Bab 2706: @2
Jennifer quickly chimed in, "Oh he does, mother! He works out a lot."
Nicholas did work out a bit, but he was no power lifter. "C'mon, Jennifer, cut that out. I don't work out that much," but it was evident to both women that he was appreciating all of the attention. Who wouldn't enjoy the admiration of two naked females?
"C'mon, Nicholas," Mrs. Taylor encouraged, "Flex your muscles for us. I want to see!"
Jennifer jumped up from the couch and clapped her hands. Nicholas watched her little titties wiggle (thank goodness for the shirt). "Oh, yes! Please do, that will be great." She came up to stand next to him, her sparkling eyes fluttering with adoration.
Nicholas had done this once for her before, and she did enjoy it. He felt kind of silly doing it. He knew his biceps were not large, but to a girl he guessed they could seem large. He was impressed at how much smaller Jennifer's muscles were. It was just one of those interesting sex differences. Girls at times seemed to enjoy the muscles on men as much as the boys enjoyed their breasts. The fact that they weren't that large at times didn't matter. She just liked to feel them, to feel the sense of masculine strength within her little hands.
Nicholas's face reddened, but he did it. He let go of the shirt with his right hand, brought it up, made a fist, bent his elbow, and clenched hard on his bicep.
Jennifer squealed with delight and clapped her hands. "Mother, see! Look how big he is!"
Mrs. Taylor got up as well and strolled over to get a closer look. "Oh my, he is a big boy." She wondered if he was big somewhere else as well, but she didn't say anything. She certainly didn't want to embarrass the young man. When she reached him she reached for his shirt. "Let's get the full effect though. We need to see both of those cannons."
Nicholas had a moment of panic. Mrs. Taylor had gripped the shirt that was hiding his erection and was beginning to pull it away. His options were not good. He couldn't say why he needed it there; that would be admitting to having an erection. Jennifer's mother would likely be very offended by that, as well as Jennifer feeling embarrassed, if not mortified. Not too many girlfriends want their boyfriends to show their mother a hard-on. However, letting her take the shirt might have the same effect, and perhaps even worse because they would then actually see it. But, he had no good reason for holding onto the shirt other than hiding himself.
Mrs. Taylor pulled on the shirt. "Here, let me take that shirt, Nicholas, you're going to get it all wrinkled holding it like that. Won't your mother be upset if you come home with your shirt all wrinkled?"
Nicholas felt his mother might be more upset if she could see what was going on, but he did have to admit that he hadn't thought of a good excuse for his shirt getting all wrinkled. He didn't know what to do. His decision was essentially to make no decision; that was the easiest decision to make. The good news though was that both of them were now standing right next to him. Perhaps they wouldn't be able to see his erection. It would have been right at Jennifer's eye level when she was sitting down. Now, both of them were looking at his biceps. He let Mrs. Taylor take his shirt.
As soon as it left his hand he briefly, furtively glanced down. He didn't linger in his look as he did not want to draw any of their eyes down there as well. With just that quick glance, he felt that it really wasn't too bad. His slacks stuck out a bit, but with his cock still lodged behind his zipper, it was being held down and there was at least no obvious round knob sticking out through the fabric. He decided to show off his muscles, take the shirt back, and get right back to the couch.
He displayed his biceps in the traditional pose. Jennifer placed her hands on the biceps of his left arm; her mother took the right. Nicholas's muscles certainly did not feel as big to Mrs. Taylor as did her husband's, but as a mother she knew how important this was to Nicholas. And, there was something about feeling the muscles of a young man. "Oh my, you're right Jennifer. Very impressive."
Mrs. Taylor let go and moved in front of him. "Let me see the full picture." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, providing them with support, as well as pushing them together and outward with her own arms. This did not go unnoticed by Nicholas. Nor did his erection go unnoticed by Mrs. Taylor. Neither of them though commented directly on what they were noticing, although both wanted to get closer looks.
"Yes, very good, Nicholas."
He held his pose for awhile, but his arms were getting tired. He brought them down, clasping his hands in front of his crotch. Jennifer leaned against him, grasping his arm in her two hands and pressing her breast against him. He could feel her soft, pliant flesh, as well as a stiff nipple. She seemed not to be noticing that she was thrusting her bare breast against his arm. She whispered to him, although not so softly that her mother couldn't hear, "You are very strong, Nicholas." Mrs. Taylor moved around behind him. "I bet that he also has firm buttocks."
