'Oh, goody,' I shot back sarcastically. Lonnie didn't seem to notice the dig, and continued where he had left off.
'She sat down on my bed, and because of the shortness of Daddy's dressing gown, I caught sight of her entire thigh. If it would have drifted up another inch, my eyes would have feasted on her pretty blonde-haired cunt. During this whole time, I was making believe I'm cleaning my room in order that she can't see my cock straining against the thin pajama material. Mai watched me make a fool of myself for a couple of minutes, before patting the bed and telling me to sit down because I was making her nervous. There was no way, I was not going to immediately obey. When I finally joined her on the bed, she moved closer until I could feel her naked thigh press against my own.'
I had to admit to myself that his story was getting more and more interesting. Just hearing his words heading in the direction of sex was enough to make my body begin to feel the awakening urges of my new-found sexuality.
'We started talking about a bunch of different things when she suddenly changed the subject. She said that she could see that I liked her by the way my cock wouldn't stay hidden from her view. The embarrassment I felt was total. I could even feel my cock begin to shrink back to normal size. Things turned around awful swiftly, though. She turned my head until I was looking directly into her eyes. Oh, Lana, you won't believe how terrific it is to tongue- kiss. We must have had our lips locked together for, a good five minutes before I began to feel her hand drift over my cock. She grabbed it through the thin cotton, and glided her hand from top to bottom,' Lonnie wheezed, again needing a moment to pause.
It was a little disappointing to find that someone else had beaten me out of touching Lonnie's cock first. For some reason, knowing it was Mai made it all right.
'After she grabbed me, she took my hand, and guided it under the robe and between her legs. Immediately, I felt her pubic hair and skin was a little damp. Naturally, I figured that it was a product of her time with Daddy, before I had run into her. The fact, that he was with her earlier, didn't bother me a bit. Anyway, her puffy pussy came alive, meeting my fingers with her fresh juice. She couldn't believe how well I was playing with her, and she asked where I had learned about a woman's body. I told her that you and I had done some experimenting on each other because we had nobody else to go to. She said that 'That was a very cute way to learn, and if everyone learned as well as I did, she would gladly recommend it.''
This time, when he paused, he struggled out of his pajama bottoms and grabbed a handful of swollen cock. At this point, my hands were moving also. One was pinching and tweaking my erect nipples through the tiny nighty material, while the other was reaping pleasure from my fevered cunt. We were both masturbating to his tale of Mai.
'I kept working on her inflamed pussy. Unlike you, when I pushed my fingers into her dripping hole, there was no barrier to stop my progress. My other hand was lightly caressing her pleasure button, and I could tell, it was not going to be much longer before she came. When she did come, she threw her head back on the bed, lifting and spreading her legs. I watched, as my hand whipped its way through her slit. She was moaning and groaning in obvious satisfaction. I have to tell you, Lana, her orgasm was a lot more dramatic than yours.'
I was going to answer him back for his slight, but thought better of it. Even though he had put me down, I was enjoying his story immensely. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to stop.
'It took only a few seconds for Mai to recover, move to her knees between my legs, and pull my pajama bottoms down to my ankles. My cock stood proud and straight. I wanted, dearly, to stick its thick head into her soft, slippery hole. But she had other ideas. She held my cock firmly at the base, and rained tiny, sucking kisses all over it. Soon, her tongue replaced her lips, and she began licking the sensitive places on the underside and the extremely sensitive, blood-filled head. It was like I was an ice cream cone. I thought I was in heaven. Just when I was about to come, she would back off from what she was doing, and go onto something else. It was only when she took my cock into her mouth, and-gently sucked it, that I knew I was experiencing one of the ultimate thrills of sex, the blow job,' he recited, breathlessly.
His story was absolutely enthralling. Both of my hands were busily working between my legs. I was trying to envision the scene with the beautiful blonde making love with her mouth on Lonnie's cock. If it was not so important that I hear the rest of my brother's story, I would have to imitate the actions of the lady, and pop his swollen cock into my own mouth. But the only way I was ever going to be able to give a good blow job was to listen to Lonnie's description.
