "Well, now's my turn to tell you not to rush. I like what you're doing. No woman I can remember has just luxuriated in my pubic hair before."
"Feels terrific," I told her, taking in a huge lungful of pussy-scented air.
Eventually, the odor of her made me want to do more. Raising my head, I lowered my mouth to the spot on her inner thigh, the one she'd been teasing on me just a few minutes earlier.
"Mmm, that's nice," she purred. I looked up and saw that, for her statement that she wanted to watch, Emma's eyes were closed, concentrating on what my lips and tongue were doing.
I continued to lick and nibble everywhere but her pussy proper, similar to how Emma had treated me before, going all around the "good spots," but not quite getting to them.
She really liked when I ran my tongue along the seam between her thigh and her vagina. Her gentle shudders, moans and squeals told me I was doing everything right so far. It made me proud of myself, knowing I was able to do this to a woman whose body I wasn't familiar with. It meant I'd actually learned something in the practice I'd gotten over the years.
Yes, for those of you wondering, I was getting hair in my mouth, but most of them were still attached and didn't want to let go, which was just fine with me. There is collateral in certain activities, and if you enjoy the activity, you just roll with that collateral and don't let it detract from your fun.
When I looked up from Emma's pussy, I noticed her eyes were still closed, but she definitely liked what I was doing. God, I do so love the sight of a sexually aroused woman, and I was doing a good job of doing that for this woman who'd only known women before.
Emma's nipples were as taut as I'd ever seen a set of nipples before. They stood out almost as long as the tip of my little finger, but not quite as big around. Her areolas had shrunk to about the size of a quarter. It looked almost painful. Briefly, I entertained the idea of going up and giving those nipples a tweak or a nibble, just to see what her reaction would be, but while that was definitely in the cards for later, I still had a pussy to attend to.
I continued to tease all around Emma's pussy with my tongue and lips, thrilling with glee at the low moans and slight squirms I got in response. Slowly, I narrowed my passes until there was no more avoiding lapping at her warm, swollen labia.
Even once I came in contact with her most intimate features, I still took my time, letting my tongue explore the folds, gently sucking the lips into my mouth, but staying on the outside. There was much more to be found inside, I knew, but we had time. As far as I was aware, we'd been given no deadline, and Emma seemed in no rush, so I sure as hell wasn't going to barrel on through and bring it to an end too soon.
Playing with Emma's pussy lips was a delight. They were warm and fleshy and my lapping at them got such wonderful reactions. There was no doubt she enjoyed what I was doing, and it gave me a swell of pride to know that.
Still, the male ego being what it is, it demanded some kind of definite feedback...
Backing away from my ever-so-pleasant chore just enough that I could speak, I asked, "So, I take it I'm doing okay?" I didn't wait for a response, I just went back to what I was doing.
"Oh god, yes," Emma panted. "Okay doesn't even begin to cover it."
Smiling into her delectable slit, I kept up my eager ministrations, knowing soon, I'd be delving inside those lips, and the treasures to be found within...
When I did finally poke my tongue into Emma's amazing cunt, I moaned in pleasure, a sound that was overshadowed by the corresponding reaction said cunt's owner released.
Briefly, I wondered if the girls in the living room could hear us, but also figured, if Emma didn't care, I sure as hell didn't. I certainly had no intention of stopping what I was doing, in any event. The suspicion was that the point would come where I'd be the one doing the majority of moaning, somewhere in the near future. At least, I hoped so.
Dipping my tongue into the deep fount of womanhood coated it with a healthy helping of clear fluid, and my taste buds immediately were flooded with the musky flavor. In stories like this, authors tend to use words like "sweet" to describe the taste of things like orgasmic fluids and such. Anyone who's eaten sexual juices knows that there's nothing truly sweet about it: it's an emotional description, more than a sensory one.
Nevertheless, my emotions were describing the tang of this lesbian's pussy as very "sweet" indeed.