Jennifer giggled. She was now getting the hang of this. "Do you think so mother?"
Nicholas looked anxiously behind himself at Mrs. Taylor. He reminded them of the understanding. "Just the shirt, you know. I agreed to just my shirt."
Mrs. Taylor, however, pushed the advantage. "Oh, I know, Nicholas, but it does seem such a shame to go so far and stop now. Don't you think?"
Mrs. Taylor continued. "It also doesn't seem so fair to me that you were able to see my daughter's bare bottom, so up close even, and you won't let us have even just one little peek at your own tush?"
She had a very valid point. He had gotten a very good look at her daughter's fanny, and even much more than that. Frankly, he had to admit that he felt rather fortunate that none of that had seemed to bother Jennifer's mother. And, besides, he was enjoying the feeling of two attractive, naked women ogling his body.
Jennifer snuggled up against him, this time with full and obvious awareness that she was letting one of her titties do much of her talking, openly rubbing a stiff nipple against his bare arm. She loudly whispered, "Please, Nicholas, just a little peek."
A little peak wouldn't hurt. They would be behind him. They wouldn't be able to see his penis. "Alright, but only just for a moment and only from behind."
Jennifer jumped back. "Oh goody!" Her little boobies wiggled as she got into position beside her mother.
Nicholas licked his lips as his mouth again felt dry. He took a deep breath and undid his belt buckle. He pulled the strap through the buckle and unbuttoned the waistband. He pulled down his zipper.
Jennifer grabbed her mother's arm in anticipation. She was looking forward to this a lot. Her mother smiled expectantly as well.
Nicholas took hold of the waistband of both his slacks and underwear. He shifted his hold, however, realizing that he had to pull out in front so that his erect cock could clear his briefs.
He couldn't believe he was doing this. It was fun. It was even exciting. He had to admit that. But it was also a bit scary. He felt he was taking a big chance.
He pulled his slacks and briefs down past his butt, bringing his white cheeks full into view. Jennifer bent over, giggling. There was something both silly and enticing about this: her boyfriend, Nicholas, pulling down his pants to show her and her mother his bare bottom.
Mrs. Taylor also wanted to laugh, but she was more successful in keeping still. She placed a hand against her mouth, and worked hard not to reveal the mirth in the sound of her voice. "Not quite enough yet, Nicholas, let's get them all the way down."
Nicholas did not want to get into an argument at this point. The sooner this was done, the better. His cock was sticking out well away from him. If either of them looked around in front, all would be lost.
He had to bend way over to get his shorts down. His slacks would just drop to the floor, but not his briefs. As he bent down, his testicles came into view: two round hairy balls, hanging within a wrinkly sack of skin. It looked even more comical to the two of them than his white butt. When Nicholas was fully bent over, Mrs. Taylor said, "Yes, hold it right there Nicholas, just for a minute."
Jennifer had a very difficult time keeping herself together. It was like when you saw the big testicles of a stallion, or a bull, or a large dog. How could you not notice them? But, you wouldn't want to be caught looking at them, and then having to explain why you were looking. They weren't large by any means but these were the balls of her beau, with her mother standing right there. She wasn't sure if they looked sexy or silly. Nicholas did look a little silly with those furry balls hanging out between his thighs. She would have liked to touch them, to see how they felt, but she figured she should wait until they were alone for something like that. In the meantime, she just glanced at her mother and gave her a mischievous, conspiratorial, although also somewhat self-conscious, smile. They did both share the fun of making him bend over like this in front of them, a personal moment mother and daughter could reminisce about later in life.
