Chapter 4 Father's dick, Son's dick (III)

At first, it was painful, but then after a few thrusts in the reverse way, me being on top and bouncing up and down on his dick, I felt comfortable and relaxed to try something else.

I felt I was ready for the main action. I stood up, massaged his dick, and with my eyes, I was fastidious about getting rimmed. John was making me see the other sides of myself that I never knew existed, or maybe had actually tried to tame it, but I had honestly wished to get my ass orally stimulated.

The difference between John and his father was he just knew what to do, when to do it, how to do it, where to do it, and how to do it. Safe to say he was sexually more exposed than his father was.

"Do you want me to give your ass a treat?" He must have gone through my mind, knowing what had filled my thoughts. I smiled.

He stood up, pulled me closer to himself until our skins were nearly compressed into each other's bodies. I could feel his heart racing inside of him just the same way he could count how many pulsations my heart was producing, as I was sure it rated more than 100 beats per minute. We kept on staring erotically into each other's eyes, searching for what neither of us could tell.

We had gazed deeply into the other person's eyes, and his intentions were extra clear as he slowly moved his gaze to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

"I am pleasantly overwhelmed at the sight of you, Jane," he muttered. Our eyes still fixed into each other's, but this time, our heads angled to the opposite direction. I tilted my head slightly to the left, while he in turn went to the right. He then slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth.

He started by placing it above my tongue and then below my tongue and then moving it around the tongue a bit, while I, in turn, was reciprocating his actions so as to make sure he wasn't kissing a limp tongue. I didn't want the building romance to dissipate pretty quickly. While our lips were whispering into each other's mouth, he started his hand movement on my body. At first, they were on my hips, and then slowly, he moved them around my back, up to my face and hair.

Then gently caressing my shoulder. Then he cradled my face with his hands on my cheeks and their neck. His touches were electrifying. Sending signals all over my body, temporarily making me forget that we've previously had a good time the whole night. Starting from the wonders his fingers had done to my pussy and him initiating me into having my first anal penetration, which had felt oddly so satisfactory, and I wanted and craved for more.

"I told you I was going to treat you better than my father," he paused from the kiss, whispering into my ears. Softly biting my earlobe in return. I circled my hands around his waist. Clenching to him so tightly and never wanting to let go.

The second difference between John and his father was that he was incredibly romantic and never in a rush. He was good at taking his time to make sure I was okay with whatever sexcapade was ongoing.

"It's time to give your ass a treat like I had promised," he whispered into my ear the second time, softly tapping on my ass. The mild pain I was feeling earlier had ceased.

"Are you always like this, or are you doing everything you can to prove yourself worthy of my love, trust, and body?" I know the question was stupid, but I honestly needed to ask because he was too good to be true, and I thought maybe he was doing all he could to prove that he was a much better man than his father, sexually. I couldn't honestly tell if John was acting on impulse or was genuinely doing everything and anything he was doing. I tried so hard to find out if he was pretending, but he wasn't.

"You and I know that I have always wanted and needed you, Jane, so this opportunity I have to be with you, I have to utilize it so you'd have to come back when it's time, because you have missed me." We both smiled.

He then pulled me and bent me over the couch. I sighed deeply. Trying not to imagine the sweetness of what he wanted to do, because the more I envisaged it, the more my drippings flowed with reckless abandon.

When I was in position to give him the perfect view he wanted, he thrilled my back with his fingers, maintaining a consistent motion of excitement building up from the fingers.

He was teasing me, coming to my neck at intervals to breathe into them, sending down a heavy sensation when he did. I couldn't help but patiently wait for what he had to do.

He was kissing me from my neck, down to my back and then when he got to my ass, he made so many kisses there, then, making sure my ass was visible to his lips, he bent me over, my upper body resting on the couch, while my ass was up to his face while he knelt down. He inserted his tongue, relaxed it, and started with long, slow licks. moving his tongue in a circular motion around my anus. The sensation was second to none. He paused. Maybe to catch a breath. Then he started long, slow licks with his tongue flat against my ass. Experimenting with his tongue and, at the same time, alternating between stiffening and relaxing it. He then tried different directions, going up and down my ass and side to side. I let out a soft moan. He then pointed his tongue and pushed it against my anus, using enough pressure to gently penetrate. I started shaking. Never would I have thought I could get easily aroused from ass licking.

While he was on it, I stretched out my hand to find his cock, hard, rock and pumping. I started stroking it from behind, and when I was sure I was ready, I helped bring out the lube, applied some quantities on it, and then I gently curved my spine inward in the cervical area, my neck, and the lumbar area, lower back. I wanted to give him the best back arch so he'd enjoy every bit of his penetration, and I did that by exaggerating my natural curvature by pushing my chest and stomach forward and my bottom out, thrusting it out for him. He gently slid in. I felt no pain this time. He was much more gentle than the first time I had ridden him.

When he was fully inside of me. I writhed in a pleasurable agony but kept composed. His hand grasped my waist, making it easier for his penetration as he started thrusting in, slowly and in a calculated rhythm. He was kind enough not to go all hard or forceful on me. His thrust came with different emotions. Making me realize how saccharine sex from the anus was. I was dripping from the front while feeling the sensation in my head.

I felt a hot liquid going through my intergluteal cleft, and I secretly wished it was his cum. "He can't cum just too fast." I cursed.

My thoughts were interrupted by a beep on my phone.

His father was calling.

The End