Two’s Company SeXStoRY

She lies on her belly. Her legs are long, like two-thirds the length of the couch. Jesus, what legs. They start perfectly at her white anklets and then rise and rise and just artfullyassemble themselves into a perfectfucking ass. She has the kind of ass that’s bulbous without being a bulb. It’s a half-an-apple ass, a narrow-but-squeezable, humpty-buttock, soft and girly ass. She crosses her ankles and bends her knees so her feet drop almost down to the scallop, the cut-off in the faded frazzle-legged denim that rides up higher than her panty lines…. “Gloria,” I say. She’s lost in her Anatomy 102 book as usual--she's going to be a doctor. “Hmn?” “Remember when we used to play doctor in the spare bedroom closet? Remember that?” “I’d rather notremember, please,” and she underlines some word in the book. “There was nothing--nothing--softer than those tiny hairs growing on your snatch.” “Oh for God’s sake, Ryan, shut the--” “Ha-ha! Oh, and Gloria?” “What!” “I can still feel your tongue…oh, wow.” “Shut up!” she says, and she’s red-faced; oh we can be so cruel, I know--and she sits up and throws her pillow at me hard, drops her forehead into one palm. But a quick moment passes and I see her face is no longer red, but it’s full--no, overflowing–with some meaning I can’t guess. Dad and Mom are out to dinner, and the house is quiet and still. I say, “Oh, come on--I’m just k**ding. Look, I’m sorry,” and my nerves are jumping a bit. “Let’s just leave that alone--okay? That one thing, we leave alone?” she says. “But you liked it, didn’t you?” I admit it, I’m an asshole, a prick, that was mean, and if she stabs me to death with her ink pen, I’ll deserve it. But the strange expression returns to her face, and she shakes her head as if in disbelief that I'd pushed it this far. “Say what?” she says. “What the hell?” I test my skills of diplomacy: “I mean, at the time… that’s all. At the time, you liked it, right?” “Shut up! Shut the fuck up! And okay, maybe at the time I liked it, but it was stupid!” “Safe to say we both liked it,” I tell her. “Oh, Jesus--but it was bad is what it was--all bad. It’s even illegal.” “No it’s not.” “Yes it is! Or it ought to be--just shut up.” “God, Gloria, I liked it, too. You really have a beautiful body--I mean, your ass is like perfection, and your tits are heavy, nipple-tipped orbs.” Why do I torment her so? She sighs loud and I’m thinking I’d really better lay off, but that look in her face gets twice as bad--scares the shit out of me for a split second, and then she's standing--sudden as hell she’s standing next to me like she might whip out a revolver she’s been hiding and waste my ass. Still, I can’t help noticing her shorts--cut off so short the crotch of them is caught high in the bend of one leg and her white panties are on display and I can see through them and my mouth goes dry. She glares at me and her nostrils broaden. She’s angry as hell, or something as hell… I’m thinking probably "angry as." She inhales her lungs completely full, and on the exhale says, “Take your pants down.” “Do what?” “Pull ’em down, shorts, everything, down to your ankles, or off, whatever.” She’s really policing this. “I don’t get it,” I say, but my dick is already like a billy club. Her gaze is a trap and I’m caught in it and my cock is like wink-a-wonk, wink-a-wonk. So I pull it all off and throw shorts and underwear, all of it, in every damn direction. My underwear catches the corner of the light fixture. A sock falls on a ficus tree. And I spread my legs like the slut I am. Then like that, she’s on her knees and sucking me off, the most amazing head job I can imagine--not that I’ve had many to compare it to, but it’s gotta be high on any chart, and her tongue is much nicer now than that other time, like longer, and apparently practiced. Her tongue has moves, I guess you’d say. “Oh, Gloria, what did I do to deserve this?” I say, and I shift my ass forward so she can get at me better. Her hair is only mid-length, and I'm getting the full show. Her head bobs and she licks and sucks my cock. I’m thinking, I really hope Mom and Dad linger a while at the restaurant–hope they nibble on a big fat-ass dessert, because one of those “Dine Lite” meals could just fuck this whole situation right up. “You like?” I ask her, trying for some response--I want her