Mrs. Taylor, however, might have even found the display to be more enticing than her daughter. There was something about a young body that was so appealing, and the fact that he was being so compliant, so submissive, literally bending to her will, was also enjoyable. She very much would like to reach out and grasp Nicholas's balls, as well as his youthful, muscular butt cheeks; perhaps to even milk him dry. Why was youth wasted on the young? Of course, she also knew that any such contact would be inappropriate. Nudity was titillating, but with nudity there was a very clear line that you did not cross, and she was not about to do it, particularly with her daughter's boyfriend. She wouldn't do such a thing even if he was some young man at one of the nudist camps they visited in the summer, and she certainly wouldn't do it with Nicholas. However, she did allow herself to admire the view; voyeurism was acceptable and frankly unavoidable at a camp. You looked, but you did not touch. She even stepped out to the right to get a nice side view of his buttocks. She wanted to get a good sense of their firm contour.
But, she then saw it: Nicholas's very evident erect penis. It really wasn't a surprise to her. She had repeatedly noticed the bulge and his efforts to hide it. However, seeing it in person; so much out there in the open air, in all its naked glory; well, it was hard not to be a bit taken aback. She put a hand to her mouth and quietly exclaimed, "Oh my."
"Oh gosh!" Nicholas responded, noticing that Jennifer's mother had now in fact seen it. He quickly stood up straight and clasped his hands over his erection.
Jennifer looked around just as quickly, wondering what all the fuss was about. She did not make it around his body in time though to see his erect tool, but it was very clear what he was hiding. Like mother, like daughter, her hand also went to her mouth as she looked intently in wonder. Unlike her mother, however, she wasn't expecting this and her face flushed with embarrassment; although, she did smile as well. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about this. She had played with his erection many, many times before, but had always been apprehensive about him exposing it to her. Now, with her own nudity revealed in the safety of her home, she wanted to see his penis very much. However, she appreciated that this was a bit ticklish with her mother present.Nicholas was frozen in panic. His first instinct was to hide himself with his hands. His second was to pull his shorts and slacks back up, but he would need both hands to do that, and he was not about to let his stiff cock be exposed and literally stand out there in the open for Mrs. Taylor to see. He felt he couldn't move; he was frozen stiff, in more ways than one. And, he felt terrible. What must Jennifer's mother be thinking that he is standing in her living room with an erection waving at her naked daughter?
Mrs. Taylor helped to reassure them both. She placed a hand on Nicholas's shoulder and said, "Nicholas, I understand you being embarrassed about this, but believe me it is very normal. This happens to many young man when they first arrive at a nudist gathering; it is a very common problem for them, at least initially. You have a lot of testosterone flowing in there and such reactions are really normal for a young man like yourself."
This was very, very helpful to Nicholas. He was still quite strongly self-conscious about it, but to hear that Jennifer's mother wasn't flying off in a tirade of shock and rage, as he had expected, was reassuring. In fact, on the contrary, she seemed to be entirely accepting of it. "Are you sure, Mrs. Taylor? I mean, I feel awful about this. What must you be thinking of me?" He turned to Jennifer. "I am so sorry."
Jennifer was hardly listening to him, as her eyes were still fixed on his crotch. Mrs. Taylor replied, "Honestly, Nicholas. This is one area of life where women might have it better. We can keep our personal level of excitement much more hidden. My nipples are right now a bit stiff, but for all you know that's from a chill in the air. Now, here, you just take away those hands and don't give it another thought."
Jennifer finally dropped her hands from her mouth; her eyes widened in excited anticipation at the thought that Nicholas was actually going to reveal his erect cock for her to see, for both of them to see. She could feel her own nipples stiffening further, a clear dampness forming in between her legs.
Nicholas, though, was not about to do anything like that, at least not without being sure that it would not be offensive to Jennifer. "Jennifer, are you sure. I mean, you're not mad?"
Jennifer was anything but mad. She was downright thrilled. If she was going to get mad, it might be for him not letting her see it after she had already shown him a great deal. She wouldn't actually get mad at him though. She knew that it would take some courage to let both her and her mother see it, particularly with her seeing it for the first time. If she was a guy, she imagined that she would be very reluctant to let anyone see it. She was, of course, assuming that Nicholas felt every bit as uncertain about his appearance and attractiveness as she had felt about hers. She did her best to reassure him. She again affectionately placed her hand on his arm. "Nicky, no. I'm not mad at all." She smiled demurely at him. "Actually, I think it's kind of flattering that you got such a big boner looking at me."
Her mother was pleased that she referred only to herself. Jennifer was assuming that his erection was from looking at her rather than her mother. Whether it was true or not it was very good for her self-esteem. Her daughter was clearly growing.