'It was so warm and wet,' Lonnie said, continuing his graphic narrative, while furiously pumping his cock from the memory. 'I could feel her tongue trying to dance inside the tiny hole at the end of my prick. And then, in disbelief, I saw more and more of my erection disappear into her mouth. I had no idea where it was going, but the feelings were getting better and better. There was no other possibility, as my prick was in her throat. In no time, her lips, tongue, and throat were having their intended effect. Her sucking mouth arid bobbing head were milking the jism from my body. I could feel it start to build in my balls, and I warned her that I was about to come. Instead of lifting her head from my throbbing meat, she swallowed me even deeper, making sure that she didn't lose a drop of my boiling cream.'
I was truly amazed by the story. Not so much because Mai took Lonnie in her mouth, but that she had done the exact thing that I had fantasized doing. It was not upsetting, at all, nor was I jealous of his experience. Actually, I was quite happy for him.
It was evident that he had finished the tale of his encounter with Mai Widner because his concentration was now fixed on the process of making himself come. His hand was like a blur, as it glided the length of his mushroom-headed organ. My desire to touch it finally overwhelmed me.
I crawled between his legs, and for the first time in my life, reached down, and took Lonnie's sex organ in my hand. It was hot, and seemed to be alive as blood flowed through the veins, which were visible on the surface. I squeezed and pumped it, as I had seen my brother do before. But what I really wanted to do was follow the lead of the blonde-haired, TV woman, and take the lovely cock deep into my mouth. I looked at my brother's face to see if there were any signs that he didn't want me to continue. A quick glance told me that Lonnie was totally oblivious to his surroundings, and only his cum-loaded weapon mattered to him. I was going to personally unload his gun.
Lowering myself until I was on the same level as his erect prick, I approached the purple, one-eyed helmet, and placed a wet kiss on the smooth surface. Lonnie's entire body jerked at the touch, and a little drop of clear fluid welled up in the tiny slit. I used my tongue to scoop it out, and then rolled it around in my mouth to savor the taste. If this was only the prelude, I could hardly wait for the main event, I thought. I used my tongue to give the majestic organ a sensual bath. While my right-hand kept his prick tight to my mouth, my other hand explored and caressed the heavy, ball-filled sac that hung snuggly from between his legs. There was no need to rush. I wanted it to last as long as possible.
His lusty moans and groans piloted my mouth to his most sensitive places. I tongued every square inch of cock, until I knew his seven inches intimately. I even kissed the wrinkled bag that housed his jism-filled balls.
My explorations must have gone on for a good ten minutes, when I knew I could no longer keep his hardon from the depths of my mouth. I opened my wet mouth and guided his cock in. I fed it in slowly, allowing both of us to enjoy each and every sensation. My tongue, in the meantime, continued its task of flicking out pleasure and lubricating the heated flesh.
Meanwhile, my own body was crying out with a need of its own. I rotated my body, getting into a position so that Lonnie could use his hands to work on my cunt. My shift in position was quickly rewarded by the touch of his hand.
I was remembering how my brother had described the blow job, and tried to follow Mai's routine as closely as possible. The head of his cock was resting at the entrance to my throat, while I tried to relax before attempting to swallow it. When I finally did begin to ease it into my throat, I gagged slightly; my throat did not seem able to open to swallow it. Somehow, with patience and timing, I was able to conquer my urge to choke and let my brother's cock continue its journey inward. Success was mine when I felt his short kinky hair tickle my lips.
At this point, Lonnie stopped pumping his finger into my cunt. At first, I wiggled my bottom to signal that I desired for him to remain there, but I stopped immediately when I felt one of his fingers discover a new and yet unexplored target – my tiny asshole. His finger was slick with my juices, as he smeared my crack until it was well soaked. For a while he was content to give my anus feather-like touches, but soon, that was not enough. I began to feel his slippery finger try to slice through the tightly constricted hole. It hurt for a moment or two, but once he was past that first tight inch, it was clear sailing until he sunk to the maximum depth.