As I continued to lap, I made sure to get as much of that flavor as I possibly could. Eventually, I began to lick higher and lower. Lower was limited by how Emma sat, but higher... I could go higher, and I knew I could get her to squeal once I got to the proper height.
From my very close proximity, I could see just the tiny tip of a shiny pink object nestled beneath its hood at the apex of the delight I was partaking of at that moment. The hood was almost hidden by a thick tuft of dark hair, but I knew what I saw; it wasn't hidden completely from my view.
Finally, I decided it was time to go for the gold. I split her lips with my tongue as I made my way up to that little pink tip. However, rather than just flicking directly over that tip, I once more diverted myself off to one side of the hood, having a pretty good idea of the reaction I'd get from that.
Sure enough, Emma gasped and cried out, her reaction being pretty much what I'd expected and hoped for. I figured I'd primed her pump enough that working her toward a climax was the next logical step. Being a woman, it was a pretty good bet she had more than one orgasm in her. I intended on putting that assumption to the test, in any event.
For quite a while, I just circled her clit hood with my tongue. Emma rewarded me with an awful lot of increasingly intense orgasmic sounds and movements. She was doing her damnedest to keep her hips still, but was failing pretty miserably. It didn't matter to me: I was more than willing to chase her around in my quest to give her her first orgasm by a man.
Briefly, I felt her hand in my hair, and thought for a moment that she was going to hold my head in place. I wasn't necessarily looking forward to that, but I sure as hell wasn't going to stop now, knowing I'd gotten her so close. Her fingers clenched, then released as I next felt her hands all over my head and shoulders as she tumbled toward the abyss of orgasm by my tongue.
Then, I switched course again, this time reaching up and pulling back Emma's clitoral hood with two fingers, which brought another deep moan from her. Now, her swollen clit stood out proud from its former hiding place, stiff and waiting for attention.
I wasn't sure if this was how lesbians fucked, but I didn't care at that point. I was no lesbian, by dint of anatomy, but I was sure willing to give a woman as much pleasure as I could, and by that point, it was a pretty sure thing that Emma wasn't going to complain how I got her off.
With her clitoris displayed to my appreciative eyes and begging for attention, I extended my tongue and gave that stiff little girl-erection a flick...
Emma's back arched and she moaned almost like it hurt. I didn't think she'd cum yet, but it wasn't far off. Another flick and it kicked her up a notch; by that time, all I wanted to do is make this woman orgasm.
So, I lapped and flicked, nibbled and sucked, occasionally going down and licking up another big dollop of that tasty girl juice, but mostly, I just attacked her clit, knowing each contact just ratcheted her closer to the top of the hill before the big plunge...
When it came, it came hard. Emma's back arched once more and her hips began to pulse. Her pussy released more fluid in my face; not quite a squirt, but damn close. And the sounds... oh baby! My god, I loved it!
I refused to let her down. She tried to push me away, but I wrapped my hands around her thighs and held on. Before too long, she was racing up the next hill, on her way to another tremendous orgasm.
And the second was as powerful as the first. She came and came as I did my best to ride her through it. I was getting soaked, but loving every second.
When Emma finally pushed on my head this time, I reluctantly took my mouth from her pussy and smiled up at her.
I was quite willing to let Emma speak first. It was erotic as hell to see how sexy she was, post-orgasm. I was happy just to watch the results of my hard, wonderful work.
"Fuck. You really do like to eat pussy, don't you?" Emma finally panted after a minute or so.
My smile broadened. "Told you."
"Wow. Beth's crazy not to want that practically every waking hour."
"I know," I said, sliding off the bed, "and it would be my distinct pleasure to give it to her."
Emma laughed. "Of course, then she'd never get anything else done."
"Neither would I, but I don't think I'd really give a damn. I'd be doing one of the things I like doing best already." I sat next to Emma on the bed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. She laid her head on my chest. Her breathing still came in deep pants, but it was starting to even out.
