A Weekend for Blowjobs (4) … Noises in the night

This is the fourth part of my weekend away with Rachel. A weekend that would be filled with blow jobs. In case you missed it, the first part is here and part (2) is here.  Part (3) is located here.

Knowing that we had a a likely aural audience I was becoming rapidly excited. I wasn’t afraid to let it be known how happy I was feeling. It didn’t take long. I cried out with a yell and arched and came hard into her mouth.

That was three blow jobs so far.

With that we both fell right asleep. The day had been long, the play with my cock effectively tiring for me.

But somewhat later I felt Rachel stir. She had found her way into my arms and I heard her whisper …

“Do you hear that? They’re at it again.”

And sure enough, from across the hall I could hear the telltale squeaks of a bed in action mixed with Scott’s unmistakable grunts.

“Hmmm,”  I replied.

Almost by default, I pinched Rachel’s right boob and nipple. It caused her to sigh and nibble my ear lobe.

We were off to the races! I slid myself down and spread her legs. As my tongue slipped between her folds I could hear Rachel sigh again. Then softly moan. Louder. I increased my pace and pressure. Even louder moaning from Rachel. Perhaps it was the turn-on of having pleasured me so many times already that day, maybe the fact this was our first weekend away, or the sounds from the room opposite, whatever the reasons Rachel reacted quickly. She bucked savagely and cried out as she spasmed to my mouth.

By now I was again rock hard. I shimmied my way up Rachel’s still quivering body and knelt above her shoulders. She parted her lips and I shoved my cock inside. This was no time for fancy moves. Face fucking 101.

I pushed hard. Deep into her mouth. I pumped faster. With each stroke she lifted her head to help get me deeper.  My need was urgent. This was animal action at its rawest.

I exploded in Rachel’s mouth. She gulped down every drop.

Are you counting? Four blow jobs since we left home.

To be continued …

 

 

 

A Weekend for Blowjobs (3) … Cookie’s Influence

This is the third part of my weekend away with Rachel. A weekend that would be filled with blow jobs. In case you missed it, the first part is here and part (2) is here.

Then she reached over, unzipped my pants, and sucked me off right there on the city street! I have no idea how she got me erect and had me cumming so fast given my mood. But she did. And I did.

That was two blow jobs in the car before we had even arrived at my friend’s apartment.

I was now totally relaxed. Despite the late hour, the long drive, and the previous harrowing experience on the interstate, I had no tension whatsoever. Take note ladies how you can easily make your man relax …

After a few more false turns and unexpected delays, we finally found my friend’s apartment. It was now after midnight. The apartment was the bottom floor of an older, well to do executive home from the early 1920s. As my childhood chum Scott greeted us, through the dim lighting I marveled at the intricate detail of the crown molding and the rest of the surroundings. It was beautiful.

Scott had never met Rachel, though he had heard much of her from me. I could see from the twinkle in his eye, he approved.

Scott’s “date” for the weekend had not yet arrived. During the car trip down, I had explained to Rachel what the situation was. I wanted to avoid surprises and any embarrassment for all parties. Scott’s date this weekend was Cookie, an exotic dancer who had become enamored with him. We had met Cookie a couple of months previous. She was working at the city’s most notorious strip club. And naturally, Scott frequented it, and I had become very familiar with it during my several recent visits. Cookie was bright, engaging, and fun to be around. And I probably don’t need to add, with amazing tits and ass. How on earth she came to be fascinated by Scott still remains one of life’s great mysteries. I had explained all this to Rachel. Cookie was to come over after she finished her late night shift at the peeler bar, and Rachel was looking forward to meeting her. Cookie would, naturally, stay the night.

While we waited for Cookie’s arrival, beers and a bottle of wine were opened. Events were caught up on. Not too long thereafter, a gentle knock on the front door announced our highly anticipated guest’s entrance. Dressed in light sweater and slacks, she gave Scott a big kiss and then another one for me, too. It had been a month since I had seen her. I could see Rachel was wide-eyed, and a little shy. Nothing could perturb Cookie though, and she gave Rachel an affectionate cheek kiss in meeting.

We were all tired, so after one more quick drink, it was time to hit the hay. Rachel’s and my room was just across the hall from Scott’s. Rachel and I quickly stripped and began to snuggle. While we were gently kissing, we heard it. The noise from across the hall. It was clear Cookie was giving Scott a blowjob as we could hear the sounds of her slurping through two doors. And Scott’s gasping and grunts. Rachel looked up at me and smiled. She was getting turned on, I knew.

She slowly slid down between my legs and started on my balls. Then licks along my shaft. Swirls around the head. I think Rachel felt like she needed to compete with the noises across the hallway.

“So big,” she said in a not so soft voice. “So hard! I love sucking you.”

