Chapter 18

“Ok, if you need anything, I’ll be at Sandy’s,” called Ralph as he headed out the door.

“He’s asleep again,” said Lanh softly, “we’ll be ok.”

Sunday, the day after the regional championships. Don was still exhausted, he barely made it through church. Lanh and Sandy filled in for him with the milking that morning, and he had been sleeping off and on all morning. The only thing on the TV was the Sunday morning blab fests, an old comedy, and bowling, so that was off, and Lanh read while Don napped.

As soon as Ralph’s car left for Sunday brunch with Sandy, Lanh locked the front door, closed the curtains, turned on the stereo to some soft “yacht rock” and slipped off her clothes. It was time to properly congratulate her hero. She peeled back the quilt he was napping under and knelt at his feet as she unbuttoned the fly on his pajama shorts.

She’s only seen his cock in this state once before. It’s always been solidly erect, ready to penetrate her, to ravish and impregnate her, or it was tumescent, still puffy after releasing his potent seed. She remembered the first time she saw it and she was so terrified of it, but Don was so gentle and understanding. He let her explore and touch; he even let her measure it. Lanh measured it at seven and a half inches. “Don’t shortchange me, check it again!” he insisted and sure enough, seven and five-eighths’ inches. That eventually became a joke between them. Later in the spring, as they prepared for the Senior Prom, she modeled a high collared red silk Chinese dress with gold trim. He fell in love with the skintight sheath and dubbed her “The Dragon Lady.” Then he tried out a simple black tuxedo with a simple white shirt, black bow tie and black cummerbund. To Lanh, he looked like a skinny James Bond, so she dubbed him Agent Double Oh Seven and Five Eighths.

She remembered when he showed her how boys masturbated, and he didn’t force her to do anything to him. “Just watch,” he said, but she tried and found that she couldn’t get her fingers around his cock. The first time he stimulated her with his fingers, she loved it! But there, on the verge of her first orgasm brought on by someone else, she panicked, and the feeling fled.

Once again, Don’s patience and understanding took over, and they tried and tried, but each time she panicked, and they failed. But when she got home and replayed the scene in her mind, her fingers were able to bring her to orgasm every time. Then, in tears of frustration, she tied up Don and masturbated in front of him, their eyes locked, and her orgasm was explosive. Now when she thinks of the things he can do with his lips and his tongue and his fingers, she could almost weep for the time she lost shuddering in fear when she could have spent that time on her back with Don’s head between her legs escorting her to heaven. Or as Don puts it, “rounding third base and heading for home.”

Now his cock was soft and smallish. No threat to anyone. She remembered how alien it was to her. Lanh is so small she rarely got a chance as a young girl to babysit, but when she did, she remembered seeing a little boy’s penis; it was so tiny and cute, but seeing Don’s was so much bigger. She remembered thinking how different it was from a woman’s reproductive system; hers was neat, everything tucked neatly inside, safe from harm, where a guy’s reproductive system was out in the open, almost separate from their body. Is that why guys think differently about sex than girls?

She took his cock in her mouth and laved her tongue over it. Even after showers there was still a hint of swimming pool chlorine, she noted as her tongue caressed his cock. An interesting thought came to her, something that Rosa and Sydney spoke about when their conversations veered toward sex and got strange, and she wanted to see if she could make it happen. She began suckling on his cock, nursing on his cock, like the milking machines treat her cows’ teats, like Don treats her own tits. Soon she was aware of a throbbing in the spongy tissue of his cock, and it expanded. Slowly, almost like a balloon inflating his cock grew, she went back to washing her tongue over the surface of his cock and it responded. It started swelling, growing thicker and longer, the head of his cock moving further back in her mouth, the shaft growing thicker, forcing her jaw to open wider. Deeper and deeper his cock pushed, she twisted and adjusted herself to give his cock a straight path to her throat.

Don felt a little chilly except for his cock. It was swaddled in a warm moist orifice. With each beat of his heart, his cock grew, and he could feel the head of his cock being squeezed into something that wasn’t as nice and smooth as before, yet a delicious wet slithery friction continued on his cock. He reached for his cock and found something solid and covered with hair, and when he forced his eyes open, he found it was Lanh! She was completely naked, her nose pressed tight into his stomach, her tongue slithering over his hardening cock which was fully engulfed in her throat!

He could feel her gagging, her throat constricting around his cock. It felt incredible, but he felt guilty for taking pleasure from her discomfort. She eased his cock out of her throat until half his length was in her mouth, her tongue sliding over the sensitive flesh. She took a deep breath through her nose and swallowed him again. Don’s eyes closed, and he groaned as he threw his head back in ecstasy as his cock was trapped in the tight constraints of her throat.

“Kim-ly was right!” Lanh thought as she remembered what her sister told her, “Your man’s moans and groans are applause.” Over and over, she swallowed Don, enjoying the fact that his body was tightening up like a bowstring. She even loved having her nose tickled with his curly pubic hair. His hands went to her head, holding tight and taking control. Something deep inside of her loved letting him guide her head up and down, owning her, using her for his pleasure like she used him when he went down on her. Her hand crept down and began massaging her tingling clit, and soon it was soaked with the lubricating fluids that literally drooled from her pussy.

Even though he was holding her, she knew she was the one in control, and soon his hips lifted off the couch. His encouraging groans became unintelligible, his cock became even harder in her mouth, if that were possible. She eased the head of his cock out of her throat and held it in her mouth, her tongue slipping and sliding over it and suddenly, with a roar, he came. Squirt after squirt of life creating semen splashed into her mouth. His hips jerked as he fired volleys of cum into her hungry mouth. At the same time her own orgasm started, she squealed around his pulsating cock, her own cum causing her to suck harder.