Chapter 11: Learning Oral

Her moans got louder as time went on. I stepped into her room sure she wouldn’t be any the wiser, I was listening from the other side of the door. Moving closer to the bathroom door I could hear her slapping and pounding on her pussy, panting and moaning the whole time. It sounded like she was punishing her cunt for enjoying the canine cunnilingus. Plus, she was enjoying the punishment. Over and over, I heard the smacks and the sloshing of water change its tone presumably from her hand rubbing along her slit.

The real shocker came a good twenty minutes after I’d started listening through the door. The sloshing of the water sounded different yet again and she bellowed “Oh Gawd yes.” It was loud enough, that she undoubtedly let the entire floor know she was climaxing. After that, she controlled her vocals and growled over the sounds of the shower, “Fuck me harder. Split me with your cock. Damn Joe deeper give it to me deeper ... God Joe harder make me cum.” For a second time, she wailed “Oh Gawd yes.”

I was shocked she was thinking of me fucking her. The new information made me relatively sure I would be fucking her shortly, and if not fucking her at least making her orgasm. I quickly exited the room when the water was shut off. Back in my room I poured a drink of bourbon, sat down in the usual chair, turned on the TV, and waited for Jackie. I wondered how she would explain her wailing in ecstasy.

She came in again in her robe her skin a bright pink all over. She pushed my arms from my lap and sat in it. I thought she would say something about her outburst in the shower but nothing came. What she did say was, “What are we watching while I finish your massage.”

“You’re going to finish the massage?” I asked surprised at her.

“Yes, but first I want to say something.” She stated. I’ve rarely had a conversation that started like that end well. So I braced myself. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for my attitude and attire today. It caused us a lot of trouble. And I didn’t mean to do that.” She wouldn’t look at me the whole time she spoke.

I turned her face to look at me. I had to tilt her chin before she would raise her eyes to mine. I was tempted to kiss the full lips. Which I had learned from the last kiss were soft and sensual. But the slightest movement on her lips would light a fire in my groin that would be near impossible to put out. “It didn’t cause me any trouble.” With a bit of curiosity and honesty, I caused her more embarrassment and humiliation, “I actually liked the looking at your breast. But now that you mention it, what was up with your outfit?”

“You’ve seen my tits. Hell, you kissed them. So I don’t know why you say you like looking at them. They’re not even all that impressive. Lots of women have bigger.” She opened her robe looking down at her perfectly formed tits.

I would’ve told her I really liked her tits. To me, they were the perfect size, but doing so when her robe was open and she wasn’t hiding them from my view had little upside. “And the outfit?”

She didn’t bother closing back up her robe but started her explanation, “I was mad at you. You kissed my whoha and I handled it badly.” I had to fight my upbringing which made me want to tell her only dogs get mad people get angry

“You wore an outfit that let the world see your tits and whoha ... I swear, it’s called a pussy ... because you were mad at me. That makes sense how?” Jackie became red when I mentioned people seeing her pussy like she didn’t know it had been looked at.

“People could see my who ... pussy? How many could?”

“Well, all the guys you were flirting with could see both. And all the spoons ... they weren’t jumping onto the floor by themselves. Good excuse to have your head under the tables.” I explained.

“Oh God, I am such a slut. I mean ... last night I suck your dick and let you do the same to my whoha. And then not twenty-four hours later, not just you but a dog licked my pussy. And now you tell me over twenty guys got a view of privates. Hell, I don’t want to think about that, but I would like to know why ... why you did that today? I understand we each had been drinking last night.”

“OK, but first why the outfit? Earlier you said you were angry at me. But that really doesn’t explain it.” I hoped for a reasonable-sounding explanation.

“Yeah, I wanted to be sexy and erotic to show you I know exactly what sex and being sexual is. And that I can have guys lining up to have sex with me anytime I wish.” She looked down her mostly open robe to the beginning of her landing strip that was visible. She continued, “And you only got to touch me down there because I was drunk. That when sober, I could make you want to, but not let you. Now your turn why did you do that?