Knowing that we had a a likely aural audience I was becoming rapidly excited. I wasn’t afraid to let it be known how happy I was feeling. It didn’t take long. I cried out with a yell and arched and came hard into her mouth.

That was three blow jobs so far.

To be continued …

 

 

 

A Weekend for Blowjobs (2)

This is the second part of my weekend away with Rachel. A weekend that would be filled with blow jobs. In case you missed it, the first part is here …

As my body lurched upward in ecstasy, suddenly I realized I needed to turn the wheel hard and brake as quickly as I could in this unfamiliar car! Unknowingly I had floored it and goddamn it but we were headed for a big curve and I had obviously missed the warning signs to slow down dramatically …

Remember neither of us had our seat belts fastened and Rachel was part way in my lap. I extended my arm out to hold her back. I braked as hard as I could without throwing the both of us into the windshield. I used all my strength in my left arm to turn the wheel into the curve. Luckily I didn’t have time to worry about what the first responders would think when they saw my dick cut into pieces from flying glass.

Rachel was super cool. She said nothing. No screaming, no crying, not even a gasp. Perhaps it all happened too fast.  We sailed into the turn and made it through! Not even into another lane or a fish tail. Even now I can remember how great my post orgasmic joy was. Different of course from the usual, but no less satisfying.  Now I realize how fortunate I was to not have my road head displayed on a splattered platter.

After we straightened out and I had the car comfortably under control, Rachel sat up and put on her safety belt.

“Oh, that almost ended badly,” Rachel quietly said.

“No kidding!” I replied.

We drove on in silence for several minutes, undoubtedly both realizing how close our cravings had brought us to near disaster. Then Rachel broke the quiet.

“I did love sucking your cock though. A lot.” And then she giggled. The air was lightened.

Not too much time passed and we came off the interstate, then on to a local expressway, down a ramp, and into the edges of the core of the city.  I had never been to my friend’s new apartment, so I was trying to remember his directions. It was now after midnight. We finally got into the area near his apartment. It was a bit of an older, upscale neighborhood, with short streets and lots of stop signs. The older street lamps weren’t particularly bright, so seeing the names of cross streets was somewhat difficult … this was long before GPS … heck we didn’t even have mobile phones back then … and my frustration was beginning to rise.

Drive 75 yards. Then stop. Try and see the name of the cross street. 75 more yards. Stop. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat …

“What’s that street?” I asked Rachel.

“I can’t really see,” she sighed.

“Grrrr,” I growled.

“Ok,” Rachel said. “Pull over. We’ll figure this out. You need to be calm”.

Somewhat reluctantly I edged the car ahead and pulled off to the side.

“Turn the engine off,” Rachel said.

Then she reached over, unzipped my pants, and sucked me off right there on the city street! I have no idea how she got me erect and had me cumming so fast given my mood. But she did. And I did.

That was two blow jobs in the car before we had even arrived at my friend’s apartment.

 

To be continued …

 

 

 

A Weekend for Blowjobs (1)

This is another story about Rachel. You can learn more about her here and here should you be interested, or may have forgotten about her. I sure haven’t.

We had been been dating for about 6 weeks or so, and the sex was building, and commencing to be quite good.  I invited her to come along with me to a weekend in a large city about 6 hours up the road. Some old high school and college friends of mine (both genders by the way) had planned a rather wild weekend, and I thought Rachel would fit in rather well.

She was very keen to go along but under the proviso that we take her brand new car. It was a stick shift, you see, and her skills with a manual transmission were a little rusty. I was a bit taken aback, but also flattered, that she was anxious to trust me with her major new purchase.

We headed out after work on a Friday evening, fighting the traffic out of the city, and knowing we had a long drive ahead. But no matter; this was our first weekend away together, and despite staying with an old friend in his new apartment, I promised her we would have fun and it would be a sex-filled two days.

As we drove along the interstate I tried to describe several of my friends and their various idiosyncrasies. Like “Tall One” (6′ 5″) who only dated girls 5’2 ” or shorter, “Memory Stick” who had a photographic memory of every Hustler magazine he had ever seen (and he had “read” them all), and our host who was a big fan of strippers. In fact, his bedmate this weekend was a rather busty dancer we had befriended the month previous at a particularly notorious establishment, (but perhaps that’s TMI?)  All these characters only served to tantalize Rachel’s innate curiosity. She could hardly wait to get there.

We were not far past half way in our voyage, darkness had begun to set in, and I was feeling a stirring in my cut off jeans. I casually mentioned this .. cough … fact to Rachel and she didn’t miss a beat. Unbuckling she glanced over and with a wink … sigh … she said, “I guess I better get busy then.”

I followed her example and unlatched my safety belt. “That would be good!” I replied quickly.

