Hartstein Ch. 04

"She took her time giving Joanna a primer in male anatomy. Although the two of them left me out of the conversation entirely, I was quite content to have them confine their interest to my cock. Celia, in any case, stole little opportunities to tickle the most pleasurable spots as she pointed them out with her fingers until Joanna broke in with a loaded question.

'So, if all these parts are so sensitive, don't you get worried that you might hurt him? Like...'

"I could see she was struggling even to bring it up, 'like with your teeth?'

"Celia let the question hang in the air, realizing that Joanna's unwitting curiosity had brought us to an even more enticing subject. I waited breathlessly to see how Celia would respond. 'Jo, giving a blow job is really easier than you think.'

"And just like that, Celia took my manhood and touched her tongue beneath the head. I let out an audible gasp, and so did Joanna. But I could see that Celia was thoroughly amused by our reactions. Her eyes were smug as she looked up and watched my body become tense at the soft petting of her tongue. 'You see... there's a whole lot... you can do... without even getting your teeth close...' Celia explained. There was a certain dry wit in her matter-of-factness, considering that each phrase was punctuated with another wet lick.

"Joanna was aghast, for she had never thought that her friend would take the demonstration this far. But she had, and Joanna appeared mesmerized to see her friend's mouth being used as an instrument of pleasure. I was not unaffected myself, for as you well know, a blowjob will set a guy off, despite any intentions to the contrary.

"Celia sounded like one of my old college professors's describing the various actions she was causing. Like, umm, I think she actually said, 'There's a lot you can do just using your tongue, for instance, think of it as a Popsicle. The key is to realize that there are a lot of different ways to taste it.'

"I know it sounds weird, Paul, but it seems to have made sense to Joanna. I mean her Popsicle analogy made Joanna laugh. And as Celia went on 'tasting' Joanna kept glancing up at my face to register my expressions."

""Which were probably contortions of surprise and pleasure," Paul said and laughed.

"Exactly!" Jim replied, "And she followed that with, 'Umm, You can keep your tongue limp and soft and just swish it around, or you can flatten it out for a big, long lick all the way up.' "

Her words were followed by suitable demonstrations upon my distended member.

"Clearly in a mood to be generous, she took time to repeat the most delectable moves several times over. 'I'll show you something he really likes,' she smirked, piquing Joanna's attention. She poked out her tongue, held it still, and then used her hand to wiggle my stiffy against it and howled with laughter when Joanna recoiled at my reaction.

"Nnaagh!" I yelled torturedly as the slippery surface of her tongue slithered over my woody. Celia paused providing me with a brief respite, gave me another ride, and then after wiping some saliva from her mouth told Joanna, 'He really likes this part!'

"'It's all about having fun,' she said. I swear to God those were her very words!"

"Well it's true!" Celia protested, "Isn't it Paul?"

"I can't argue with that logic, he replied and began laughing again on noting the tears of

merriment rolling down Celia's cheeks. Perhaps Jim failed to notice, or perhaps he preferred not to recognize that we were amused by his rendition of the event. At any rate, Jim went on as if nothing was happening around him.

"Course she knew that I loved this! Pushing it one way, then the other ... her tongue would slip across and then lose me, only to give chase in the other direction. It really was just a fantastic game of "tag" where the point was, instead, to get caught."

"Joanna was amused. No, she was more than amused--she was dying to learn more." Celia continued.

"There's a little trick you can do with your tongue," I told her. "It takes a little practice, but it will really drive a guy crazy. Curl the tongue back like this, and then get it to flick really quickly up and down.

(Celia demonstrated what she meant allowing her tongue to flicker just at the breach of her lips, and she then gently moved it up against what Paul assumed would be the very tip of the penis.)

Paul suddenly had a new appreciation for Celia's talents although he couldn't comment on them in Jim's presence.

"Now get this," Jim said interrupting his wife, "Joanna began to practice on me as Celia taught her. Yes, it was clumsy at first, but hey, a woman's flicking your dick with her Bik, c'mon, who the fuck's complaining?"

"See, you're a natural," Celia remarked when she saw that Joanna was starting to get the hang of the flicker. "Don't you think?" she asked, turning to me.

"Looks beautiful," I smiled, making Joanna blush.

Celia appeared to be very pleased by the friendly flirtation that was developing between Joanna and me. The three of us were starting to share a whole new kind of intimacy.

"So, like I said," Celia resumed, reminding us what we were doing. "You can get a long way just using your tongue. But, of course, if you really want to make a Popsicle melt, you've got to suck it."

Jim snickered, caught himself and with a straight face declared, "The demo went into orbit about then; Celia took me deep."

"I did not take you deep! I sucked you some!"

"You sucked me into a veritable frenzy!" Jim yelped.

Paul covered his mouth so they couldn't see him laughing.

"When I saw Joanna's expression I popped you the fuck out of my mouth to explain what I was doing," Celia said to Paul after turning to face him.

Paul removed his hands from his face and nodded in understanding, but continued smiling.

Laughing at Paul's expression, Celia tried to reassure him that the whole thing was a lesson in fellating properly.

"I agree," Paul said. It should be done right, or not at all."

"Bullshit! Jim roared. A blowjob is great even when it's bad. Some are better than others, but they're all worthwhile and don't try telling me otherwise."

"So are you saying I've given you bad blowjobs?" Celia shot back at him.