"Okay," she started, "you convinced me. A man can eat a pussy as well as a woman."
Even though that wasn't necessarily what I'd set out to prove, I took it as the compliment it was intended to be. "Thank you. I'm glad I didn't screw it up."
"Oh damn, you didn't screw anything up," she laughed. "If I wasn't into women exclusively, I'd sure as hell snap you up, for that single demonstration alone."
"Sorry, already taken," I said smarmily.
"Yeah. Shit." Emma replied, then started to laugh.
Her laughter brought on my own, and we just sat there for a minute or so, not speaking, not doing anything else, just lost in our own thoughts for the moment.
"Well, damn," she then began, "I guess I should take a try at you, then, shouldn't I?" It didn't sound nearly as exasperated as it reads, trust me.
The thought of what Emma meant made my cock jump in anticipation. Her pleasure as I ate her had gotten me hard again, but our interlude had made me lose much of that erection. If she meant what I thought she meant, I sort of wished I could manage to go completely soft, so she could feel the sense of accomplishment, feeling me grow in her mouth.
If that was what she was talking about, that is.
"Whatever you're ready for," I told her, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.
Emma sat up straight beside me. "Oh, I think I'm ready," she said. "A good orgasm'll do wonders for the decision making process. And that was definitely a good orgasm. Kind of sparks the old desire to reciprocate, y'know?"
"Oh, absolutely," I agreed. I hated (well, "hate" is way, way too strong a word, but I think you understand) the sex sessions where I came first, then when I offered to get Beth off, she begged off, saying she was okay. I like reciprocating orgasms, and feel kind of guilty and selfish if I cum and she doesn't. Oh, I get over it (again: guy), but I like the idea of being fair, particularly where sex is concerned.
It appeared Emma shared my philosophy. Any other time, I wouldn't have cared, since she wasn't my woman. However, for the moment, due to a freak of circumstance, she was mine, and therefore, all the rules and desires I normally reserve for my wife applied.
"Where do you want me?" My heart was pounding, my cock experiencing ghost sensations in anticipation of what, it was certain, it would soon be feeling.
"How about we trade places again?"
Well, I was all for that. Emma started shifting herself around on the bed, and I moved over a little bit from where I currently sat. Emma positioned herself between my legs once more, her gaze locked on my cock, which I was trying hard to keep from going fully hard. A difficult proposition, but as I said earlier, if she was going to do what I thought she was going to do, I wanted her to feel my cock swell. It was one of the things Beth has told me she likes best about giving head: feeling me go from small and soft to big and stiff.
Still, anticipation was getting me really excited. I could barely remember the last time a woman other than my wife had my cock in her mouth. The thought had my libido simply bouncing.
As she'd done before, Emma laid there and just stared for quite a while. I could almost feel her gaze like a physical thing. Like before, as she stared down my cock, I loved the look of fascination her face held. This time, however, I thought I detected at least a modicum of desire there, as well.
Like last time, she led with her hands. I didn't care: as before, it felt fucking fantastic. Emma fondled and caressed, tickled and traced. After a few minutes, she began to move her face toward my waiting erection. No, she wasn't going to get to feel me grow, but that wasn't real important.
A distant part of my brain wondered what was going through this nearly sixty-year-old lesbian's mind right at that moment. Was she gritting her teeth at the prospect of what she was about to do? Was she merely going through with it so she could say she'd done it and never had to do it ever again?
The look I saw said she wasn't appalled by the prospect of what she was preparing to do. From what I could tell, she seemed at least a little excited about doing something she'd never done before.
The closer she got to my genitals, the more my anticipation grew. I was rather looking forward to giving the girls out in the other room an aural show... if they were even out there, that is. It isn't usual for me to make a lot of noise as my pleasure builds -- or when the inevitable comes. Too many years growing up, masturbating with my parents in the bedroom next door. That kind of restraint becomes habit after a while, y'know? Still, Emma had given me plenty of feedback as to how I was doing; I determined I was going to attempt to relax and give her just as much, if at all possible.