She sidled towards me and deftly undid my pants’ belt. Another quick move and she had the button undone and my fly down. With her left hand on my shoulder, her right reached in and began to stroke my stiffening cock.

“That didn’t take long” she chuckled.

“I’m all about anticipation, Rachel” I replied. “And I’m anticipating feeling very good real soon.”

As Rachel began licking my length I needed to concentrate. Not on her, though I wanted to of course, but on my driving. We were doing more than 70 mph, plus even though dusk was setting in, I knew the truckers we passed would have a pretty good view.  I didn’t exactly want the toot of horns from 18-wheelers to disturb my concentration, nor Rachel’s.

Over the past 6 weeks we had been working on Rachel’s technique. She was certainly a keen student and was a very quick learner. Sometimes too quick I think. For 15 to 20 minutes she teased me. She showed me no mercy. She had me at the brink oh so many times. Either because of our passing a trucker, or purely from the sinister pleasure she was deriving, she’d lift her head from her perch and momentarily look like a good girl in the passenger seat. I couldn’t stand it.

I don’t beg, but if I were honest, I’d have to say I was pretty close to very serious pleading. Rachel was enjoying every second of my discomfort-pleasure. Dare I say she was lapping it up?

Finally neither of us could postpone the moment. I cried out with a yell as I dumped into her sucking mouth.

As my body lurched upward in ecstasy, suddenly I realized I needed to turn the wheel hard and brake as quickly as I could in this unfamiliar car! Unknowingly I had floored it and goddamn it but we were headed for a big curve and I had obviously missed the warning signs to slow down dramatically …

To be continued

 

 

 

Sometimes I think of a Favorite Movie

We all have favorite movies. Sure, I do too.

I’m a fan of a great Western. Which means I adore the Sergio Leone spaghetti Westerns  starring my boy Clint. My fave of the trilogy (A Fistful of Dollars, For A few Dollars More, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly) is The G, The B and The U. Plot, characters, suspense, action scenes, those wide panoramas mixed with the tension-filled closeups make for superb entertainment.

But there’s an additional, special reason why I have a unique fondness for The G, The B and The U.  You see it goes back to my time with Rachel.

One winter’s evening we decided to stay “in” at her apartment mid-town. A good movie on TV with decadent snacks seemed like the perfect way to spend a Saturday night. Not having a TV in her bedroom, Rachel suggested we lie on her pull out couch and get cozy for the flick. Done, I say!

After opening up the couch, we quickly got naked and under the covers as the movie began. Not long into it, Rachel, lying in my arms, looked up at me with her sleepy brown eyes.

“You just watch the movie. Don’t pay attention to what I’m doing. I’m just gonna play and have some fun,” she declared.

“Umm, ok” I answered.

Without a further word she wiggled down and slipped my still soft cock into her mouth. She stroked. She licked. She looked up at me smiling. I was having trouble concentrating on Eli Wallach at the end of a rope. Rachel smiled some more as she could feel the results between her lips from her ministrations. I rapidly got hard.

“Mmmm I just love feeling you get hard in my mouth,” she cooed.

“Uh-huh” I gasped.

Not long after I exploded in her mouth. Rachel had an uncanny way of knowing how to get me to cum from her blow jobs in a matter of minutes.

She’d do it 3 more times before the movie credits rolled.

Thinking about my favorite films reminds me of so many good things.

I think I’m going to have to tell you more about Rachel.

 

 

Rachel, Rachel, Where Are You?

I met Rachel many years ago at one of those college gatherings they have in the big city. It was just before Easter that year if I remember correctly and at the end of the night phone numbers were exchanged. She was a short cutie. Short in stature and with short brown hair.  She had pert little breasts that just wouldn’t lie down. And those eyes. They giggled all the time.

Two weeks later I called her up and asked her out to a party for Saturday night. Nope she said, I’ve already got a date. Some other time, maybe. Long story short, as my party was ending (I went stag) I called her up. It was very late and she was already in bed. Alone I might add. Rachel then asked “Why don’t you come over for a nightcap or even a coffee if you want?” I quickly affirmed my intention to visit and not too long later  she was greeting me at her high rise apartment door. Rachel was wearing a bathrobe under which I highly suspected she had nothing else on.

We had coffee which didn’t do much to sober me up. And we talked. Quite a bit as I recall. Eventually it came time for me to make my move, and verify exactly what was under that bathrobe. We had been doing some easy necking on her bed, so it wasn’t going to be a big deal to find out the answer. Or so I thought.

“Uh-uh Mister. You don’t get to play with the toys even before the first date!”

Gee, what was I thinking there? Rachel was not as easy going as I thought. My charming self had its limits, obviously.

I was going to have to back off and be patient. Two things I was not used to doing. Ultimately Rachel was going to be a learning experience. A well worth it learning experience. And I might have taught her a thing or two along the way.