“Had you not run out I would’ve told you, I was just showing you that, for me down there is the one place that is always both intimate and sexual. There is never a time drunk or not that it’s one without the other. Whether it be a mouth, hand, or dick that is there to taste, feel, or get inside of you, it’s always both. And remembered or not we have shared that intimacy.” I said knowing the last part was a partial lie. “I guess I should have warned you but I didn’t think you’d go for the demonstration.”

“You’re right I wouldn’t have gone for it. But the whole discussion could’ve happened in the car driving somewhere. Instead, of having your demonstrations. I didn’t have to be naked and have you demonstrate on me.” She said laying her head on my shoulder not bothering with her open robe, showing much of her naked and flawless flesh.

“Oh, but I think you did. Honestly, would you have gotten my full meaning without the demonstrations?” I asked.

She nuzzled in, apparently still feeling the endorphins in her brain. “Probably not,” she pouted. “But I still don’t see why you thought we should have the discussion in the first place.”

“Oh, you will at some point ... So how about we now get back to my massage?” I asked stirring her.

“Ok, but do I need to be naked like before?” she seemed only slightly more comfortable asking the question this time than the last time she asked.

“Again it is up to you, but as I said the good expensive ones the masseuse is.”

“OK,” She followed her verbal agreement with the untying of the robe’s belt after climbing out of my lap. Before opening the garment up and peeling it off, she asked, “Are you going to close your eyes again?”

This time I didn’t give her a feel-good answer. “No, I think we’re beyond worrying about that. You have a beautiful body that you should be proud of. And I’d hope you’d understand any kiss isn’t meant to be sexual but as an appreciation of your excellent massage. Or just for fun since you like them more than Zerberts. And if you think of them as anything more it’s only your perception that makes them that. If you can remember that I think we can go back to the massage.” I said also standing up.

Testing her I asked, “You going to turn around while I get out of my clothes?”

She must have been feeling better about us, “If I do that, how will I help you out of them?”

“Damn a full-service massage,” I said holding my arms up, turning her joke back on her.

Jackie’s knuckles dragged along my torso and up my arms as she removed my shirt. I stood still waiting with my chest bared. She dallied about before comprehending I was waiting for her to remove the rest of my clothes. Her hands shook, and her fingers seemed lost when they went to the button on my shorts. They finally pushed the button through its hole and did only a slightly faster job on the zipper. My shorts opened, I guess avoiding bending down twice in from of me was the reason she slipped her fingers into my boxers’ waistband. She bent down pushing my clothing down to my ankles, her face not inches from my rapidly hardening cock. Jackie even lifted my legs from the back of my knees helping me step out of the clothing.

She ran her fingernails up my legs’ outsides as she stood, making me shiver. “OK back where you were before all the unpleasantness started.” She patted the mattress, “And I will get your socks.”

Sliding back down on the bed, the back of my head resting on the mattress where I had been earlier in the day I said, “Don’t worry about the socks. Now, do you think you can remember that kisses are just kisses? They are for fun and to show appreciation nothing more? And definitely not something to get worked up over?”

Jackie stuffed a pillow under my head before climbing back on the bed with the robe fully open. Her firm-toned thighs with their satiny smooth inner skin brushed over my ears while she got into position. The pillow had put me closer to her aromatic pussy when she leaned over letting the robe fall away from her lithe body. She again began massaging my chest while naked. “I guess I can remember that. But you have to remember, it isn’t OK to put your mouth on my whoha.”

Looking up at her grapefruit-sized tits’ undersides, I asked, “Can you please call it your pussy, cunt, or twat. Anything but whoha.”

“I’ll try.” She stated. Then as if to show she understood, “If I want you touching my ... pussy I will let you know. And I won’t be.”

