Dad's books were more than just porn, they were actually erotic art. Some had some rather detailed scientific descriptions and explanations. There were a few actual science books on the subject in his collection. It was the 'porn' part that originally caught a kid's eye, but I'm an avid reader, so I read it all, and learned. Since I started dating Carol, I'd been devouring them. He kept his books openly in the big book case. He'd raised an eyebrow the first time he saw me reading one, but never said anything.
"Have you cooled off enough to try something new? Remember, my arms are around you, hands clasped over your navel, holding you in a loving, warm, safe, embrace. Your hips are probably pumping very gently, and your whole body feels like it's glowing."
"Mmmmm. So nice! I feel so go-o-od!"
"Now, for our next round, you might want to move so you can sit down on the toilet, or the chair, if your knees get too weak. The chair would be much nicer than the toilet, but we use what we have, too. This time, you may feel like making some noise. I want you to feel free to make as much noise as you need to. Forget about neighbours, family. The only ones who count, are you and me, and I'm there for your pleasure. Nothing else. Ready?"
"Oh yeah, David! You got me so hot already, I'm dripping on the floor!"
My imagination soared. Just how wet does this wonderful nymph get?
"I'm standing behind you, holding you gently. My hands part from their grasp over your tummy. They separate, and rise, with fleeting touches and tickles, up your flanks. Your shirt rises and falls with my hands, as they stroke up and down your sides. Each upstroke lifts your shirt higher. My caresses tease and tickle."
"OOO. Ni-i-i-c-c-e. <giggle>"
"My hands continue to work up and down along your ribs. Your shirt rises and rises. It rises past your nipples. It catches on the downward fall, snagged on your very erect nipples, and stays above your nips. My hands continue to caress, up your sides then circle in. They gently clasp and massage your breasts. I flick you nipples with both index fingers. The shock travels straight to your clit. Your flow starts again. My hands come up under your shirt, and lift it over your head. You help me take it off."
"Mmmm. So nice! It's off!"
"My hands are back on your hips. I pull you gently into me. Your breasts are open to my view over your shoulder. Oh Heavenly Day! They're absolutely perfect! Somewhat conical, but with a weight meant for suckling babies. Your nipples are pink, and very erect. My hands wander up and caress them. My mouth waters, I want to suck on them, but I'm only allowed to use my hands. You moan softly and lean back into me. It's pure love, and it feels almost dreamlike."
"MMMM. I'm licking my lips. I want you to suck them! Don't stop! Oh! That feels so good!"
(I think she's improvising. Good.)
"My hands wander slowly down from your breasts, back toward your tummy. They dip down past your navel, caressing the front of your hips, lightly teasing along the edge of your lovely brown curls, then back up toward your navel. My hands seem to wander all over your body, caressing, teasing, tickling... pinching. There's so much sensation, your head starts to spin a little, but it's not uncomfortable. The feelings are indescribably delicious. Sometimes fleeting, like a small bird flickering from sunlight to shadow."
(I got that one out one of Dad's books for sure!)
"Oooooooo. Ahhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"My hands continue their sensuous exploration of your body, descending toward your pubis. Fingertips touching fingertips, they explore your curls and mound. A single finger gently discovers the top of your slit at the bottom of your soft curls. It probes gently, then retreats. Your hips thrust forward, looking to recapture that elusive finger. My hands move down together again, tracing along the outside edges of your curls, down to the tops of your thighs. My fingers wrap toward your inner thighs, just below your vulva. They grip and pull. Instinctively your thighs open, allowing my hands access to your innermost sanctuary. Your inner thighs are sopping with your juices. Your hips are gently thrusting. You're getting hotter and wetter."
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o. M-m-m—m-m—mmm. More!"
