Chapter 7
Eric
My wife and son are still outside swimming. It didn’t take me long to make Bianca come, but it’s still a risk to stay inside much longer. I’m already in my board shorts. I could go out to the pool right now and jump in. I could tell my family that Bianca’s just getting into her swimsuit.
But I don’t do that. Instead, I stand and move a little closer to the island that separates the kitchen from the living room. The same island that will block anyone from seeing Bianca down on her knees in front of me. Because that’s where she slides to the floor. Just like I told her to.
She looks up at me with those eyes that, while teasing, are also innocent. She’s never sucked a cock before. Mine will be the first. As if to punctuate that thought, my dick lurches in my shorts. It lurches toward Bianca’s mouth.
When she licks her lips, I groan. “Open your mouth,” I tell her.
With a smile she not only parts her lips, but sticks her tongue out.
I push my shorts down until my erection springs free only to fly up and slap against my lower abs.
Bianca’s eyes track the motion. Her throat works as she swallows.
I’m no porn star, but I’m definitely above average, nothing to be ashamed of, especially in the girth department.
“You like salty?” I ask.
Bianca nods.
“Lick the tip.”
She leans in, eyes on mine as she presses the flat of her tongue to my tip. Her gaze turns thoughtful as she tastes me for the first time. After a short deliberation, she sucks the head into her mouth.
I moan.
With her lips spread like this, stretched around my cock, she’s never looked sexier. She sucks harder than I anticipated, pulling a gasp from me. I have a feeling that with all her teasing, she’s going to be a natural at everything sexual.
When she takes more of my length into her mouth, she proves me right. Sliding her tongue from side to side as she moves, Bianca tickles the underside of my cock. Not in a way that will make me laugh, but in a way that will make me come way too quickly.
I slide my fingers into the silky strands of her hair. I grip her and hold her as I rock my hips forward just slightly. Bianca catches onto the rhythm I like. She starts bobbing her head, meeting my thrusts.
I’ve never had any woman be so enthusiastic about sucking me off. It turns me on to the point that I have to slow down or I’m going to shoot too fast. Well, that and the visual of this young thing on her knees for me with my cock in her mouth.
When the sliding glass door makes the whirring noise as it’s pulled along the tracks to open, my head jerks up. Drew sticks his head inside and looks around the room.
“Where’s Bianca?” he asks.
“Busy,” I grit out.
My son gives rolls his eyes at me. “How long is this going to take?”
“It takes as long as it takes. Let Bianca do what she needs to do. She’s here to learn, not to entertain you.”
Drew huffs out a breath.
I do too because Bianca uses her tongue to press my shaft against the roof of her mouth. She sucks hard and my eyes start to roll as well, but they roll back because my balls are drawing up. My ass cheeks tighten. I’m not ready to come yet.
“I just wanted to know when you guys will be out here,” Drew says.
“Bianca’s almost done with her task.” The task of sucking me off and draining my balls. “When she’s done, she can change into her suit and meet us outside. And I refuse to rush her along in her task.”
“Fine,” Drew says.
We have a bit of a stare-off. My nostrils flare as Bianca slides my dick deeper into her mouth. With my free hand, I grip the edge of the counter. Drew seems to see this as me asserting my will because he rolls his eyes, pulls back and slides the door closed.
The groan that’s been building up inside me bursts free as my hips jerk forward. Bianca gags. I shudder as my spine starts to tingle.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” I tell her. “You’re going to swallow as much of my cock as you can, aren’t you, Bianca?”
Her only response is to gag herself on my dick. That spasm at the back of her throat tightens around the sensitive head of my cock. I moan.
“That’s it. Tease me. You’re so good at it.”
She hums. The vibration has me jerking forward, has me burying as much as she can take into her throat. She makes a sound, but I’m too far gone to try to intuit it. I need to come.
When I look down at her, she doesn’t look panicked, so I keep going. I thrust harder, faster. The friction of her tongue on the underside of my shaft, along with my tip popping back into her throat has me on a hair trigger.
“I’m close,” I warn her. “You’re going to swallow every drop of my cum, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t shake her head. I take that as agreement and thrust deeper. This time, when she gags, it’s too much. My balls draw tight. My ass clenches. Fire licks up the base of my spine.
“Fuck!” I shout as the first spurt of cum shoots down her throat.
Bianca chokes, making my orgasm even better as her tongue and throat milk all the cum from my balls. It’s a lot, though, and a little does leak from the corner of her mouth. Why is that so fucking hot?
I’m bent over Bianca, panting when the glass door slides open again. This time, Heather sticks her head inside.
“What’s with the shouting?” she asks.
I’m still out of breath, my cock still pulsing and jerking in Bianca’s mouth. Words pop out of my mouth without thought.
“Stubbed my toe.”
“Okay, well don’t swear in front of Bianca. Where is she?”
“She’s getting ready to go swimming,” I tell my wife, even as Bianca sucks on the tip of my cock.
“Well, come on then. We’ll meet her outside. Don’t want you scaring the girl with your swearing.”
I blow out a breath when Bianca finally releases me. I lower my hand to stuff my cock away. Bianca, smart girl that she is, stays on the floor until Heather and I are outside.