Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... clear I was going to come first if I continued. So I pulled out and licked.

We took longer than usual, a treat to just feel each other's skin and not do any talking. A lot of energy got dissipated that night, and I know she felt good after I had licked her close to a climax, penetrated her again for my own pleasure, then finished her off with my mouth. I liked how her legs got stiff, the way her dense bush pushed into my face, little squeaky noises of pleasure issuing from her mouth.

For the first time in quite awhile, I found some tangible hope.

The next morning she wanted to talk over breakfast.

"Thanks for last night, Clay. That was nice. I have a couple questions for you."

I felt my body stiffen, never sure these days where conversation was going to go.

"Sure."

She reached over and put her left hand on my penis through my clothes.

"I know you have had a history of some penis playing." That phrase again.

She went on. "Can you tell me what goes through your mind?"

She waited.

"It's funny, Barb. I've always been drawn to girls. To women. To someone like you."

This was all true.

"But early on a teenage friend and I would do some touching. I've told you about my fascination with sleeping cocks."

She nodded.

"There is just something so nice about an erection. Limp I don't usually find a penis to be particularly handsome, but when one gets stiff, it's that way for a reason. And some of this I really can't explain. It just looks ...

... gorgeous to me, and I cannot get it out of my mind. I want to do something nice with it."

`

We talked about licking and sucking cocks. She listened carefully. I told her about how Roger had never had anyone pull his semen out of his cock by mouth before, how that was such an amazing experience for him.

"Carrie never did that?" I was suddenly worried that I was divulging stuff that Roger had mentioned to me in confidence, probably never thinking it would get repeated. But we were in too far with this discussion to stop.

"Nope. She'd lick him but never to completion. You used to do me, once upon a time."

She grew thoughtful.

"That was only for you. Wasn't actually all that much fun for me."

I told her about how nice it was, for both me and Roger. How much I enjoyed a pulsing, squirting cock going off in my mouth. And how sweet it was when he reciprocated.

"The 'zipless suck.' Ha!" She shook her head. "No strings attached."

After our breakfast conversation ended it felt funny to go back to house stuff and life, but it felt like a start.

The following week was calmer by a large margin, but still hardly normal. With Christmas coming, it was shaping up to be a long, cold winter. I kept thinking about Roger, missing all the lovely bits of our connection, now blown to smithereens.

On a mid-December Friday Barb made a sweet dinner for us, herQuattro formaggio ziti dish. She'd bought a six of my favorite local craft beer at the market. I hadn't even asked, so ...