Real Lovers

"Yeah, two words: Iced Tea and Chicken Pot Pie."

"Pretty sure that was more than two words, but yeah those are some of our best sellers. I worked there since I was 17, and in January I put all my eggs in one basket and bought the place- actually my dad and I bought it, but I do all the work. My life is hell right now, but it seems to be working out. You guys want another beer?"

"Sure," Susan said. Dave scowled at her and went back into the house.

Helen put some lotion on my back and legs. As she was doing it, Dave reemerged wearing swim attire. "Is this serious?" he asked, seeing Helen's hands on me.

I volunteered, "We haven't known each other long, but so far, yeah, pretty serious. We have an understanding." Helen smiled.

"I won't even pretend to know what that means," he said as he jumped in the pool.

The rest of the day went great. Dave took over as Barbeque Master. Several neighbors showed up and I was introduced around. Helen even gave me a couple of very public kisses to which several people raised their eyebrows. I kept my alcohol intake very moderate- just two for the whole party.

Helen walked me out to the car at about 8. It was still light out, but night was coming. We held each other for a minute, not caring who saw us. "Give me your tongue," she requested. I did and she sucked on it for a few seconds. "Just a preview," she said as she stroked the front of my shorts.

We both worked the next day at 5:00, so we agreed she'd come to my place at about 1:00. My roommate would be at work, and we'd have the apartment to ourselves.

"This is all happening so fast. I might need some help calming down."

"Calm, who needs calm? I'm going to be highly aroused. I guarantee it."

On the drive home, I noticed that I could still faintly smell her on my fingers.

The next morning, I did all the dishes and vacuumed. I ran a couple of loads of laundry and put some clothes away. I used the brush on the toilet for the first time that year and generally tidied up. I put some water in the houseplants and listened to some music.

She was about 20 minutes early. I heard her coming up the steps and I had the door open before she knocked.

She was wearing a pair of black denim jeans (part of our work uniform) and a colorful button up shirt. Something was up and she looked at me with an uncertain look.

"Whatever it is that's worrying you, forget it," I said. I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, meeting her lips with a sincere kiss. She hummed into my mouth.

"Anyone here?"

"Nope."

"In that case," she said dropping to her knees right there on the living room carpet just inside the door.

She fumbled with my belt for a second, figured it out and looked up into my eyes. It appeared she was still requesting permission.

I smiled, "According to our 'Understanding', I am going to assume that anything I want from you is okay unless you tell me different. I want you to assume the same of me. Of course, we can change the agreement anytime, but I'm hoping we don't."

"In that case," she reached in and freed my cock from my Jockeys. At first, she just stared at it and rubbed her hands around, exploring my balls. She giggled and stuck out her tongue, licking the head. "I've done this before but let me know what you want."

"You got a deal."

She kissed the right side, then the left, then opened her mouth and allowed about 3 inches of it into her mouth. She began stroking up and down slowly, then sped up her pace. "Do you want me to go deeper?

"Why don't you try it and see what you think?"

At about 4 inches, she started to gag. "I don't know what other guys like, but with me, it's not a contest about how deep you can go. I don't ever want to cause you discomfort or pain. Most of the pleasurable nerves are in the tip and first inch or so of the shaft. The most sensitive area is the underside of the head."

She continued, then paused. "Do you like your testicles kissed?"

She went back to her job as I answered, "First off, please call them balls, the other is too clinical sounding. I won't ever refer to your 'vagina' if you promise to never refer to my 'penis', and yes, they can be quite pleasurable, but more so just before I cum."

Helen kissed down to my ball sack and took one of them into her mouth. Taking it out, she asked, "Like that?" she was breathing heavily. "I kinda like calling them testicles, and I love going down on you. I even like the expression, 'going down'. It gets me hot. How long before you cum?"

I was up to my maximum, which virtue of multiple measurements over the years was just under 6 inches. "Normally it's not a race, but because of the circumstances, I'm about halfway there. Normally I wouldn't want to cum, because it can make it harder to get up later, but today, I'm feeling immortal. You're doing great."

She redoubled her efforts and even started getting used to the 4-inch insertion from time to time. Her mouth was very wet, and saliva was dripping down her chin. "Do you want to cum?"

"Guys always want to cum, the question is, 'Do you want me to?'"

"Yes, I want to hear you cum. I want to feel it shoot into my mouth. I want to taste it. I want to swallow it."

"Keep it up and we'll be there in no time."

Helen grabbed my ass cheeks and held me as she sucked my cock.

She was going faster and faster, making moaning sounds as she pistoned. "I'm going to cum," I announced. It was still about 15 seconds away, but it was inevitable.

She came off long enough to pant, "Give it to me." then resumed.

It wasn't one of those slow rocking over the threshold orgasms. It came upon me in a second, and I was pumping a couple of days-worth of jizz into her beautiful waiting mouth. I grunted and squirmed, eyes shut tight as it washed through my brain. Not sure how I remained standing.

I heard her coughing and sputtering but was too preoccupied to respond.

Opening my eyes about 10 seconds later, I noticed she was in the process of swallowing. Finishing, she looked up at me with a huge smile on her face. "Did I do good?"

"You and me, we're gonna be fine." I helped her up, tucked my still semi-turgid cock into my Jockeys and took her by the hand. "You want something to drink?"

"Maybe some water, but then I want to get naked."

"Let's go."

I had (still have) a rich imaginative brain. One of the topics I've thought about for years is "how best to undress a woman for maximum anticipation- for both parties".