"My left hand traces back up toward your breasts. It cups and squeezes one, then the other. I tease the nipple on one breast then move to the other, cupping it, pinching and teasing the nipple. Small electric jolts keep surging to your clit. Meanwhile, my right hand stokes up from your thigh, moves over onto you curly mound. It rubs in a circular motion, palm down, pressing your mons. Your hips start to gyrate and pump a little more insistently."
"MMM-mm—mm--mmmm. A-a-a-a-a-hhh! Oh don't stop. Pleeeeesse!"
"My right hand continues its exploration of your most private and sensitive parts as my left hand massages and teases your breasts, your nipples. My right hand moves lower, searching. A finger finds the top of your slit. It probes, this time it stays. Your hips thrust forward, trying to trap it. I work it in and out of your slit. Your breathing is getting, heavier, faster."
" <gasp> <pant> <pant> Ooooooo"
"My right hand moves lower. My fingers explore the folds of your labia. You part your thighs even farther. You want me to have better access. I find the bottom of your labia. You are so wet. They've already opened, parted by themselves. I run my finger up through your parted labia. You are super lubricated. Your whole body shudders and jerks in a mini orgasm. I keep my fingers in your labia, moving, sliding... teasing."
" OH!OH!OH! A-A-A—A-A-A-A-A-HH! MMMMMMMMMMM <PANT><GASP> Pleeeeeeeeeeeeese!!"
"Your hips are rocking really well now. My left hand continues to tease your nipples. My right hand moves toward the top of your labial slit. It finds a little nubbin! Hard! Super sensitive to the touch. It's your clitty! I touch it with one finger. Your hips jerk. I flick it with my finger! Your hips jerk forward hard enough you almost lose your balance. You recover, but you're starting to see stars every time I touch that super sensitive little bud!"
"OH! OH! OH! O-O-O-O-OOO-OO-OOO—OOOOOO-OO. YOU'RE KILLING ME-E-E-E!!"
(Her voice is getting louder, but she's so into it now, she doesn't care.)
"Oh to suffer such a death! My right hand continues its exploration. It leaves your clit for the moment, and again explores your labial folds, teasing searching. Your thighs part to their maximum width while still standing!"
"OH GOD! OH GOD!"
"Yes, Praise the Lord. He created you for this pleasure! My left hand continues to play with your breasts. It occasionally strays lower, and tickles your navel. Then back up to your breasts, caressing ever so softly along the way... my right hand is still wandering in your sopping furrow. A finger finds an opening. Gently, ever so gently, it probes into that tight little hole where no man has ever been before. Your whole body shakes and writhes... I bring my hand back toward the top of your slit to your clitty. I flick it with a finger. Sparks fly in your mind. Your knees buckle, and you collapse onto your chair, as another mini orgasm ripples through your body."
" OH GOD! OH GA-A-W-W-D-DD! D-A-A-V-V-I-I-D-D!"
"You're sitting in your chair, leaning back against me. My arms are still around you. Left hand still pinching, tickling, teasing your breasts, nipples. The pleasure is so intense, you hardly know your own name. Let me remind you... Oh, Caro-o-l A-A-nnn-e... Waves of love mix with waves of pleasure. You're almost delirious. It's almost too much, but I work you higher still. My right hand resumes its gentle probing. A single finger slips into your virgin hole. The shock is ecstatic! I work it around, and in and out, probing a little deeper on each inward thrust. Your thighs spread even more. Your feet lift off the floor. My finger meets a barrier. It retreats, leaving your hymen intact. This is not the time for pain, even the fleeting pain of a broken maidenhead."
A caution to her...
"OH GOD! OH! OH! MMMMMMM! <PANT> <PANT> <GASP>. DON'T STOP! IT'S BUILDING! ITS BUILDING!"
"My hand moves to the top of your delicious little pussy. I rest the palm on the edge of your mons, fingers trailing down into your sopping furrow. My middle finger reaches to your tight little virgin tunnel. I insert it to the first knuckle. I work it around. Your tunnel loosens... I'm able to insert my index finger, too. Oh! You're so unbelievably, deliciously tight, hot, and wet! Your hips are bucking wildly, round and round, up and down. My left hand continues its sensory assault on your beautiful, firm breasts."