Emma's face got closer and closer, until I could feel her breath on my taut skin. I expected her to open her mouth and just take me in, but instead, she did kind of like I had, when I nuzzled my face into her pubic mound.
Holding my stiff cock in her hand, my lovely, wonderful lesbian sister-in-law pressed her cheek against my erection, rubbing it all over her face. She even delved down lower and caressed my balls this way, until almost every part of me down there had touched every part of her up there. I had to admit, it felt fucking great, and looked even better. God, how I loved this cock worship stuff. I was going to have to try to convince my wife to appreciate me more like this, and to allow me to do the same to her.
Even though I wasn't used to such abandon, I let my moans out, making sure Emma could easily tell I enjoyed what she was doing. I saw the look on her face as she continued to give me a "face job," for lack of a better term for it. She was having fun, I could tell, and my reaction was a big part of it.
Emma didn't even stop or protest when the pre-cum began flowing again, and before long, she had streaks of it all across her cheeks and nose, even up into her hair. If she didn't care, I sure wasn't going to make a fuss. It all felt and looked fucking spectacular to me, that was for goddamn certain.
Even when she did start actually using her mouth, she didn't just open wide and gulp me down. No, as with this whole experience, she took her time. Instead of just "going for it," she extended her tongue and tentatively licked.
Now, I have to admit, this contact was so slight I barely felt a thing, but the look was practically mind-blowing. Emma was going to look beyond amazing when she finally went all the way and gave her first ever "blowjob."
I could hardly wait.
For a long time, she just used her tongue. Sometimes, she lapped like in some of the porns I'd watched, treating my cock like an ice cream cone that was melting in the sun. I didn't particularly care how she did what she did, as long as she kept doing it.
From tongue, she transitioned to kisses. Her lips contacting my cock and balls felt just as incredible as everything she'd done so far, and I made sure to let her know that. She looked up at me again and again to make sure I enjoyed what she was doing, and I gave her that feedback. I wasn't holding back the pleasure I was feeling, either by sound or by look. I wanted Emma to hopefully get just as aroused by my reactions to what she was doing as I had gotten as I licked her.
Each time she looked up, I smiled at her childlike delight. She apparently liked a slow oral tease, giving as well as receiving. She'd obviously liked the pace I'd taken with her. She was simply doing the same thing with me. Reciprocation... gotta love it.
Then, she opened wide and sucked me in. Her mouth on my balls felt wonderful. Of course, my cock shrieked its protest, but I knew it'd get the attention it desired when Emma was ready.
Unfortunately, there aren't enough ways to describe getting your balls sucked, because what my lesbian lover was doing to them felt fucking spectacular. I've never understood the men who don't like having their balls worked on, either with fingers or with mouths. Me, I love having my balls caressed and sucked. It's just one more fantastic sensation that adds to all the others.
I had to admit, Emma looked like she was having fun with her mouth on my balls. They'd pulled up pretty tight at the stimulation, but she was still managing to take as much as she could get hold of. Eventually, they got so tight to my body, all she could really do was lick and lap, and I let her do just that.
At one point, Emma turned a quizzical look to me, and my only response was a smile, and a hand down to the side of her face, to push out a few stray strands of hair that threatened to get in the way of what she was doing. I figured my moans were acknowledgment enough that I liked what she was doing, and even while I smiled down, I didn't hold back my sounds of pleasure.
From my balls, my lovely lesbian friend began to lick and kiss her way up my insistent hard-on. It throbbed under the pleasant - if inexpert - attention, the head anticipating the moment her lips and tongue finally came in contact.
Emma was in no rush, though. She lingered along my shaft, her mouth sending delectable thrills through my genitals. I was practically vibrating from erotic tension. Everything we'd done so far had me raring to go, but I was restraining myself for Emma's sake. 'Tweren't easy, though, I can tell you.