Jennifer leaned again into his arm, her soft breast and perky nipple pressing against him. She said more softly, "Maybe I would have been mad if you didn't get excited." There was considerable truth to that. She would have been very disappointed if he had not found it exciting to see her naked body, particularly for the first time. It really was good news that he was having difficulty controlling his arousal. She said, using her sweetest, most coquettish voice, "I want to see your stiffy, Nicky. Won't you please show it to me?" She gave him a squeeze on the arm, "Pretty please?"
Nicholas could never refuse her when she talked like that. What guy could? He took a deep breath, released a very notable sigh, and removed his hands.
His cock stood out from him in all its erect glory. Mrs. Taylor smiled with satisfaction and pleasure. He wasn't particularly big. He wasn't particularly small either. It was a good erect penis for a young man. It just wasn't nearly as big as Stanley's, but then, not many guys were as big as him.
It did though have its own appeal. It was certainly a cock that Nicholas should feel good about. It was not especially thick but it was indeed very stiff and stout. The head was a deep purplish red; very flushed with excitement. It curved a bit to the left, although not so much to appear unusual. Perhaps most importantly, it stood up quite bold and proud, like a staff of glory thrusting out from his body. Nicholas was now blushing furiously. He had felt rather self-conscious showing off his muscles to Jennifer and Mrs. Taylor, but that clearly now paled in comparison to displaying his erect cock for their inspection. He did like his cock a lot though. He was proud of it. He would at times even masturbate in front of a mirror, admiring how strong, powerful, and manly it looked. But he had never imagined that he would be showing it off the first time like this. He felt such a strong urge to cover himself back up. Frankly, he didn't know what to do with his hands. He nervously clasped them behind himself. He could feel the wetness in his palms. He pushed his hips out a bit to try to make his dick seem bigger.
He had nothing to be embarrassed about, as Jennifer was delighted with it. To her, it did look very big, very powerful, like a sword, or better, a spear, sticking out from him. It even seemed bigger than she had imagined it would be when she was playing with it through his pants. She could feel herself getting increasingly wet between her legs. She now wished that her mother wasn't there so she could touch it, feel its hardness and stiffness. She gushed, "Oh Nicky, it's so big and stiff." She blushed when she said that. She wondered if she had just said something that was terribly silly.
Nicholas, however, felt a wave of relief and pleasure sweep over him. That was perhaps precisely what he wanted to hear.
Mrs. Taylor pitched in as well. "Well, my goodness, Nicholas, that is quite an erection, I must say, and I have seen quite a few at the camp. I imagine that many of the young men would be jealous when they saw that weapon." She patted him on the back. "Now, don't you feel better just getting that thing out in the open?"
Nicholas was now actually feeling a bit okay about this. This wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was kind of nice.
Jennifer bent way over to get a closer look. She wanted to see the red bulbous head up close. It looked so swollen, so fierce. She wondered what it would taste like.
Nicholas smiled as he watched Jennifer's sweet face move to just inches from his erect cock. However, he quickly realized what he was thinking and glanced anxiously at Mrs. Taylor. She, however, only smiled in return. She understood her daughter's natural curiosity.
Mr. Taylor then entered the room. "Hey, looks like I again missed quite a bit."
At the sound of his voice, Jennifer quickly stood up and Nicholas put his hands back over his cock.
Mr. Taylor said jokingly, "Seems, mother, that our young Mr. Manning here is packing a rocket ship." He laughed at his metaphor. Mrs. Taylor smiled as well. Jennifer moved back from Nicholas. She was worried that her father had seen her looking at his erection. However, she did giggle at his remark.
Nicholas, however, was again very anxious. He would not expect a father to be so laissez faire about a boyfriend showing his erection to his daughter. Mr. Taylor though felt the same way about this as his wife. "Don't you worry about it, Nicholas. It happens to the best of us, particularly early on. I've had to leave the room a few times myself, particularly when Jennifer was here."
"Daddy!" Jennifer turned to him, a shocked look on her face. She covered her breasts and cunnie. What was he saying?
