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Chapter 8 - Thirsty Work

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I called out as I let myself in through Simon’s kitchen door. It was Tuesday and yesterday’s heavy rain had gone, leaving an overcast sky and dampness everywhere. One of those autumn days where you can’t wait for winter proper to begin. But that wasn’t the reason I was late.

“Hello, Mandy.” He beamed as he stepped through from his lounge. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” He hugged me warmly and our kiss of welcome lasted longer than strictly necessary.

“A call came through from an overseas client just as I was about to leave,” I said, slightly out of breath. “It was an important issue, so I couldn’t put it off and it took forty minutes to sort out. Sorry I’ve kept you waiting, but I can stay until one o’clock, if that works for you?”

“It’s fine with me. I’m pleased you could come at all.” He stepped over to the sink to fill the kettle. “Coffee first… or later? I’m not sure what you have in mind for today’s lesson.” He turned, smiled and raised his eyebrows.

“Maybe later. I was thinking that now we’ve established your equipment is working well, and you’ve learned how to give a woman a great orgasm – three great orgasms, in fact! – it’s time to move on to something else.” I smiled back and winked.

“You’re a wonderful teacher, Mandy.”

“Thanks. So… perhaps you’ve guessed what the next lesson should be?”

“Umm… no. No, I haven’t. To be honest, there seems to be so many aspects to this that I’d never realised before, and I can’t guess what comes next.”

“Okay, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure! Fire away.”

“When did someone last suck your cock?”

“Suck my… oh, goodness! Nobody’s ever done that!”

“Hmm, I thought so. High time we put that right. And when did you last lick a woman’s pussy?”

“Crikey! Never done that either. Liz would have run screaming if I’d approached her nether regions with my tongue out. And before I got married, I didn’t know it was something people did.”

“Would you like to give it a try?” I asked with a grin, my fingers on my thighs, inching my skirt hem upwards.

“Definitely! I know what it tastes like from yesterday. And it would be handy to know how to do it properly.”

“It’s an essential skill these days, if you want to keep your lady happy,” I said, lifting my skirt higher to reveal I’d left my panties at home again. “So let’s get started.”

Simon began to kneel at my feet, but it was immediately apparent he wasn’t very agile. I realised then that asking a sixty-year-old man to crouch on the floor for the length of time I had in mind, was unreasonable.

“Ah, hang on. I think we might need to find somewhere more comfortable, Simon.” I held out my hand and helped him back to his feet. “Can we move to a different room?”

“Of course, but… do you mind if we don’t use the bedroom, Mandy? It’s still a bit soon.”

“Oh… yes… I can imagine that wouldn’t feel right.” I had a vision of their marital bed, with Liz’s ghost standing guard. “Lounge perhaps?”

“Yes. Follow me.” He turned and led me through the door that opened into their spacious lounge diner. Greg and I had joined them for meals there years ago, before Liz became too ill for entertaining, so I was familiar with the layout. There was an old-fashioned settee that looked promising.

“Can you find us a towel – a large one, please, Simon?” He looked puzzled, so I added, “Remember your trousers from yesterday?”

“Ah!” The penny dropped. “That’s a good idea. I’ll just pop and fetch one.”

He returned with a fluffy pink bath towel and I pointed towards the settee. “I think this will work best with you lying down,” I said. “Can you get yourself comfy on here?”

It took a minute to get him settled on his back, with his head on a cushion in the middle and his legs hanging over the settee arm. I then got him to raise his head while I spread the towel beneath it, kicked off my shoes, hitched up my skirt and straddled him, with my knees either side of his head. He looked slightly concerned as my pussy descended towards his face.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m not going to suffocate you. Not this time, anyway!”

He laughed. “It would be a wonderful way to die, I’m sure. You’ll have to tell me what to do, Mandy.”

“Okay,” I said, lowering myself close enough for him to reach me with his tongue. “Remember where my clitoris is? You can start licking there.”

Simon’s tongue flickered and lapped around the front of my vulva, which felt great but wasn’t quite on target. So I reached down, parted my lips, pulled back the hood and tapped with my index finger on my little love button. “Just here, Simon… yes, there… mmm… can you feel it with your tongue?”

He nodded and licked enthusiastically, which got me humming and moaning, and set my hips rocking against his tongue. But I didn’t want to cum yet. He had more work to do first.

“Mmm, that’s lovely, Simon,” I said, running my fingers through his hair and easing his mouth away from my clitoris with a sigh. “And you’ll be coming back there in a few minutes. But now I’d like you focus a little further back. Use the tip of your tongue to feel your way to my vagina… ohhh, yes, that’s nice. You can push it in there as far as it will go… ahhh, yesss!”

I ceased instruction for a few moments, closed my eyes and tipped my head back as he delved deeply with his warm wet tongue. The delicious sensations were increasing the flow of juice from my pussy and I could hear him lapping, sucking and gulping to keep up. I lifted up briefly to check he was okay.

