Another Lockdown Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Another Lockdown Pt. 02

... wine will go off leaving it open like that," he laughed and settled back, resting his shoulder against mine.

I sat watching the TV with little interest, the lead actress was attractive enough I supposed, but I had never really been attracted to women. There had been a few girls at university that had expressed an interest in me, but it had never been reciprocated. I much preferred a penis in my mouth than the idea of my tongue running over some girl's vulva. It didn't bother me in the slightest that girls might like to, I just didn't want to.

As the film progressed and the fighting scenes became more frequent, I let my mind roam back to the days of exploration in my teens. I was aware than Jack had his hand on my leg, more my thigh to be honest, but I just ignored it. My mind drifted back to my teens and I remembered the first time I discovered that straight boys also liked their backside being played with, and how those that did had always made sure that they were scrupulously clean.

I remembered unintentionally running my tongue back from my then boyfriend Tim's scrotum to the area between his balls and his anus and how he had almost climaxed on the spot. I discovered that a tongue dabbing and pressing at his anus gave me a power over the boy that nothing else would equal.

When I first went with Bill and gave him my 'special' treatment he then became the only man I ever went with. His pleasure at my hands was more than he had ever experienced, and determined ...

... to be my equal, he learned how to repay me, to use is tongue and bring me to multiple orgasms, often holding me on the edge until I was about to explode, before releasing me into the biggest moment I had ever experience. It had been a revelation having my backside licked and sucked, who would have known girls liked it too?

The film was carrying on and I realised as I came back to the present that Jack had his hand rather high, he was grazing my vulva, almost as if my accident but I doubted that was the case. I was determined to do nothing to encourage him, but I could not help the little gasps that escaped when the contacts became more pressing. In trying to ignore Jack and his behaviour my mind went back to memories of Bill.

We had sat on the sofa one evening after dinner, actually on more than one evening, and had lain in each other's arms. He had turned and started kissing my ear, always a turn on, and then his hand had cupped my breast, and fingers found a hardening nipple beneath my blouse. I could feel that hand, those fingers, even now, and then his other hand had found its way between my legs and had rubbed my sex through my panties. I gasped at the memory, so intense, my memories replaying the feelings that I had back then, intense feelings, almost climaxing as Bill touched me.

Bill had turned and knelt before me, widening my knees, and then leaning forward he had licked my panties, blowing as he moved. His hot purses of breath finding their way through the ...