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Then he inhaled, seeming to savor the organic bouquet of my genitals. "You even smell good. I can't wait to taste you."

His fingers splayed my petal soft folds, baring my private sexual hollow to his scrutiny. The anticipation as he licked his lips and stuck his long luscious tongue out hovering mere inches above my bud, excited me. Imagining his tongue licking me down there, I gulped. The anticipation seemed to make the walls of my womanly lair seep with crème.
Crème that he wants to lick out.
He did it and my fingers formed fists around the sheets as I blurted out my overwhelming joy, "Oh, dear God! I can't believe." Pant. "How good you feel."

Gasping as his eager tongue circled the rim of my deep recess, I stiffened and raising my hips, pushed, offering my sex further into his mouth. I didn't think it was possible to feel any better, when, to my surprise, he
encircled my thighs with his arms, his right hand easing to my clit, rubbing and tapping it gently with his finger. The other hand journeyed across my body, closing in on a breast. Using his finger and thumb in concert he teased and pinched my distended nipple.

H
is intimate fingers rolled and swirled around my bud, while his tongue noisily lapped up the crème that formed and pulled, from me, a series of throaty whimpers.

I'd never dreamed I could feel this good. I never imagined sex could be so
…so sexy. Then, a small part of my mind reprimanded me,
You're a sister. You shouldn't be doing this.

Just this once let me experience it. Just this once.

But can you, sister. Can you stop, once you've fully experienced this?
She meant come. And then it came. A smo-o-o-th wave of tingly pleasure came over me. "Oh, God, Julian. That feels so good. Oh Jesus, Here I come, baby, it's like a solar starburst."

I arched my back two feet off the bed, alternately gasping and panting as my release slammed through me.  My hips rose and pushed my clit greedily into his mouth while I screamed my ultimate pleasure. Awash in my pussy juices, his mouth made a slurping sound as his tongue licked my deep haven. His digits wet from the abundance of juices teased my swollen clit as my body, thrashed back and forth out of control.

Then before the last tremor of pleasure subsided, orgasm number two slashed and burned across my mind, and I went totally ballistic from the erotic sensations speeding through my entirety.

After twenty short seconds, the amazing feelings I'd experienced weakened to a series of pleasure shudders, which coursed through me. I now understood, how sex could be so compelling.

Julian rose and smacked lips. "That was fun and…tasty." He rubbed his tummy and my gazed followed his hand. In front of his hand was his bold upright cock. I'd just gained a whole new attitude about sex, because the idea of having that sexy hunk of meat in my mouth no longer seemed disgusting. I sat up and grabbed his shaft. As my hand stroked his silky appendage, my eyes locked onto steel blue orbs. "Your turn, what do I do?"

He snickered. "Just do it and if anything feels bad or especially good, I'll tell you."

As I leaned in closer to examine his organ, it's musky, male fragrance wafted into my nostrils. "Mmm, you smell sexy." I studied it. His creamy shaft seemed to rise from a patch of curly dark fur. Along its length veins meandered in no particular pattern. At the top was a helmet shaped mauve to pink colored head, with a hole in the tip. A bead of clear liquid rested in the hole's reservoir. My tongue darted out and scooped it up.

He gasped.

The only flavor I tasted was slightly saline. I had no idea if Julian was big since his was the only penis, let alone erection, I'd ever seen for real, but it seemed big. Way big and I wondered if it would fit in my mouth, let alone between my legs.

It had to fit. We made love. His breathing grew heavier as I covered his rigid member with juicy kisses. While holding him between my thumb and fingers, I languorously licked the length of him from the pink pouch that hung below to the
plum colored head above. Like the tiny bit of precum I'd tasted, his shaft tasted slightly saline. Softly moaning, Julian rested a hand on the back of my head.

"Oh, God, that feels heavenly."

I couldn't help but smile. Stroking him, I paused long enough to chide him, "You don't believe in heaven."

He managed to say, "If there was a heaven. Ooh-uh!" before I licked down and back up his shaft. Down and up, and down again, I laved his silky member and teased it with soft nibbles.

  I took the head of his dick into my mouth sucking, tonguing the sensitive underside, ferociously. With his cock in my mouth holding him in place I snaked my hand's around him, digging my nails into his buttocks. My hands felt him tremble.
I am doing this to him.

It was time to see what else I could do to him. Suddenly, engorging my mouth on his cock, his knees buckled. He placed his other hand on my head for support, digging his fingers through my hair. My mouth and closed hand began to stroke him in tandem, in and out, in and out.

A tiny moan emitted from deep in his chest with each stroke of my mouth. His breathing grew ragged. In a shaky breathless voice, he urged, "Oh, that's good, baby. That feels so good." His hips bucked into me.

I glanced up. A thrill ran through me as he watched me suck his manhood. This was every bit as sexy as when he went down on me. "Careful, baby, I'm getting close to coming."

I continuing to stroke him with my hand, but I pulled my mouth away. "You tasted me, so I want to taste you."

In a wobbly voice, he asked, "You want me to come in your mouth?"

"Ah-huh."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded earnestly, and went back to sucking.

Panting, Julian said, "I can't stand it anymore. Squeeze my balls."

I pulled my mouth away, again. "What?"

"While you're sucking on me, squeeze my nuts. It'll make me come faster and harder."

Reaching between his legs, I squeezed his balls lightly as I took him into my mouth as deep as I could.

"Harder, squeeze them hard."

I squeezed a little harder, but he wanted more. "Squeeze them tight."

I did as he asked, and suddenly, a squirt of semen hit the roof of my mouth, followed by another gush and another. I glanced up and Julian's beautiful eyes had rolled back in his head. He groaned loudly. "Ahhh! Ahhh!