“Hope you’re not drowning down there?”

“Oh no, this is wonderful. Nectar of the gods, Mandy!”

I could see his face was wet and shiny but smiling.

“Good. Now, if you’re not grossed out by the thought of it, would you like to try licking my bum too? I promise you it is clean, inside and out.”

“Yes, I’d like to try that, please.”

“Okay,” I said, shifting slightly and tilting my hips to bring my anus closer to his mouth. “You can lick and wiggle your tongue in there too. Mmm… yeah… just like that.”

He seemed keen to get his tongue inside, so I relaxed enough to let him slip it in and out a few times and revelled in the naughty, slippery feelings he created.

“Mmm, that’s perfect, Simon,” I said, easing myself up for a moment. “Those are the main areas for attention, plus you can suck my labia, lick my thighs, rub your nose up and down, that all feels nice too. So I will move the bits I want you to work on over your tongue and you keep licking and sucking until I cum, okay?"

He licked his lips and grinned up at me happily. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I lowered myself back down, thinking this wouldn’t take long. And I was right. After letting him have another lick at the back, I shifted forward and Simon’s tongue snaked eagerly up into my vagina, making me tingle all over. I revelled in it stabbing and wriggling inside my hot little hole for a while then moved again, pressing my clitoris into his mouth.

Simon seemed to understand what was required and clamped his lips around the front of my pussy, lapping rapidly at my love button. A fresh burst of stars exploded behind my eyelids and warmth spread out from my hips as I started climbing the stairway to heaven once again.

“Oohhh, yesss!” I crooned. “That’s it… right there… suck on it baby, suck hard now.”

I rubbed my pussy back and forth over his mouth as he sucked, holding his head and fucking his face while I tripped over the edge.

“Ahhh… God… YESSS!” My body took over and I humped him while my legs trembled.

It wasn’t the most massive orgasm I’d ever had from oral sex, but for a first timer, Simon had done very well. He’d licked and sucked like a trooper, and had swallowed a gallon of juice from my gushing pussy. Well, maybe not a gallon, but I suspect it had felt like it at times. My friends call me Niagara for a reason.

“Oh, that was lovely, Simon,” I said, as I sat back on his chest to catch my breath. Now that I’d moved I could see that not all of it had gone in his mouth. In fact his face, neck and shirt collar were dripping with cum, and the towel I put down beneath him was visibly soggy too.

“I hope you wanted to bathe in pussy juice?” I grinned.

He smiled back. “It has been a most magical experience, Mandy. I had no idea women could smell so good… or produce such a lot of tasty juice.”

“Well, I might be a little unusual in that respect. My girlfriends call me Niagara. It looks like I’ve soaked your shirt like I did your trousers yesterday. Sorry if I’m adding to your laundry pile.”

“Can I share a naughty secret, Mandy?”

“Of course.”

“I decided not to wash my trousers yet. They smell so delectable, I went to sleep last night with them on my pillow. Is that too disgusting?”

“Ha! Not at all. One of my girlfriends swaps used panties with me whenever she comes to visit, so we can smell each other’s pussies for days to come. I’m sure it’s full of pheromones, but you’ll probably find cats following you around if you decide to keep wearing this shirt.”

He laughed, his chest quaking under my bum, and I realised I was still leaking. “Oh, god. I’m still dripping all over you, Simon. I’ll let you go and mop yourself up while I put the kettle on. I should think you could do with a coffee after that?”

“Thank you. I shall wear your sweet nectar as a badge of achievement, my love,” he said. “But I will pop to the bathroom for a minute to make sure I’m fresh and fragrant if you still intend to become intimate with my… umm… my nether regions?”

“Oh, absolutely! Right after coffee I’ll be returning the favour, I promise.”

I was pouring out the hot black liquid from the cafetière when Simon returned to the kitchen, announcing his return by clearing his throat. I turned to look and giggled when I saw he was now wearing nothing but his well-anointed shirt and a pair of socks. His shirt tails covered his crotch, but his slender, hairy legs and knobbly knees struck me as rather funny.

“Yes, I know I must look ridiculous,” he said, “but I couldn’t see the point of putting my trousers back on if you plan to take them off in the next few minutes. I can now see the attraction of wearing a skirt with nothing underneath. Very convenient, I must say.”

“Oh, please forgive me laughing. It’s very sensible… just unexpected.”

“I can go back and put them on, if you’d rather?” He looked suddenly bashful.

“No! No, please don’t do that. I’m rather hoping you might step over here and let me have a feel under your shirt.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

He needed no more encouragement. I parked my bum against the kitchen worktop and handed him a coffee cup as he closed the distance between us.

“Now,” I gave him a seductive smile, “I suggest you hold your coffee in your left hand.”