After what seemed way too long, Emma reached that line that separated the sensitive part from the not-quite-so-sensitive part of my cock. She seemed fascinated by the definition between one and the other, and just ran the tip of her tongue over that transition for a while, looking up at my face, gauging my reaction to it, as she'd done so many times since she began.
I didn't hold back. I was nearly desperate to feel her mouth over the head, and wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold back my orgasm once she got that far. I wondered what she'd think if I just shot a load of cum right into her mouth. Hopefully she wouldn't be disgusted or anything, because I really didn't know if I'd be able to prevent myself.
My moans were louder and carried a hint of a whimper as I got so aroused I could barely stand it anymore. If it'd been Beth down there, I'd have begged for her to put me out of my misery and just to suck my cock. However, as I've said so many times already: it wasn't Beth, and this wasn't necessarily for me. Therefore, I did my best to restrain myself and let Emma take this at her own pace...
Emma saw the look on my face and asked, "You okay?" Her fingers still held my cock, her lips mere fractions of an inch away.
I took a couple breaths to try and get my voice under control. "Yeah. You've just got me so horny..."
"Need me to stop?"
Was she kidding? Fuck! Still, I tried not to let my disbelief show. "God, no. I just don't know if I'll be able to keep from cumming if you keep going."
She let the hand I couldn't see tickle my balls. "In my mouth?"
"You gonna be okay with that?"
A beat. "Don't know. Never had a guy cum in my mouth before. How about we find out?"
Then, without any further hesitation, Emma, my sister-in-law's wife, a devout lesbian for nearly sixty years, opened her mouth and engulfed the head and about a third of my cock shaft in her warm, wet mouth.
I couldn't help it. The orgasm roared up on me almost instantly. There was no telling if I'd be done or not, but there was nothing I could do but succumb to the pleasure. I bellowed as the most intense sensation overtook my body and my cock began to pulse. Remember, Beth had had me refrain from cumming for a little while now, so Emma was going to get a good mouthful.
For a beginner, this lesbian was a champ as far as catching a load of cum was concerned. She didn't hesitate, she didn't pull away. Emma let my cock empty itself onto her tongue, even letting out a little purr of satisfaction as she took my cream. This was the first woman aside from my wife to take a load of my cum in a long, long time.
When Emma was satisfied my climax was over, she pushed herself up to a sitting position. From the way she held her mouth, I could tell she hadn't swallowed. Really, I kind of wondered what she was up to. She wasn't looking for something to spit into, so what the hell...
Then, she gave me a look, and I knew what she was thinking. She was going back to our conversation a while ago, where I was talking about tasting myself. Oh fuck. Still, I wasn't squeamish about it. Besides, this woman had gotten me hornier than I'd been in ages. After cumming, any potential desire for what she had on her mind swiftly vacated my brain, but I could tell she wasn't going to give me a choice. Besides, she'd made me feel so good, it'd be stupid to refuse.
Emma leaned toward me and pressed her lips against mine. Then, her mouth opened and I did the same. Her tongue pushed my load into my mouth and we played with it a little. I pushed some of the jizz back to her and we played a little more. Eventually, we backed away from one another, part of my cum load still in each of our mouths.
I'm sure, with this little revelation, that some of you readers are completely fucking turned off. If this is the case, I apologize. I'm merely relating events as they happened. Since the overwhelming majority of readers who may have been offended are male, let me pose this scenario: say you've gone down on your woman and have given her multiple screaming orgasms. When you finally come up for air, she refuses to kiss you because your face and lips are coated in her orgasmic secretions. How would that make you feel? It's the same thing as refusing her after she's pleasured you, boys.
I could go on, but let me get back to the story, for those of you who haven't had their little homophobic feelings hurt...
