I was in my room, calming down. And changing. My cheeks still burned but I could also remember the feel of Linda's foot as it moved sensuously over my cock. I began to get hard all over again.
"Nice to know I'm appreciated."
I whipped my head round. Linda was standing in my doorway. I began to mutter an apology, despite being the one who was intruded upon.
"Shh", said Linda, gently, as she walked towards me. Her hips swayed h*pnotically and I stood there, willingly entranced. She didn’t say anything else - when she got to me she just reached out and held my cock in her hand, gently stroking it. I could feel her hot breath on my shoulder. It had the unmistakable smell of alcohol on it. This wasn’t entirely unpleasant - the few fumbles I had had up to now had been alcohol fuelled and, like a Pavlovian dog, I was conditioned to link the smell of alcohol on breath with sex. My cock pulsed and stiffened in her hand.
Linda stood there for a few seconds, just feeling and stroking. I could sense a struggle within her. About exactly what I could only guess - only that temptation was warring with something else. Guilt? Fear? Embarrassment? Whichever it was, it was over quickly, temptation having clearly won.
I watched as she slid down my body, never taking her eyes from mine, and took the end of my cock into her mouth. As I watched, she pushed back my foreskin and put her lips to the very tip of me. I looked deep into her eyes as she slowly slid those lips over my glans until they came to rest on the ridge between shaft and head. She began to use her tongue to stimulate me - slowly sliding it over the sensitive flesh she had captured in her mouth. Fuck, it felt so good. But there were other people here. Just downstairs. In my mum and dad’s house. I glanced nervously at the door. It was still open.
“What about the door?” I asked pointing to the door with my head.
Linda slipped her lips back over my glans and my legs almost buckled as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Don’t worry about it”, she said.
“But won’t you be missed?”
“I’m ‘at the toilet’”, she supplied by way of answer. “Now shh, and stop asking questions. You really, really don’t want to involve me in conversation right now.” And then, as if to illustrate exactly why, she took my entire cock right into her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed, and then put my hand over my mouth. I couldn’t help it. I’d just felt what was, without doubt, the single most pleasurable experience I had had in my - admittedly short - sexual career. Linda’s lips were at the root of my cock, having travelled it’s entire length. But my little outburst was because of the exquisite feeling I had felt as my cock “popped” into her throat.
Linda started a tiny bobbing motion, sliding just the head of my cock in and out of her throat. It was a small motion, not at all visually impressive like the blowjobs I had seen in porn. But I felt wet, yielding warmth sliding snugly over my cock at just the right angle, with just the right pressure and I knew pleasure like none I had known. And soon - far sooner than I would have liked and yet hardly soon enough if someone should choose to come up the stairs - I could feel the pressure build.
“Uhh… hnnn… I’m going to… cum.”
I pulled slightly back. All of my experience so far had taught me that girls do not like you to cum in their mouths. But Linda did. She grabbed onto my arse with both hands and pulled me towards her, impaling her throat on my cock.
“Ooohh, fuuckk!” My legs trembled and nearly gave way as pleasure exploded in my head. My cock throbbed as I shot pulse after pulse of cum into Linda’s mouth. She took it all - she seemed to revel in it, making a sort of “mmm” noise as I came that sent delicious aftershocks of pleasure shooting up my pulsating cock.
Eventually my orgasm subsided. Linda still had my cock in her mouth - she had gone back to gently licking and sucking it, only it was now all shiny with a mixture of cum and saliva.
“You’re still hard”, she said, after a while.
“Yeah”, I said, slightly puzzled. “You’re still sucking it.”
Linda rose and lifted my new pair of shorts up my legs, then tucked me away inside.
“I’ll excuse myself soon”, she said. “Make your own excuses - say you’re going to your friends’ or something - then come round to mine.”
Then she left my room.
(The forum filter won't let me write h*pnotically out properly but I hope you understand what I mean).
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. The bit that's important is that Linda is "older than 20" by some significant margin.
And I think my 20 year old self would quite happily have admired that ankle you're showing off there in a not very Victorian way