He looked puzzled, but did as he was told. I did the same.

“And so…” I winked as I took a sip from my cup, “we can drink our coffee while putting our more dextrous fingers to a better use.” I grabbed his hand and slipped it under my skirt, “Like this!” I pulled his wrist until his fingers were in exactly the right place. “Mmm, that’s nice.”

He grinned as he finally understood my cunning plan. Then gasped, as I reached under his shirt and grabbed his stiffening cock.

“There now,” I said as I wanked his penis, opened my thighs wider and lifted my cup to my lips, “this makes for a more interesting coffee break, don’t you think?”

He nodded as he took a sip from his own coffee… and slid his middle finger deep into my vagina.

Our eyes smiled over the rims of our cups as we masturbated each other in a leisurely fashion while we drank our coffees. It was the perfect plan, except for one thing. I was still buzzing from the luscious licking I’d received a few minutes earlier, and before I could finish my drink, Simon’s fingers were bringing me to another orgasm.

I put my cup down on the worktop before I dropped it, opened my legs wider and gasped, “Another finger, Simon, quick!”

He stuffed another one up me and, remembering to caress my clit with his thumb at the same time, finger-fucked me to paradise.

I was so focussed on my own orgasm, my stroking of his now rock-hard cock had become erratic and as I came I must have squeezed him with a death grip. His eyes were bulging when I came down from my high.

“Umm…you’re holding me rather tightly, Mandy!” he gasped before I relaxed my fist and he sighed with relief.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Got carried away. Hope I’ve not hurt you?” I stroked his erection tenderly.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m really pleased I managed to make you cum again.”

“So am I! And now it’s my turn to make you feel good. Are you ready for your first blow job, Simon?” I turned us around so that he was leaning against the kitchen worktop and I squatted down between his feet, still with his stiff cock in my hand.

“I’ve been looking forward to it,” he said, “and trying to imagine what it might feel like.”

“I think it’s time we found out…” I slipped my red lips over his cockhead, rubbed my tongue underneath the glans for a few seconds and then sucked him deep.

“OOHH!” he gasped.

After sliding my mouth up and down his length for a minute, I slipped him back out and continued stroking. “Feels good, right?”

“Utterly amazing!” He sounded delighted.

“Good. Just relax and enjoy it.” I licked from his balls to the tip and swirled my tongue around the head, then sucked him back in and set about fucking him with my mouth.

I cupped his balls in one hand and stroked the base of his penis with the other, alternating between sucking the top half of it vigorously in and out, then pulling him all the way to the back of my throat. From his gasps and moans it seemed I was achieving the desired effect.

Within a few minutes I could sense his legs stiffening and his cock swelling even further.

He groaned and said, “I… I think I’m about to cum, Mandy!”

“Good. Cum in my mouth.” I sucked him back in and bobbed my head up and down.

“Are you sure!?” he gasped.

“Mmm-hmm.” I nodded, stroking and sucking and gently squeezing his balls.

“Oh, ooh, oooh, AAHHH!” he groaned, and then his hot semen was spurting over my tongue and into the back of my throat. I gulped it down greedily and continued milking him of all he’d got.

After another minute or so I sensed he had given his all and was getting over-sensitive. I eased my mouth off him, kissed and sucked the swollen tip a couple of times and said, “So, how was that? Did you like it?”

“Oh, it was wonderful, Mandy. It felt like you were sucking my soul out of me!”

I stood up, slipped my fingers behind his neck and pulled him in for a long, slow snog. I hoped he enjoyed the taste of himself as much as I did, but I was also ready to wash his semen down with another cup of coffee. This morning had been thirsty work.

We were soon sitting at the table, sipping coffee and crunching on biscuits he’d found from his cupboard, as I’d forgotten to bring any in my hurry this morning. I decided it was time to raise a point with him.

“Did you notice I shave my pussy to keep it smooth, and just leave a small tuft at the front, Simon?”

“Yes, I did. All rather lovely, I must say!”

“Well, I wondered if you’d like to do the same?”

“What… you mean, shave myself down there?”

“Yes. I would have licked and sucked your balls if they’d been less hairy. It’s not a criticism, because most men don’t realise they would make oral sex better for their partners if they were shaved nice and smooth.”

“It’s not something I’ve ever thought of doing, but why not?”

“I was going to suggest our next session could include shaving each other. Maybe take a shower together… what do you think?”

“That sounds lovely! But I was about to tell you about something that has come up unexpectedly. It means I won’t be here tomorrow.”

“Okay, no problem. If you are around Thursday, we can do it then?”

“Perfect!”

“So, are you going somewhere nice tomorrow?”

“Well, I hope you won’t be offended, Mandy… but I’m seeing another woman.”

Next time: What is Simon up to? And Mandy's friend Sonya needs some advice and relief.