For a few seconds, Emma and I just looked at one another. I was proud and aroused that she'd just sucked off her first cock. The look on her face mirrored the pride, but also seemed tinged with some sheepishness, plus wonder that I'd kissed her, and had been willing to go along with her snowball idea.
After a little bit, we both swallowed. Emma said almost immediately after:
"I can't believe you did that."
I shrugged. "It won't kill me. Besides, after you made me feel so good, it'd be ungrateful and small-minded to refuse you."
She laughed, "Maybe so, but I bet not many guys would have kissed me, knowing what I'd just done, and knowing my mouth was still full."
"You're absolutely right there. Still, I don't think it makes me gay or anything, much as some people might argue to the contrary. I'm me, and they're them, and as long as they keep their opinions to themselves, I'm more than willing to not publicly judge them, either."
Emma laid her head on my shoulder and slowly caressed my stomach. "That sounds like a great philosophy to me. Too bad more people don't adhere to such a policy."
"Tell me about it," I humphed.
The ice finally broken, there was no more hesitation, no more permission asked. Emma's hand slid down to my now-soft, significantly smaller penis.
"So does this mean we're done now?" she asked, flopping my flaccid cock back and forth a couple times.
"Normally, it would be," I admitted. "Usually, one cum and I'm finished. Still, I want you to know what a real cock feels like in you, so I'm not ready to call it quits just yet."
My lesbian (if that was now the proper term, considering) sister-in-law smiled up at me. "I was hoping you'd say that.
"What do I need to do to get you ready again?"
I laughed. "I'm not really sure. It's been such a long time since I've gone twice in a session, I don't quite know. On top of it, the last time I managed to go more than once, I was a hell of a lot younger, and bounced back a whole lot faster.
"I guess at the moment, I'd say just keep up what you've been doing, both with your hands and your mouth."
"I can do that," Emma agreed. "Think I might be able to get some more, too?"
"Absolutely," I agreed wholeheartedly. "Now?"
"In a little bit," she said, her fingers still dancing over my balls and slowly rising cock.
After several delightful minutes, I stood at attention once more. From the dull ache at the base of my cock, I didn't think I'd be cumming again any time soon, though, which was probably a good thing.
Emma had gone back to using her mouth along the way, which helped get me hard a lot more quickly than if she'd have continued with just her hands. Eventually, she pulled off to ask, "Mind if I get some more now?"
As she continued to fondle while awaiting my answer, I responded, "Bring that pussy over here, but please, don't stop what you're doing."
"You aren't going to cum in my mouth again, are you?"
"Was it that bad?" I asked with dread.
My dismay caused Emma to chuckle. "That isn't what I meant. I meant that the next time you cum, I'd like it to be in my pussy, so I can know what that's like, too."
I held back a vocal sigh of relief. "Ah, I see. Well, I can assure you that after cumming once already, it's going to take a while for me to get that far again."
Emma smiled. "Good," then she got up and positioned herself over me so we could pleasure each other at the same time.
It'd been a while since I'd eaten pussy while I got my cock sucked. My concentration probably wasn't quite what it could have been, but after only a minute or two, Emma's cunt was oozing its delectable fluid onto my tongue once more.
I really wanted to lick Emma to another orgasm, but while I got plenty of arousing moans, whimpers and such, it seemed that Emma's concentration was being pulled in too many directions for her to get over the hump, too.
When she pulled her mouth off my cock to speak again, what Emma said made me moan even louder.
"Whattya think? Is it time for fucking now?" There was no hesitation, no embarrassment. If anything, she was eager to try her first -- and most likely only -- straight fuck. I think we were both beyond the embarrassment stage. We were going to do this, and we'd done enough to and for each other that to be reluctant about it anymore would be ludicrous.
"I thought you'd never ask," I replied, giving her clit a couple more flicks with my tongue.
With a purr of satisfaction, Emma finally rolled off and laid down beside me. I got up, assuming she intended for me to take charge at this point, then positioned myself between her legs.
Then, a thought occurred to me.