Mr. Taylor understood her concern. He even chuckled about it, letting her know that it wasn't what she was thinking. "It wasn't because of you sweety. You are a pretty little thing. Don't you think so Nicholas? Well, I guess, we really don't have to ask him that question, do we. But, no, I wasn't referring to you like that. I don't think that way about my children. It's just that darn mother of yours. I think you probably can tell that she sometimes gets a little provocative. She's a bit of a scamp in that regard, and there are times when I just couldn't help myself. If it was just the two of us in the room, well, I might play a long."
Jennifer did not want to hear any further details. Why is it that parents sometimes like to embarrass their children by letting them know that they have sexual feelings for each other? The kids don't want to hear about that!
"But, if you or your sister was there when my flag got raised, well, I would have to leave before either of you saw it."
Jennifer was frankly glad to hear that, to say the least. All of that nudity was often embarrassing, and it was good that he had been trying not to embarrass her unduly.
Mr. Taylor laughed at a memory. "I remember though when we were at the Douglas's and your mother." He didn't finish the story. Perhaps the details should not be provided. "Well, let me just say that she would not let up until the general was saluting the whole company."
Mrs. Taylor wasn't about to let him blame her entirely. "Now, sweetie, as I recall, you didn't seem that upset. I think you kind of liked it, and, besides, your woody did put on quite a show." She was right. Mr. Taylor was a big man, down there, and many of the ladies were duly impressed. Stanley was embarrassed for having lost control and becoming the brunt of quite a few jokes and teasing for the rest of the evening, but he could tell that some of the women would not have minded a second, private show.
Mr. Taylor responded, "Well, in any case, don't you fret about that, Nicholas." Mr. Taylor imagined Nicholas being his own son. He knew that nudity and erections can be a difficult problem for a young man, particularly with his girlfriend present. He didn't have a son of his own, but if he did he would want to father, to mentor, the young man's way through this awkwardness, this insecurity, so that he could ultimately enjoy the pleasures and the benefits of a nudist life. "You can keep that staff covered if you want, Nicholas." Mrs. Taylor and Jennifer were not the least bit pleased with that suggestion. "But, if I were you, I would just let that hard-on wag in the breeze. It's not everyday that you can have two beautiful woman trying to get sneak peeks at it."
"Daddy," Jennifer protested, but he was right. Jennifer and Mrs. Taylor were both trying to get another look at it through his hands, and so it was now their turn to feel embarrassed at getting caught stealing glances.
Mr. Taylor strolled over to his wife. "C'mon, mother, let's get the dinner on the table and leave these two lovebirds alone. They can talk it over. I think it should be up to them." He took Melinda by the hand and led her into the kitchen. She did not hide her own interest though as she left the room. She glanced behind her, smiling as she looked directly at Nicholas's crotch as she was being pulled from the room.
Once they left, Jennifer again tried to reassure Nicholas. "Really, Nicholas, I don't mind if it's hard." She smiled sweetly at him. "I think it looks real sexy that way."
Nicholas removed his hands. He wasn't about to hide it when his girlfriend said that. "I don't know, Jennifer. I mean, I do feel kind of funny like this. I mean, it's alright for you to see it, but it seems a little weird in front of your parents."
Jennifer was happy that he had uncovered it. She was now openly admiring it, thinking about it. "They don't mind."
"I know, but you got to admit that you have some unusual parents there."
Jennifer laughed. "I can't disagree with that."
She couldn't resist. She gently reached out and lightly caressed the swollen red head with the tip of her index finger. Nicholas flinched, not expecting that, but he closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure at the soft feel of her touch.
Jennifer suggested, "It will go down after awhile. It can't stay up like that all evening." Actually, she didn't know. "Could it?"
"I sure hope not." He kept his eyes closed. This was the first time Jennifer was actually touching the bare skin of his cock, and it felt real, real good. There was a big part of him that did not want her to stop. "It'll probably go down during dinner."
Jennifer teased. "Not if I play with it under the table it won't."
Nicholas groaned thinking of that, both with pleasure and frustration. Frankly, if she did that, there would be a serious risk of a quite embarrassing accident. Getting jerked off beneath the dinner table was over the edge of acceptability, even to her parents.
Jennifer had a more practical suggestion. She said quietly, so that her parents couldn't possibly hear (she wouldn't be surprised if her mother was trying to listen in). "I could help bring it down now, if you want."