" AHHHH! AHHHH! AIEEEEEEEE! OH GOD!OH GOD OGODOGODOGOD. SO G-OOOOOD!"
"My fingers are working in your love tunnel, stimulating nerve endings you never knew you had. My palm presses rhythmically on your mound. The base of my fingers rub against your clit as they work, round and round, in and out, up and down, and back and forth. And round and round. You feel it building to crescendo. Up, and up and Up and UP SOME MORE! Your hips are writhing, bucking! Your breathing is becoming laboured. My left hand grasps a nipple! Pinches, twists! Sparks start exploding around your clit! My fingers in your cunt move faster and faster and faster. The pleasure just keeps building and building and building! My fingers keep working harder, faster. You're almost there! My thumb stabs down on your clit, presses hard, works it around, then FLICK! The sensations overwhelm you. Your whole mind and body explodes in wave after wave after wave of explosive orgasmic bliss, and you scream your delight to the world. CUM FOR ME BABY!!!! CUM CUM CUM!!!! FAST AND HARD!!!! CU-U-U-U-MMMMM!"
(I was yelling now.)
(Her scream starts low, almost growly, building to a sudden release of pent up passion.)
"AAAAAAAA-IIIIIIIIII=EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OH DAVID OH DAVID OOOOO--HHHHHHDAAAA-VVVV-IIII-DDDDD!!! DAVID! DAVID! I'M CU-U-U-U-UMMMMMM-INNNN-GGGGG!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDD!!!
I had to hold the phone away. I had wondered what it would sound like when she called my name on orgasm. I fell even more deeply in love to hear her scream my name.
She wound down, moans, little cooing sounds, her breathing ragged.
"Oh! Ooooooo-hhh oooooo..."
Softly now, the voice just gently caressing, soothing.
"You're barely aware. Your hips are still churning, but gradually slowing down. Smaller orgasmic waves break over you. Your hips jerk with each one. My arms wrap around you, rocking you, gently bringing you back to earth from the stars. Your hips still buck and spasm a little, as aftershocks trigger several mini orgasms. Your breathing slowly returns to normal. You're safe in my arms, again. You're exhausted, but feel exhilarated. Your skin positively glows. Your eyes dance with love. Slowly, ever so slowly, your hips settle down, with just a little gentle pumping motion. One thing left for me to do. My right hand returns to your pussy. It brushes your over-excited clit. You flinch, almost in pain. My fingers dip into your sopping folds. You're so loose in the folds, I can work almost my whole hand around down there. I soak my whole hand and all my fingers in you juices. A finger gently probes your still-virgin hole. It is almost as sensitive as your clit. You push my hand away."
"Too much! Just let me rest in your arms... It feels so good when you hold me..."
"I ensure my hand is soaked with your juice. I bring it away from that beautiful, wonderful pussy, careful not to disturb your clit. I MUST taste you! I bring my hand up to my lips and nose. I inhale deeply your womanly aroma. Oh did the nectar of the Gods ever smell so sweet!"... At times, lines from Dad's books flashed into my head... "Gently, almost reverently, I suck your essence off my fingers. I lick it off the palm and back of my hand. I suck my fingers and lick my hand totally clean of your juice. It's an erotic experience in itself. God! You taste GOo-oOD!!"
"Oh, David, That was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me. I love you so much, I can hardly wait to see you again. If you can talk me into this kind of bliss, I can't even begin to imagine what you'd do to me for real! And you're right: I DO smell and taste good! Oh, thank you so much!"
I was incredulous!
"You did it? You tasted yourself? Wow! That's hot! I'm so proud of you! That's the thing I thought you might refuse because of the strangeness. Now I'm jealous! I MUST get a real taste of you! Can you stand?"
"Yes, I'm a little weak, but I can stand."
