If I was looking for an excuse for what I had done with Randy that Friday afternoon, I could have blamed it on the Dog Days of Summer, but I wasn’t looking for any excuses. There has always been something about the unseasonably hot and humid days of the Dog Days of Summer that has made me almost insatiably horny. Any erotic sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, or thought has me wet and ready in a heartbeat. OK, so I had broken the rules and had become sexually involved with one of my patients, but rules are made to be broken. As I thought about what Randy and I had done over the weekend, I remembered what one of my college professors told me and his other students during a Social Psychology lecture. “No one,” he told us, “should have the right to tell anyone who they can share their bodies with. Whatever consenting adults do sexually that gives them pleasure, causes them no pain, and harms no one else is good for them, and should be no one’s business but their own.”
Memories of my college days came flooding back into my consciousness. Memories of the first time a man had ever made real love to me with his mouth. The first time I had ever had a man shoot his load down my throat.
I wasn’t a virgin when I entered college. I had lost that to our next-door neighbor’s seventeen year old son on the night of my sweet sixteen birthday party. I had many lovers over the next two years but my sex life had left a lot to be desired. I never had an orgasm during sex with any of the boys my own age. Sex with them had always been wham-bam-thank you ma’am. They were real fast guns. They shoved it in me, pumped away for a few minutes, got off, and then rolled off me before I even had a chance to have an orgasm. I always ended up getting myself off in the bathroom. I never knew how fucking fantastic sex could be until that professor made love to me with his mouth. Come to think about it, my first time with him happened during the early days of the Dog Days of Summer too. I came away from that night thinking that every girl should have an older, sexually experienced man as her first lover. I hope that when my daughter becomes old enough to have sex, her first lover will be an older, sexually experienced man.
To earn some pocket money, I had signed on with a babysitting agency and Paul and Mandy were among their clients. On the nights when Paul was lecturing on campus and Mandy was on duty at the hospital, they called the agency to send a sitter over. Come to think of it, it was Mandy that inspired me to go on to medical school after I graduated college. Mandy and I are still friends today and I don’t think that she ever found out what happened between Paul and me that faithful July night or what we shared together over the next three years.
I arrived an hour early for the assignment, which gave Paul plenty of time to take me on a very slow tour of their very large house, Mandy had already left for the hospital. As I took in his beautiful home, he was taking in my beautiful titties. I can’t recall if I’ve already told you this or not, but I stopped wearing a bra the night of my sweet sixteen birthday party. My reason for going braless that night was that even my softest sports bra irritated my large, sensitive nipples when they were aroused and they were fully aroused that night. Then I discovered just how pleasant it was to have them caressed by the thin, soft fabric of my cotton blouse. I had studied myself closely in the mirror that night before coming down to the party and I saw that my large titties stretched the thin cotton taught. My ruddy-colored, saucer-sized aureole and thimble-size nipples showed clearly through the stretched-thin cotton. When I came down to the party that night the top three buttons on my blouse were undone.
Paul was openly admiring them that night. Once out of sight of the children, he slipped his left arm around my waist and pulled me against his side. Without thinking, I slipped my right hand in the pocket of his dressed slacks so it rested firmly against his ass. With his long, hard body brushing against mine, my nipples had grown so hard by the end of the tour that I had undone two more buttons on my blouse. Before we returned to where the children were watching TV, he leaned over and kissed me firmly on the lips.
“Mandy’s pulling a double in the ER and won’t be home until six in the morning. I’ll be home around ten. Make yourself at home, honey.”
He kissed me again, a little harder and a little longer before we descended the stairs to the TV Room and the children.
“Make yourself at home,” he told me and was gone.
The children watched TV until 8 and then I put them down for the night.
I lay down on the rug in front of the TV and tried to watch some stupid sitcom but I couldn’t concentrate on the plot if you can say a sitcom has a plot. All I could think about was how nice Paul’s body felt brushing up against mine. I turned off the TV and all the lights except a night light and stretched out on the sectional and tried to sleep but I was too horny to sleep. I had to masturbate. Unbuttoning my blouse the rest of the way, I pulled it free of my miniskirt, I went to work on my nipples, fantasizing that it was really Paul’s lips on my nipples and not my fingers. My body took over. With my feet resting flat on the cushions, my miniskirt slid up around my hips as my thighs spread wide apart. Sliding a hand inside my sopping wet panties, I slid a finger between my bloated pussy lips to caressed my throbbing little love button. Fantasizing that it was Paul making love to me I climaxed over and over again, each orgasm more violent, more satisfying then the last. I sunk my teeth in my other hand to stifle my moans and screams to keep from waking the children. When I finally fell asleep, I fell asleep with my finger still buried inside my pussy.
As if in a dream, I felt someone pulling my hand out of my panties. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw Paul, naked, kneeling beside me, his cock standing as tall and as proud as a steel flagpole. As I came fully awake, Paul took the finger I had fingered myself with and placed it in his mouth, sucking my cum off it.
“Paul…Fuck me.”
Paul finished undressing me before scooping me up in his arms only to deposit me on the deep pile carpeting in front of the sectional.
“Not tonight Jenny. You taste too fucking good to fuck Jenny. Tonight I want to eat you out until you cream all over my face. I want to shoot off in your mouth, not in your pussy.”
With that said he straddled my head and lowered his mouth to my pussy lips. I never had oral sex before so I really didn’t know what to expect. The moment Paul’s tongue flicked light across my blood-engorged lips, my body convulsed as if jolted by a current of high-voltage electricity. My body took on a life of its own as he slowly slid his tongue up and down the full length of my inflamed flesh. As he slid his tongue deeper and deeper inside me my hips started thrusting up against his mouth, my spasmodic pussy trying to suck his tongue in even deeper.
Grabbing his ass cheeks in my hands, I pulled his cock down to my mouth, wrapping my lips around its huge head. The taste of his sweet pre-cum drove me wild. Paul moaned against my pussy as I ran my tongue over and around his cock knob, caressing that most sensitive part. Slowly I worked his shaft deeper down my throat, not stopping until I couldn’t take any more of his shaft in. reaching between us with one hand; I started to massage his hairy, softball-size nut sack. I could feel his jism swirling around in there, getting ready to make a dash upwards to freedom. I was already ready to have my first climax during sex and knew I would cum the moment his wonderful tongue touched my little erect clit.
I needed to cum in the worse way, but I wanted him to cum with me. With my other hand I started pumping up and down on his thick shaft, the fat vein on its underside pulsing madly against my trembling palm. Then just as he started to erupt like Old Faithfull, his tongues flick across my straining clit, triggering my own release. I worked my throat furiously trying to swallow every drop of his jism as it shot down my throat like streams of hot water from a high pressure washer. Each mighty jet of his jism igniting a new wave of orgasms in me.
When our climaxes subsided we rolled on our sides. I held his now soft cock in my mouth, continuing to caress its head with my tongue as he continued to lick over, around and between my pussy lips. After a few minutes I let him slip out of my mouth. I ran my tongue around his balls, sucking them into my mouth, one at a time. I licked the full length of his shaft, slowly, ever so slowly; his shaft started responding to my devouring tongue.
Paul’s tongue found my little love button again and soon I was soaring upwards towers another orgasm. Lying on our sides, I was able to take him even deeper down my throat. With his face lying against my inner thigh, we could look deeply into each other’s eyes as we climaxed together again.
Afterwards, as we were cleaning up in his bathroom, he confessed that oral sex was the one thing that Mandy wouldn’t do with him. We never did fuck, he got enough of that with Mandy, but we had oral sex every time I came over to babysit.
