Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... Understand?"

"Yes. Thanks Barb. I love you. Completely."

She hugged me back. "I want you to keep that thought in your mind the next time Roger has his lips over your penis and your sperm is rising."

I had to laugh. "Okay."

We slept good, later into the next morning than normal. I wondered how Roger was doing, what he was thinking. I wanted to give him the good news in person.

Barb was unusually talkative when we surfaced. Her hand which had been on my chest had drifted down to my early morning erection. Fingers were idly playing.

"So this changes everything, you know? From now on when I suck you"—my mind loved how she said this—"I will be thinking that Roger has done the same thing. Maybe better."

"Babe, if it is your lips around my cock-head, please know that I will have no higher heaven."

She laughed. I cannot describe how good that made me feel, that humor had come back into our life, and that sex was included.

"And if I let you cream in my mouth? An extra special spot in heaven?"

Her eyes sparkled, I loved the little crinkle lines at the edge of her eyes. The thought of ejaculating in her mouth was enough to make my cock twitch, which of course she could feel in her hand.

"Alright. There's my answer. I guess I'll have to work some special theological magic then."

She gave me a kiss, fondling my ever increasing erection at the same time.

Then her lips worked her way down my body, kissing chest, flanks, hips. I ...

... trembled.

She pushed my legs apart and settled in between them.

Her eyes met mine through the gap in the covers, and then with a sly smile of pleasure, she began to lick my balls.

I closed my eyes. I could not remember the last time Barb had paid attention to my penis this way. Because I had launched two sperm loads the night before, the morning hydraulics took time. I do not think that Barb minded.

She licked, she sucked, she ran her tongue in a languid detour throughout all my favorite places.

My sperm was coaxed out, not in a frantic rush like the night before, but most happily. She continued to suction my cock-head after all my oozings were gone and I could take no more contact. She'd taken my sperm in her mouth. I could not remember the last time that had happened.

Pleasure and exhaustion radiated from my groin, as she settled back along side me, putting her head on my chest. I rubbed her neck and back.

"Was I as good as Roger?"

How should I answer this one? The truth was "no" but saying that would have been unconscionable.

"That was superb. I could not ask for more. You were wonderful."

"But not as good as your bud." She chuckled. "I'll have to work on it."

"You next," I said after some silence and enough time had elapsed for my own pleasure to subside. I put a hand on her mons.

"No, Clay. Just hold me."

We went back to sleep for another hour or so. It looked like there was an opening in the universe for another stage of life.