"Can you walk a few steps?"
"Yes."
"How do you look?"
I was just being a lecher — in for a penny, in for a pound. Also useful information if we ever did get truly intimate.
"I'm a mess!! I've got my girl cum all over me. There's a wet spot on the floor, too. And I think I ruined the cover on Daddy's chair. It's soaked."
I think my girl — My Girl! — might be a squirter. She certainly gets extremely wet, from her own description. Reading Dad's erotica was paying dividends.
"The mess on the floor can wait, until you're more rested. Now, I want you to climb in that tub, and soak. It should be just about right by now. How is it?"
"Oh, it's perfect! OOOO! I feel so good. David I love you so much!"
"Ok, I want you to relax in the tub and soak until the water starts to get too cold. If you want to play some more, feel free. A warm bath is the perfect spot for warm and fuzzy fantasies. The whole point of what we're doing is to get you relaxed and relieved. I wish I could be there to help you with your bath. That's one of my own fantasies -- helping my woman take a bath. The sweet spot is when she steps out, wet and clean and happy, into my arms, and I wrap her in a huge, soft, fluffy towel."
"That sounds so-o-o romantic."
Her voice was a little dreamy.
"I'm going to hang up now. You call me back when you're done your bath, and I'll tell you how to do me, OK?"
"OK, David. Byyee."
"Have a good soak, Carol Anne. I love you. Bye."
I heard the click of her phone hanging up. Before I hung mine up, I heard two more soft clicks. Somebody, two somebodies, had been listening in! I hope they got an ear full.
I hung up. A noise in the hall startled me. I looked out. There was my 14 year-old sister flopped on the floor, her nightie around her waist. Her cute teen pussy showed obvious signs of a recent massive orgasm. She was glassy eyed. The smell, and the sight, caused my cock to lurch, but this was my sister, after all, and it looked like she might need some help. When she saw me, she weakly pulled her nightie down enough to cover her pussy. She was very embarrassed, but too shook up to cry.
"What happened to you?"
She smiled weakly, even more embarrassed. "As if you didn't know! Look at me. I came down to get a drink. The phone must have woke me up. I got here, just as you and Carol started on her first orgasm. I didn't want to interrupt you guys. It sounded so sweet! I know I should have left, but what you were doing to her turned me on, and I got involved. I couldn't leave then if I wanted to. You were so caught up in what you were doing, you never heard or saw me. That was so HOT! I couldn't resist! I went through the same two orgasms as Carol! At almost the same time! It's a wonder she didn't hurt your ear over the phone. I heard her out here. I screamed too. Didn't you hear me? I was too weak afterward to move. I'm still weak. Don't be mad at me Dave. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I kinda got bushwhacked."
"Don't worry your head. At least you stumbled on it. I heard two other phones being hung up. Two other parties were listening in by choice! You had a stupendous orgasm or two. No harm done, unless you damaged yourself physically. Can you get up now? Here, I'll help you up the stairs to the bathroom. I prescribe the same for you as I did for Carol: a nice long, hot bath."
I helped her up the stairs. As we passed our parents' room, we could hear the obvious sounds of passionate lovemaking. I heard Mom say between grunts and oohs and ahs.
"God what he did for that girl was so beautiful! Oh, c'mon Don fuck me now! I'm so hot after that!"
Then Dad, grunting. In between his grunts. "And he's... been reading my... books... it seems... It also seems... he got... more... out of them... than I... did. Hang on, Lori, I'm coming!"
Val and I just looked at each other and grinned. We were no strangers to the sounds of their lovemaking. It was no big deal, but now we knew who one of the phone eavesdroppers had been! I helped Val into the bathroom. She said she could take it from there.
I figured Carol would be quite awhile in her bath. I doubted if she'd be able to call back. Her screams when she came the last time, probably scared poor Dolly half to death! She'd probably have some explaining to do. I hoped she had the courage and strength to tell the truth.