I could tell that Decker was about to shoot his load. His hips began to undulate, his abs contracted, and his cock drastically swelled. His semen shot to the back of my throat and went down like the proverbial raw oyster. After his first shot, I pulled my mouth off of his cock and watch his cum drip down my hand that was around his shaft. I licked at it as it ran down, like wax on a candle. Now that I knew how delicious Decker’s cum was, I wasn’t going to miss a drop. He shot another string, and another one after that. I caught both of those just as they came out of his penis. Finally the flow of his cum stopped. I squeezed his shaft to force the last of it to the surface and licked it when it showed up. I finished by slurping the runaway cum off of my fingers and wrist. Not a drop of cum hit Decker’s body.
I settled back on my haunches and proceeded to finish myself off with masturbation. I was surprised how quickly my orgasm happened. It must have been the extra stimulation of giving Decker a blow job that over-sensitized my clitoris. I didn’t have a monumental climax but it certainly wasn’t one that I could have missed happening.
I laid back down next to Decker who, by this time was awake basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. He rolled over onto his side, placed his lips against mine and gave me a passionately deep, tongue filled kiss.
“Be careful, my love,” I warned him, “some of your cum is in my mouth, do you know that?”
“Oh, I know that, Lin but it doesn’t make any difference to me. Your kisses are sweet no matter what.” he whispered, as he kissed me again and again.
I whispered, “You are a devilishly sexy man, my sweet. I could eat you up, my love!”
With a quiet chuckle, he said, “I thought that’s what you just did!”
“Only the first of many, my love, only the first of many more….I Love YOU, Decker, I DO!”
Decker squeezed my hand and whispered again, “I love you, Lin. You heard me right this time…I LOVE YOU!”
I barely made it to work that morning.
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But I did go to work that morning. I thought, “Yes, I was feeling giddy. Giving Dexter a blow job in the morning could turn into a regular thing…If I’m lucky!”
Then it dawned on me, It’s great that I’ve finally gotten a taste for blow jobs (pun intended) but that’s only half the game with Dexter. Having sex with my women perforce is virtually all oral sex…unless one throws the occasional strap-on or power tool. Those pesky penises add a whole other dimension to sex, especially for women like me who have depended on women for their sexual gratification. One might think that genital/genital male/female sex would seem to be an easy answer to expanding one’s sex life. Well, not necessarily so. There is always that lurking problem for a woman: Pregnancy!
I was lucky that Nawel didn’t get me pregnant; I was a fugitive from the law of averages there. It was a zero chance of my getting pregnant during my…what should I call it..my “lesbian” phase. But Decker is a different story; he is a young, virile, sperm infested male and I at a 39 am not beyond the age of fertility. Yes 39 year-olds who get pregnant are considered late in life events but it’s not uncommon, in fact, today it may be MORE common given women’s choices with respect to early careers and late motherhood.
Birth control, at my age? Unthinkable just a few short months ago. Now it seems that if I am going to give myself fully to Decker, I’m going to need to think about that…and so is he! Condoms are a good option, if Decker wants to wear one. I’m NOT going to take the pill or wear a patch or any of that nonsense; I don’t want to fuck up my hormones just to avoid getting knocked up. Surgery is out of the question; the only invasive thing I want is Decker’s cock in my vagina. I guess Decker and I could subsist on nothing but mutual oral sex…with an occasional hand job thrown in…but that circles back to a need for a FULLY sexualized relationship.
“Good Moooorning, Dar-Lin” Gar chanted as has become his wont, “you look light on your feet this morning, my dear!”
“So do you, Gar, but then that’s always the case with you, ” I said feeling catty, “your shoes must last forever!”
“Now, THAT’S not nice, Dar-Lin,” Gar announced with mock pain, “not nice at all. I mean…its TRUE…but still not nice…What’s the number for HR? My feelings are hurt!”
I joshed back, “Gar, You’re going to wear that poor HR lady out! I’ll buy you a pair of shoes if you don’t go…you know the mid-heel, red with purple trim, and the rhinestone accents. You won’t wear those out…and I wouldn’t wear them out in public.”
“Oh, no! Sexual harassment! Call the PC police! I’m wounded to the quick. Yoohoo, HR lady!” Gar was a natural comic.
“Here’s a scoop for you, Gar, Mr. Decker is back in town,” a total tease, I was, “and I’ve discovered his nefarious plan! He just wants to be a nice guy…a friend…and that’s o.k. with me.”
“Oooooh, Dar-Lin! That’s delicious news. How many blow jobs did it take to settle him down? If you need any help in that department, I’m available!”
“You’ve got a dirty mind, my friend Gar,” I gave him a fake snarl, “a lesbian? giving blow jobs? Is there something wrong with that picture? He’s just a nice guy. By the way, what’s the extension or HR? I think we both have a little business to give her…maybe!”
If only he knew, so far blow jobs were working with me and Decker. The next phase would take some planning.