“Fair enough,” I said recalling I had a similar conversation about sex and intimacy with Maria a couple of days before she had become pregnant. If my memory doesn’t fail me, shortly after that conversation with Maria, we spent the weekend fucking like rabbits in every position imaginable.

I couldn’t help but think about that as Jackie ran her hands over my chest as she leaned over my head. Her tits were again well within reach of my lips. They shifted and moved ever so slightly as she massaged my pecs and down around my lats. I tested her understanding of our conversation and took a small bit of her skin from under her tiny tit between my lips. She jumped a bit at the initial touch on her skin, moving away from my mouth. Only she returned tensed up but steeled in her determination it was fine. Like through sheer will, she could make her mind not think of the lips on her tits as something other than sexual.

I caressed the minuscule bit of flesh with the tip of my tongue. At first, she moaned a bit as I moved my lips around the base of her tit. The smooth curve was luxurious under my lips. While there weren’t any loud outright moans her breathing became more rapid and shallow. The negligible moans she produced stopped when her determination kicked back in. This in turn became a challenge for me. I would see if I could get her moaning but still not thinking of my kisses as foreplay. I was halfway around her other breast when I heard a stifled moan.

She was getting turned on too quickly. I was concerned she would quickly realize the kisses really were foreplay. I had to put an end to my lips only supplying enticing feelings in her. The underside of her firm breast was against my lips. When instead of sucking the silken flesh in teasing it with the taste buds at the tip of my tongue, I pressed into her flesh harder and blew out. The fart sound and the vibrations on my lips tingled. Jackie jumped back looking down at me laughing. “Damn it, Joe, that tickles.”

I just smiled a big shit-eating grin. My goal was accomplished for the moment and I could resume the sensual kissing of her torso as soon as Jackie lowered it back down close to my lips. I assumed she would quickly start rubbing and stroking my areas which would give her an excuse to have her body stretched out over my head.

What I had learned so far on this trip was, Jackie wasn’t one to deny herself the pleasure my lips could give her. She would act like she wasn’t experiencing pleasure while she let my lips have their way with her flesh. She bent further over my head moving her lithe torso. Her movements took her breast further down me leaving her flat stomach as my palate. Her salts and oils weren’t as strong on her stomach but it was just as delightful, as it sent waves of pleasure to my brain. Her hands continued massaging the sides and outsides of my pelvis under the towel.

The towel was tented and with her fingers hitting my thinned-down pubic hair, the big-top rose higher. She avoided my dick while going down in the crease between my balls and thigh. She stroked her palms out taking my groin’s covering with them. Earlier, she had asked me not to stare at her nude figure. But nude, she slid her hands along my torso while she sat up on her calves. I was going to stare. She stared at my hard dick and unconsciously licked her lips.

She surprised me, again, while lightly running her index fingertips around my nipples. Still staring at my dick she asked, “Where did your semen go?”

It was my turn to be confused, “What? Where did what semen go?”

She surprised me for a second time. She abandoned my right nipple instead nervously putting her fingertip at the joining of dick and balls. Jackie looked at me gauging my reaction. She seemed interested in my reaction as well as looking uncertain about what she was doing. She lightly traced up my rod asking, “The semen from the blowjob. The covers were clean and there wasn’t any on me or you.”

I caught my breath when the hesitant fingertip finally reached the ridge of my head and passed over it. Her actions made it hard to think up a lie, but I managed. It was a bad idea to lie, but I had a decent knowledge of her history, “You swallowed it all, I was kind of amazed at your abilities.”

Her fingertip circled my cuffed ridge in starts and stops saying, “God, I must have been really drunk last night.” She took her finger away from my cock and nervously put it to her lips. Where it mindlessly traced them while she had a million-mile stare, “I’ve never let anyone cum in my mouth before.” She squeezed my chest, kneading it hard while she stayed deep in thought.

Her newly wetted finger left her lips and absently reflexively circled my nipple. I was enjoying the feeling while I contemplated her statement and how I should proceed. I couldn’t believe Jackie hadn’t ever had cum in her mouth. She must have given a lot of really great hand jobs. And if her finger tracing my cock was any indication, she was a professional hand job masseuse.