Swallowing my less than tasty burden, my pace slowed. Nevertheless, I continued moving my mouth back and forth over him.

When his convulsions ended, he kissed me, residue of semen in my mouth and all, and wrapped his arms around me. "That was amazing. I can't believe it was your first time."

"And tomorrow will be like my first time having you inside me."

Chapter Eight – Laurel's Dilemma

"
Life, the gift of nature, Love, the gift of life, a Kiss, the gift of Love
.
"
~Unknown~

H
ow was I to know? The thing I'd always thought sounded disgusting was wonderful. I love oral sex—at least with Julian, I do. And if I love oral sex with Julian, simple extrapolation means I love all sex with Julian.

It was just getting light. I glanced toward the alarm clock
—5:36 a.m. I turned over and looked at my lover, who by now I was sure I was in love with. Even in sleep, with messed up hair, he was gorgeous. He was so sweet and gentle. He even compared my sex to a beautiful blossom.

Tess was right. I think I love sex.
What am I to do?
I can't make a decision until we do it, too. I'll bet that's even more wonderful. Suddenly, I had an urge to see his man thing again. I pulled the cover back and stared at it. It was hard, just like last night and though it was a little ugly, I wanted to stroke it, even put it in my mouth again. However, I wanted it in my…vagina even more.

I rolled over, turning my back to Julian and tried to sleep, but I was too wound up. Like a fast forward slide show, mind images of memories of Julian and I flashed through my brain. Starting with Java Joint, my mind recalled everything we'd done, including the heavenly pleasures we'd experienced last night. I couldn't sleep. I sat up and reached for my phone.

* * * *

With the kids at my mother-in-law
's, my one chance to sleep in and the frigging phone rings. I reached over to my cell phone and put it to my ear. "Yeah?"

"Sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to someone."

I pursed my lips. "Not half as sorry as I am." I sat up. "What'dya need."

"We did it. Julian and I had oral sex last night and I plan to have intercourse next."

"So did half a billion other people. What's the big deal?"

There was silence and then a meek voice squeaked, "Tess?"

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry, with the kids at Seth's mother, I was looking forward to sleeping in. So how was it?"

"Oh, I can't describe it. Last night was too wonderful for words. So wonderful I can't wait until his
…thing is…you know…in me.

"His cock. If you're going to start having sex, talk like a modern day woman, not some Victorian crone."

Ten more seconds of silence. "I think maybe I ought to let you go back to sleep, so you can get up on the other side of the bed. I'm at a crossroads. Julian has me thinking of renouncing my vows. I need advice and all I get is sarcasm."

I felt six inches high. "I'm sorry, Sister sis. Give me an hour, let me put a pot of coffee on and by the time you get here, I'll be your loving, helpful sister again."

* * * *

An hour?
She lives ten minutes away. What shall I do until it's time to leave.
Gazing at Julian a warm tingly feeling coursed through me, but when I lowered my gaze to between his legs and his exposed hard manhood, the feelings changed and heat surged to my lower regions. 

I reached between my legs. The tenderness from the wax job had diminished to almost normal and as a bonus, I was wet and ready.

I dragged the covers off him and rose to my knees. I gently rolled him onto his back exposing his stiff manly pride to my scrutiny. Still sleeping, he groaned and said, "Don't stop." Wondering if he was truly asleep, I waited and watched. "When he said, That's it baby, just like I showed you," I knew he was having an erotic dream about last night. That was all the encouragement I needed. I lifted a leg over his thighs and straddled him, his rigid sex resting just in front of my mound. Moving forward and back, my sensitive hot spot rubbed against his hard member.

It felt really good, and unbelievably he still slept. I wondered if he would continue to sleep if he was in me. I lifted him upright so the eye of his manhood looked right at me as if to say,
"Well?"

I rose up and slowly lowered myself upon him until my sensuous pearl rubbed his pubic hilt. Surprisingly, it hurt more than it felt good. I rested there with my lover buried inside me, deciding if I should continue, when he made my mind up for me.  

His eyes opened. "Hi."

I remained motionless, half feeling like a molester.

Smiling he wrapped his large hands around my buttocks and gently pushed up. I rose an inch or two and went back down. As I did, he pushed into me. "You've gone this far, don't stop."

Knowing he wanted it, I rode his pole through my pain, because it pleased him. Thankfully, the pain diminished with each stroke and by the time it left entirely, his hands moved up to my breasts and teased my jutting nipples.

I went wild, moving up and down to and fro. I loved it and I couldn't wait to try other positions. The trouble was I only knew one other position—missionary. I didn't even know this one before I did it. Suddenly, a wonderful tingly feeling not unlike what I'd felt last night, returned. I gasped, panting as a release slammed through me. Radiance exploded behind my eyes as pure ecstasy raced through me, causing me to scream out my bliss. I couldn't hold it. My joy verbalized in the form of a shriek as the erotic sensations crested in my womb.

That
was spectacular. I'd done it! I had made love with Julian and felt it—remembered it. A glance at the clock told me it was time to get ready. I rose allowing the stiff member that had temporarily resided inside me to assume its normal position, aiming toward his navel. As I rolled off the bed and stood, Julian cleared his throat, "Hmm-Hmm."

I looked at him.

"Where're you going?"

"I told Tess I'd meet her in an hour. That was about thirty minutes ago."

"Don't I get a happy face, too?"

I didn't understand. "A happy face?"

He laughed. "That's my euphemism for orgasm."

A hot flush course through me. "I'm sorry. Of course, you can have one. We have to hurry though."

He smiled again. "Trust me, I'm almost there."

I smiled. "Can we do it missionary style?"

"You bet. Let me put a condom on."

My mouth dropped when I realized he had just been inside me with no protection. My hand went to my mouth. "Oh, my God."