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“Okay Tracey, this is how it's going to work,” Amanda instructed in a very matter-of-fact tone, as though they were discussing something as every-day as the weather. Taking the teen’s hand, she guided her off the bed so that her husband could lie down. “Mark and I are going to walk you through this every step of the way.”
Tracey swallowed and nodded, her heart thumping loudly. She couldn’t remember ever being so nervous.
“Just stay calm and play it by ear. Everything will come naturally, sweetheart,” Amanda whispered soothingly, remembering all too well her own unease during hers and Mark’s first night together. The thought brought a glint to her eye, a secret smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I promise you’re gonna love it.”
Tracey nodded again, but the words did little to soothe the uneasy tightness in her lower belly, and she suddenly longed for the floor to open beneath her. So, Mrs Burton gave her a gentle push, and the matter was decided.
Half stumbling and half falling, she fell onto the bed to be swept up in Mark’s arms and pulled atop a wall of hard male. She could feel his terribly aroused erection straining beneath her naked bottom. It felt enormous, much too big to ever fit inside her. Far from being a turn-off, however, the idea and the feel of the splendid specimen of masculinity beneath quickly rekindled her earlier fires. She wiggled her hips so his bulge nestled its way along her pelvis to the throbbing heat at the apex of her thighs. Swept up in the warmth of her arousal, she dipped her head to kiss her best friend’s dad.
Matching her hunger, she felt him demanding entrance to her mouth. Not giving herself a chance to hesitate or second guess, she parted her lips and met his tongue greedily with her own. He tasted different, his masculine flavour spiced ever so slightly by a subtle heady essence. Her essence, she realised excitedly. She could taste herself. Excited by this discovery, she sucked his tongue greedily, growing almost drunk with ecstasy from their combined flavours, before suddenly pulling back and nipping a fiery trail down the exposed flesh of his neck.
Mark shuddered when she found the sensitive spot that joined his neck and shoulder and lashed it with her tongue, remembering how he had worked her body to that feverish pitch and knowing she was getting payback. It took every bit of willpower he possessed to keep his hands on the mattress and resist the urge to just throw the little minx to the bed and take her. Payback’s a bitch.
In control or not, however, he couldn’t stop himself from bucking against the tempting wench. Tracey suddenly moaned as his hardened cock rubbed up against her clit through his trousers.
“Attagirl,” Amanda purred, coming to stand around beside them, where she could see them both clearly. “Do whatever feels natural. Have fun with him, but remember, this is a marathon, not a race. So just take your time and learn what he likes.” And just to prove her point, she took his earlobe between her lips and sucked.
“Oh!” Tracey gasped, her eyes widening at the feeling of Mark’s body jumping beneath her and the weight of his cock grinding deliciously into her tender folds. Oh God, how she wanted to feel that inside her, stretching her to the point where even the slightest movement would make her see stars, to ride him into the sweet oblivion of la petite mort.
Amanda winked and licked her lips. “Understand?”
Nodding frantically, Tracey shifted to place her hands just below his collarbone and slid carefully off his lap to crouch between his legs. Careful to maintain as much skin to skin contact as possible, she laid a trail of licks and kisses down his hardened chest. A lifelong sportsman with a particular fondness for rugby, his body was littered with scars and she took special care to delicately lick each and every one before biting down on his flat nipples. As her mouth went lower, her fingers slid lightly down his arms to the waistline of his trousers. After popping open the last button, Tracey threw a hesitant glance at Amanda, who only nodded in encouragement.
“That’s it, just take it slow. He’s a big boy, but that just gives you more of him to play with.” Seizing her hand by the wrist, she forced the girl to take the bull by the single, very large horn.
He was so thick that her fingers wouldn’t meet as they closed around his velvet skin, just beneath his ridge. She could feel him pulsing within her grasp when she pressed her thumb on his sensitive tip. The spongy head was already slick and shiny with precum, and her thumb slid easily round and round his slit before, with Mrs Burton’s guiding touch, giving him a wary stroke that drew a soft moan from his lips.
“Oh fuck…” he panted, his head momentarily falling back into the pillow and a fine sheen slowly forming across his upper body.
Her confidence growing, Tracey repeated the move, only a little longer this time, going from base to tip. She could feel him throbbing in her palm, his head swelling with each stroke, silently pleading for her. His thick, musky scent made her mouth water. Turning her eyes up to meet his once more, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her lips sliding over his crest.
“Easy, not so fast,” Mrs Barton warned, putting a restraining hand on her shoulder. But it did no good.
It was a delicious sensation, holding the head of his cock with her lips. Mark’s flavour spilt over her tastebuds like thick syrup, fogging her brain. Remembering some of the more interesting clips she had found online that Cam had lent her, she slid both of her hands down to his taut, muscular thighs and began slowly bobbing her head. However, despite her enthusiasm, she quickly realised that she couldn't support his enormous cock without the aid of her hands. Moving one from his knee, she placed it at the base of his length and tried to take more of him, but her jaw began to ache before she got even half of him in.
And despite herself, she started to worry she wasn’t doing it right. In the movies, there was never any doubt that the guy getting blown loved it, but while it was obvious from his light grunts and moans that Mr Burton was enjoying her attempts at a blow job, he just didn't seem to be enjoying it enough. She forced herself to try and take him all in.
“Tracey, no!”
A cough hit her like a tidal wave the moment the blunt tip smacked into the back of her throat. Then she couldn’t breathe. It was too much, too big. Hot tears burned her eyes as her throat constricted, closing her airways so completely that panic ran like ice through her veins. The sensation was so overwhelming that she almost leapt off the bed, coughing violently, wheezing to catch her breath.
Amanda was already beside her, a hand rubbing circles over her back to calm her while she whispered soothing words. Like Tracey was a horse on the verge of bolting. “It’s okay, sweetheart. That was just a bit too fast. It’s okay…okay.”
But it wasn’t okay, not in the least.
Swallowing back tears of shame and embarrassment, Tracey forced herself to speak. “Mrs Burton… I think… I think I need a little help?”
Amanda needed no explanation. In truth, she had been pleasantly surprised at how quickly Tracey had gone on her own. She had the general idea. Experience would fill in the blanks. All she needed was guidance and a bit of refining.
“Okay, now, watch closely,” she instructed, shifting to kneel between her husband's legs. “You have the right idea, but there’s no need to rush. Men like to be teased and worked up. The longer you keep him going, the stronger his orgasm will be.” Demonstrating her point, Amanda bent down and began lightly kissing and licking his tip until Mark felt as if he was going to burst.
“Amanda…oh God…so good!” he gasped, his head rolling back in sheer pleasure as he felt her tongue dance across his velvety head before wrapping him in its warmth as ever so slowly, she began taking his cock into her mouth. There, Mark found he was incapable of words and his eyes visibly rolled back into his skull. The feeling of her tongue wrapped around him, massaging him into a delirium too great for him to stand. Struggling against the pleasure, he managed to moan, “Amanda… more…more” before losing himself again as he felt his dick hit the back of her mouth.
Smiling inwardly at his desperate plea, Amanda slowly pulled away and flashed a sultry smile at Tracey. “Care to join me?”
Nodding, not trusting herself to speak, Tracey moved in beside the older woman. Together, they eyed his erect cock with obvious desire and began licking and sucking his member together. Mark, shocked by the sudden feeling of two mouths sliding over his sensitised flesh, was unsure of what to do with his hands. Grabbing fresh fistfuls of the bedsheets, he had to fight the urge to watch them as strands of curly gold and silky raven hair tickled his stomach and inner thighs.
Together, they feasted on him.