Nicholas opened his eyes with that remark. He could feel his heart begin to pound at the thought of what she might be suggesting. "What do you mean?" he asked, equally quietly.
Jennifer leaned in close to him while grasping and tugging the shaft of his cock in her hand. "I mean, I can do what I've done for you, you know, like other times."
Nicholas could feel some sweat on his brow along with a further swelling within the tight grip of her little hand. "Right here?! In your living room?" He was not about to turn down what he had been waiting weeks to experience, but "Your parents are right in the next room."
"Shhhhhhh," she admonished. His voice had gotten louder. "They won't come in here for awhile. You heard daddy. I know them. They're going to leave us alone." She slid her clenched fist up and down the shaft. It felt really nice in her hand. She had felt it many times through his slacks, but it was a lot better with her fist fully wrapped around the naked shaft, feeling the skin of his stiff, hard cock.
Nicholas could feel his legs getting weak. Jennifer was finally, for the first time, using her hand on his bare cock. Her fingers felt so good. Her fingers had always felt good, but it was so much more intimate, more personal, more erotic, to feel her actual hand grasping and stroking his bare cock, skin to skin. She even brought her other hand into play, using the tips of the fingers of her left hand to trace little circles around the swollen bulb of the head. She could tell that she can now do so much more with his cock out of his pants.
Jennifer gazed in affection and arousal at the sight of his hard pecker. It seemed so big when she held it this way. She could easily circle the entire thing within the palm of her hand, but it still poked well out past her fist, and its hardness felt so strong, so masculine, so powerful in her girlish clenched fist.
She also liked the softness she felt with the fingers of her left hand. The knob looked so powerful, even angry; this big red engorged bulb, but it was in fact very soft and smooth, and even vulnerable with the little pee slit cutting down the middle. She felt an urge to kiss it.
"Wait," Nicholas gasped. He was getting close. He knew it wouldn't take long. He had been in a state of arousal for so long already. But he realized a very significant problem. He whispered, "Jennie, I can't do it here. I'll, um, you know, I'll make a big mess." Mrs. Taylor's playfulness would not extend to leaving cum stains on her furniture and carpet.
They both looked around the room. There really wasn't anything they could use. Mrs. Taylor had taken the clean napkins with her when she took the hors d'oeuvres back to the kitchen. They still had the two napkins they had used themselves, but just these two looked to be too little to catch and hold everything.
Nicholas suggested, "My shirt, we can use my shirt." Mrs. Taylor had left it draped over the arm of the couch.
Jennifer rejected that idea. "No way! I'm not going to let you get that all messed up. How would you explain to your mother how it got all wet? And, don't you think my parents will notice it?"
"My underwear." This seemed to be a very reasonable suggestion. It was what they had been using by default on most of their dates. It would be a bit uncomfortable to put them on when they were all wet and slimy, but he wouldn't mind. The sacrifice would be well worth it.
Jennifer, however, vetoed this idea as well. "I am not going to have you go home in wet underwear again; not on this special night. And, besides, my mother and father will notice it when you get dressed." She had a better idea; one that she was already thinking about anyway.
She got down on her knees.
"Jennie, no, stop." Nicholas instantly could see what she had in mind. On the one hand, it was a great, intensely erotic idea. The few times she had placed her lips on his cock through his pants were moments of fantasizing about this precise experience. It was now going to come true. But, "what if they walk in here?" he whispered, hopefully not too loud. There simply was no way her father or even her mother would find it acceptable for their daughter to be giving him a blow job in their living room.
Jennifer, however, would no longer be denied. "This way you won't leave any mess. You just be quiet."
Nicholas's eyes widened with shock and delight as he saw Jennifer bring her young pretty face down onto his cock. He sighed with intense pleasure. He couldn't help himself as he felt her lips wrap around his cock and her tongue touch the head. The good news was that he knew he wouldn't last long. She would not have to do this for long. He placed his hands affectionately on her head, stroking her hair as she stroked his cock with her mouth.