“But you said you gave your old boyfriend, Todd, blowjobs. Instead, of having intercourse with him,” I said remembering a conversation in the car the first time we went to D.C.

“Yeah, I did. But I never let him cum in my mouth. I always got him to the point of cumming and finished him with my hand,” she blushed a bit at my remembering the conversation and her need to further explain. “I can’t believe all this time you thought I swallowed someone’s semen.”

I wondered if she had experienced pre-cum while sober. Not knowing this, I doubled down on my first lie, “Really, you did a great job, like my hypothetical said the best blow job ever. And now knowing you’d never had cum in your mouth much less swallowed it before, you were fabulous from what I remember. God, I’d actually say you’re a natural.” Figuring the puke had made her throat a little raw I added, “You even deep-throated me for a while. In the end, you even said you loved the taste. I thought you were saying that in comparison to other guys, Wow who knew? You just found out you like the taste of semen. But then again, it might have been, you just happened to be drunk enough to actually like it.”

Jackie was completely red by the time I had finished lying to her. I think it was a combination of embarrassment and excitement at the new discovery about herself. Instead of hiding her face in her hands, she leaned over putting her forehead below my ribs, “I’m so embarrassed. You have to think I’m such a whore, letting you cum in my mouth. I’m just supposed to be your travel companion that is all. God, I wish I understood what came over me. Shit ... I don’t even remember Julia Roberts doing it and she was a hooker.”

“The movie implied she gave a blowjob but there was nothing implied or shown where she gets eaten either,” I said. “When was the last time you heard of a hooker getting cunnilingus.”

“Oh shit, I forgot about that,” She collapsed even further her stomach mashing my nose. “So, I’m a slut then.”

“If you say so.” I stated into her flat midriff. “but I still consider you a travel companion. A really kind and cute one at that” I put my lips to the taut skin covering her midriff. Jackie let them stay on her smooth skin moving slightly letting my kisses cover a path across her. She had done a good job keeping her line of pussy hair from brushing across my thinning hair while moving her torso and hips. Her small tits’ marshmallow-like areolas though did brush on my chest as she kept my lips engaged.

Jackie’s hands pressed on my hip bones and she let her hands slide down my thighs. What she did next was unexpected. I felt her lips press to my stomach an inch from my belly button. “Thanks, you’re being sweet, despite what I said earlier.” She stretched out a bit more where she again attached her lips an inch lower. It was much like the ones I’d done on her midriff but had her tongue plunged into the small void. Her hands slid back up my thighs along the outside.

Another kiss was placed lower. And, her nipples scraped along my ribs and onto my stomach. Jackie’s soft hands once again went down into the crevices between my balls and thighs. Her fingers dug in deep pressing into me, causing the slightest bit of pain. I groaned at the pleasure of her hands and mouth.

Her hands kept up the stroking and intense pressure on my leg muscles. She raised her lips from my skin letting me know she had turned the tables on me. “You don’t mind the friendly kisses. I thought you might enjoy the dichotomy of the feelings with my hands.” The surprise of the kisses was equal to the fact she knew the word dichotomy.

Soon we were exchanging kisses near each other’s pubic hair, though hers were much closer to mine than I was to hers. I, though, could massage not just her hips but her ass well. I could smell and see her pussy get more inflamed while she grazed her lips about my groin leaving my dick and balls alone. I realized we were close to the perfect position for sixty-nine when her silken inner thighs brushed my ears.

She, too, must have realized our position as she tried sliding her knees back away from my shoulders while continuing her lip as well as hand massage. And a couple of times she got her tits into the massage pressing them into my chest or stomach as her hands and lips worked in unison on my thighs and hips. When her knees had backed her naked pelvis out from over my head I began rubbing the freshly shaved back of her thighs. The grip on her flesh stopped her from moving too far from my lips.