to talk to me. But instead, she lets my cock go and puts her face in her hands, hides her eyes. She inhales, really inhales a shaky breath and blows it out the same way. It feels like an unplanned intermission or something. I’m dying--my dick’s pounding, she’s shaking, and then I notice how swollen her nipples are beneath her tee-shirt. Awesome titties, and I reach to take a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and I pinch just a bit and roll it back and forth. “Oh, God, mmm,” she says, then uncovers her face and like dives at my cock and sucks it like it’s delicious food and the first edible thing she’s seen in a month. She makes eye contact; her tongue is lolled out and she’s smacking the head of my cock on her flattened tongue, but she makes no sound, says nothing. My dong could actually explode right now--could blow to little shreds of meaty shit and cover her face, the walls, my shirt. A minute goes by. She starts acting strange. For a few seconds she seems hesitant, then she's not, then she says, “Ryan? I was gonna be mean, was gonna get you worked up and then stop. Piss you off, you know? Like a minute ago, just stop and leave you this way.” “Oh shit no!” “No, I'm--I won't stop, sweetie, heck.” She’s breathing heavy and her eyes are crazy. “I accidentally sort of got into it… I can’t stop now--but let’s make it fast. If they walked in now, they’d fucking die–” “Go!” I tell her and I cram it in her mouth and put my right hand behind her head to get her bobbing again. I’m the luckiest bastard on Mulberry Street, and I arch my back and she takes almost all of it at every stroke as I fuck her mouth. I wish now she’d take off her shirt: she has great tits, big bouncy suckers, and she's not wearing a bra and they're flopping away inside my old white tee-shirt. I guess the word is "transported." I'm like transported, or some shit like that--I'm in another world and don't give a fuck if the world ends tomorrow--that kinda thing. It's just too good. Then it's strange, because I feel words sorta climbing up my throat and like jumping out my mouth: "Take off your panties. Let's do the whole thing," I've just said, and I feel good having said it. I feel like a man or something, not that I'm not one, but anyway Gloria isn't exactly happy now, or something. She's holding tight to my cock, saying, "Stop it! Don't tempt me, I can't stand it! I'm dying as it is and if you tempt me again, it could go either way--" "Okay, all right--I'm sorry," I tell her. I think of Holden Caulfield talking to those nuns: I was apologizing like a madman, I really was. Gloria's back at it now, and after a good long minute, I start to feel that God-blessed gurgle in my gonads. Oh boy. "You're a sexy little son of a bitch," Gloria says. And she winks at me. And that does it. That's all I needed. I start fucking her mouth and she's liking it now, taking it in gobbles and slurps. She moans. I'm watching her mouth intently. Then I'm not. “Gloria?" “Mmn?” she says, and she’s sucking away. “They’re pulling into the driveway.” She stops. Her eyes are wide and she says, well come, goddamnit,” and she goes back to sucking, twice as fast, twice as hard and I melt into the moment – or try to, the Penthouse Letters talk about melting into the fucking moment, so I do what I can to melt into this one--and I block out every thought except that Gloria is sucking my cock, and there's a rippling and bubbling in my balls--oh, Jesus, I hope she does this again, but that's a thought to block, and I’m back to her mouth, her tongue and teeth and lips, and then, hoo-rah--the unloading begins. I can’t help but groan, really loud and she groans, too. I imagine her pussy to be sopping wet, and that pulls the trigger. Bam. Bam. Bam. SQUIRT. Squirt after squirt, and it fills her mouth and my cock slides out and she grips the shaft and puts it back into her mouth, and oh what a honey she is! When my mom and dad come in, I’m in the pantry, dancing my way back into my underwear and shorts, trying not to fall on my ass. I can hear Gloria clearing her throat. “Did you get your studying done?” Mom asks her. “Oh yeah,” Gloria says, then she coughs and I hear Dad smack her ass the way he does sometimes, his big hand coming down on Gloria’s barely-covered pretty ass cheeks: the lascivious bastard, he makes me sick sometimes. ###