The pleasure was intense. The inside of her mouth was so warm, so soft, so wet. Her tongue danced around his cock, licking and lapping at the head, as her tight lips massaged the stem, working their way up and down the shaft. He began to gently thrust his lips forward and backward, moving his cock in and out of her mouth as she raised and lowered her head along the shaft, sucking with her mouth and licking with her tongue, her parents just a few feet around the corner.
He quickly exploded his loads of cum. Waves of red heat swept across his body as the jism gushed from his cock. It was quite a bit. Definitely more than usual, and his young body usually spewed quite a bit, causing such a mess in his pants that it leaked all the way through. He closed his eyes and tenderly held onto her head as he spurted his sticky gobs of goo into her mouth.
She had herself been wondering what this would be like, particularly the times when she had used her lips on him through his pants and his cum had seeped all the way through. As she felt the moisture against her lips she had wondered what it would taste like. She thought that it did in fact smell kind of nice; a sort of fresh, fruity, smell.
She found now that it tasted fine. She was surprised at how salty it was, but it really wasn't bad. It was also so nice to be doing this for him and, it was as well more than just a little bit exciting. She was sucking off Nicky while her parents were just around the corner. As her mouth filled up with his wetness, she could feel her own wetness soaking out between her thighs.
However, the mass of his eruptions was more than she had expected. As soon as the first blast smacked against the back of her mouth she tried to swallow it down but it was rather thick and viscous. It didn't swallow easily, and wad after wad kept gushing in behind it. Rather than continuing to try to swallow, she concentrated instead on just keeping his cock head fully enclosed in her mouth so as to not allow any of the gism to drip out and onto her chin, breasts, or even worse, the carpet, which she knew had indeed been freshly cleaned just prior to Nicholas's arrival.Jennifer got a bit worried though as he continued to spurt gobs of cum into her mouth and her cheeks began to fill with his gummy liquid. She squeezed harder with her lips and held tighter with both hands onto his dick to be sure that nothing slipped out. It just kept cumming though, spurt after spurt of hot, thick, salty cum.
When he was finally done, she cautiously slid her mouth off his cock, being careful not to spill anything on the floor. She tried to clean his penis as best she could with her fingers. Nicholas, however, took over that job himself. He also recognized that it wouldn't be a good idea to have his penis all wet looking. The good news was that the plan did work; as he was already beginning to slacken.
He leaned down and whispered. "That was so good, Jennie." She smiled up at him; her mouth tightly closed as if it was full of something, which it was. He cupped the back of her head in his hand and leaned down further to try to give her a kiss on her lips. However, she waved him off, backed away and stood up, as she was still busy trying to swallow it all. If they did kiss, some might spill out. It was so thick, even gooey it seemed. She was trying to work up some saliva to help wash it down.
Good fortune, however, sometimes emerges at the strangest time and place: "Fresh lemonade anyone?" her mother asked, bringing in a tray from the kitchen with two full glasses. She felt that she had given them enough time alone and, besides, "I am so sorry for not serving this sooner. I should have included this with the hors d'oeuvres. How so very rude of me. We keep this house so warm, I always provide my guests with lemonade." Mrs. Taylor was very proud of her homemade lemonade, and always seemed to find some excuse to serve it.
This was one time that Jennifer was actually really happy to see it. She stepped forward, grabbed a glass, and took a big mouthful. That helped a lot. She washed hot, salty thick gobs of cum down with rapid gulps of cool, sweet lemonade, and she had to use much of the glass. After she swallowed it all down she loudly sighed, smacked her lips, and said, "Wow, that's really refreshing mother."
Mrs. Taylor's attention, however, was directed elsewhere. She was looking at Nicholas's penis, which was now almost entirely flaccid. She would have to admit that she was a bit disappointed. It wasn't nearly so much to look at now. Nevertheless, she was glad that he would no longer feel so self-conscious.
Mr. Taylor came in right after her. "Well, Nicholas, I see that you've managed to lower the flag. Good job, young man." He patted him on the back. "Let's get into the dining then and have us some of the little woman's fine home cooking." He put his arm around Nicholas's shoulder and led him to the dining room.
Mrs. Taylor turned to her daughter. She noticed a rather silly grin on her face. "You never seemed to like my lemonade this much before."
"It is awfully warm in here, mother." That was true. In fact, by the time the evening was over Jennifer had to have another full glass of lemonade.
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