I was about to test out one of my plans.

As I led her to my bedroom, she started untucking her shirt. "Wait, let me do that."

I stood in front of her and gave her a big hug, more reassuring than sexual. I then gave her a sincere kiss.

Then I knelt and untied my shoes and socks, taking them off and setting them aside neatly. She watched patiently. Then I reached for her shoelaces and repeated it on her.

I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head and cast it onto the pile of shoes. Then I reached for her shirt buttons, undid them, and removed her shirt.

I repeated this with our pants. I had her sit on the edge of the bed to pull them off. When we were down to our underwear (hers were red and lacy), I went to the other side of the bed, laid down and motioned for her to join me. She quickly jumped onto the bed and got on top, straddling my hips. "Fuck this," she said, reaching around for the clasp on her bra- removing it and throwing it across the room. It was the first time I'd seen her breasts, and they were lovely- just the way I like them most- about a B cup, with small, pointy, slightly puffy, dusky pink nipples. Her upper chest and upper arms were covered in freckles like her face.

"You like?"

"You're perfect, everything a man could want. C'mere," I said as I pulled her to me. I stuck out my tongue and licked her left nipple, then her right. She watched me intently as I caressed them.

"That's nice."

"Yeah, it is."

After a minute or so, she started tipping her pelvis forward and back grinding her pussy against my bulge. She was muttering to herself, "Oh, oh, that's, oh, I like, hmmm, ho, ho, yes, Jesus," and other arousal nonsense.

As quick as she got on me, she bounced off and turned on her back. She raised her legs up and reached her thumbs under the sides of her red panties as if to remove them. She hesitated, "You wanna do this too?"

Instead of answering, I moved toward her and placed my mouth on her panty clad pussy. Her odor was wonderful. I worked it for a bit, then pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. Her pubic hair was blonde, and she was very wet.

"I'm going to eat your pussy now," I announced as I started to move toward my goal.

"I've never done that before," she admitted. "I hear it's wonderful."

"I've heard that too, but I think it depends a lot on whether you trust the person doing it. You trust me, right?"

"Yes, absolutely."

I started by grabbing her inside labia with my lips and softly nibbling. I stuck out my tongue and swiped up from her pussy to her clit. I then flattened my tongue and started my slow lick from her ass forward.

"Don't do that, it's dirty."

"Is it dirty?"

"No, I showered before I left, but its nasty."

"Is it nasty or is it pleasurable? You tell me."

I pointed my tongue and licked back and forth across her pucker. I included her pussy opening in my ass-licks, and she started to squirm. I spread her legs a little wider and she had to bend her knees to accommodate. I inserted the tip of my index finger into her pussy then rubbed the lubrication over her little ass.

"Okay, I get it, it feels really good, but I'm going to have to get used to this."

"All the time you need, my love."

I went back and attacked her pussy with gusto, using my fingers, lips, and tongue until she arched her back and bucked in rhythm with her spasms.

When she opened her eyes, she asked, "Do you have a condom? I think we should fuck now. I can't wait to get that big cock inside me. You know what else, I really like talking dirty with you."

"Of course, my love."

"Let me put it on?"

"Of course, my love," I said as I reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a lubricated Trojan.

With some concentration, she made a good effort, and the jacket was on my little man.

"Can I be on top. I've never done that."

"You haven't? Of course, my love."

"Okay, that's starting to freak me out. Can you say it a different way.

"Sure."

She began straddling me when I said, "Bring her up here so I can get her ready."

Grabbing her hips, I encouraged her to straddle my face instead. I spit on her pussy and licked for all I was worth. I sucked on her clitoris until she was moaning and squeaking with every breath. Only then did I let her down where we could have actual intercourse.

She grabbed my cock and lined it up, rubbing it across her vulva half a dozen times before settling down onto it. "Huh," I said.

"Oh my god, you feel so good. I love knowing that your cock is inside me. It fills me up like nothing I've felt before. Can you feel me holding you tight?"

She began to bounce up and down and back and forth at the same time. Her hips were on a swivel. She had her own tempo, sometimes fast, sometimes slow enveloping every millimeter of my hard member. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," became a chorus from her lips.

I was glad I had come once already because I was able to settle into a pace where I felt I could go all day. Normally I'd have to stop every minute or so to let my "testicles" calm down a bit. She rode and chanted, rode and chanted, each breath punctuated by a small involuntary squeak.

I reached around behind and wet my index finger in her juices, then slid it toward her ass pucker. I probed around and rubbed for a minute, and eventually she said, "Oh, fuck it. If you think I'll like it, go ahead. I'm beyond caring."

My finger sank in one, then two knuckles and kept time with the rest of the circus.

She started up with the "Oh fuck, oh fuck" again but with more urgency and volume. I was sure that my neighbors could hear. Then, with all the usual noises a highly aroused woman makes, she grabbed my hair and started shaking in orgasm.

Feeling her pussy contract over and over I tipped over, rolled my eyes back and, with five strong spasms and several smaller ones, filled up the condom- soldiers lost in battle.

When we came down, we kissed and caressed each other all over. We looked carefully at each other's feet and toes. I licked her armpit for a while, which she liked a lot. She showed me her clitoris close-up and how it got harder when aroused. Eventually, I suggested a shower and we spent the next half hour getting very, very clean indeed. Must have used up half a bar of soap.

As soon as Rocky saw us show up for work that evening with grins on our faces, he smiled and said, "You did it. Good for you kid."

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