"No! No! No! Celia you've never ever given bad head. I'm just saying ..."

"You're just saying, my ass! Better keep that trap shut!"

Paul decided to head off any argument and did exactly that by asking Celia and Jim to finish their story.

"Despite what some ungrateful motherfucker's might think," Celia said, although without any noticeable malice, "Joanna was daunted by the prospect of having to do so many things at once. I carefully explained that one didn't do them all at one time, but over a period of time, and that only after doing one technique for a time did one stop, so as not to wear out one's welcome to that part of his anatomy. I likened it to having her pussy eaten. Interestingly enough Joanna related to that," Celia laughed.

"I should have guessed," Jim laughed.

"Quiet, I'm talking here!" Celia barked, and Paul laughed harder.

"After that things went smoothly." Celia said. "I consoled Jo, telling her it wasn't as tough as it seemed. I know you're worried about the teeth, but it's easier than you'd think to keep them out of the way; even though you're not always licking, giving a blow job still all about your tongue. Look, I just pull my lips around my teeth like this, and then I let him just slide over my tongue as he enters."

"Joanna leaned in to watch as Celia demonstrated on my throbbing projectile. Celia repeated the motion, pushing her mouth around my rigid pole, and then retracting again. After an indulgent bout, Celia pulled back and gave my head a soft kiss. This tenderness made Joanna smile. It was both fun and alluring to notice the change in her attitude toward the strange, looming erection before her eyes. She was starting to see it less as an adversary and more of a toy."

"That's the basic idea," Celia summed up. "Once you have that down, you should try different speeds and depths. But you don't have to obsess about it. Trust me; you can get a guy off even with the shallowest blow job. Of course, if you want to really wow him, you can try to take him deeper. That's harder because you have to control your gag reflex."

Jim tapped Paul on the arm, "You have to picture this if you haven't already. I had two unbelievably hot women kneeling in front of my cock! They both looked so great, Celia in a skimpy towel and Joanna in that open bathrobe that hid absolutely nothing at all.

"Joanna seemed to notice that I was gawking, but far from minding she gave me a sly little smirk and tossed back her wet locks giving me a better glimpse of her chest.

Meanwhile Celia was still talking, "... and really if you just combine all of that so that you're constantly giving him surprises, then you're gonna have him blowing his load!"

Joanna, however, was still a little apprehensive.

"Oh, don't worry about his cum," Celia said offhandedly, "First of all; there are ways to handle it. Just because you've been using your mouth doesn't mean you have to finish it that way. I've never heard a guy complain about an orgasm, so don't worry about just pulling it out and finishing him with your hand. Most guys love to see themselves ejaculate anyway, especially if you use your sexy body take the splash."

"Joanna squirmed at the thought, but when she saw that I was grinning in agreement, the idea really seemed to turn her on. We both wanted to hear more of Celia's pearls of wisdom."

"And even if you want to use your mouth, you have a choice whether you want to swallow or not. Honestly, if you just let it happen, you'll barely taste it. Once you've done it enough, I bet you'll even really like it. After all, it's the taste of a job well done!"

Joanna giggled without really believing her. But I had seen Celia play with my cum often enough to know that she wasn't kidding. The words that really struck me with disbelief were the ones that Celia uttered next.

"So, let's see you try it, huh?"

Joanna's face went blank.

"Try?" she asked.

"Yep, try giving a blow job," Celia grinned. "This isn't book learning, Jo. You can't get anywhere without a little practice."

"But he's your husband!"

"What have we been using in our little discussion, chop liver?"

"No, but I ..."

"Damn right," Celia retorted, accepting no excuses. "Anyways, he's mine to share! Surely you don't think he minds letting you have a little practice do you? Plus, I want to see how much my student has learned! And if I recall correctly you came storming into our apartment screaming, 'I can't take anymore of this shit! One of you better fuck me right now, or else!'"

Joanna had a horrified look of guilt on her face. Celia had always been one to have common sense when others around her had none at all. In that role she calmly stepped in front of Joanna and said with a big smile: "We're all friends, right?"

Jim resumed the tale: "With that, Celia shimmied on her knees over to her friend so they were shoulder to shoulder. She took Joanna's hand and brought it back to my dick. I gotta tell you, Paul, Joanna's fingers ... well they were the first other than Celia's since Dottie Lewandowski back in High School ..."

"Will you get to the fucking point, dear?" Celia said caustically.

"Umm, yeah, sorry, so Joanna brought me to her mouth. I wanted to make a wise-ass comment like, 'What no foreplay?' but Celia would have killed me on the spot.

"To be truthful, the feel of her mouth on my dick was both strange and exhilarating. But it was seeing Celia's eyes on us that really got me going. I mean ..."

"You don't have to give him every detail of what happened, Honey!" Celia whined.

"Celia was now so turned on she began fingering herself. Joanna saw her, but didn't seem fazed by it. I mean, can you believe this stuff, Paul?"

"I can believe most things I hear about people having sex, or getting them off," Paul responded.

"Anyway, Joanna pulled back and stared at my cock, seemingly amazed to see it glistening with her own saliva. She started licking lightly around the head and glanced at Celia for approval. Celia, still with those fingers in the cookie jar, smiled and nodded, I think delighted with her friend's progress. Joanna returned to her soft licks and kisses before wandering further down my shaft. She really felt spectacular, and each time she heard me softly grunt, she hummed with satisfaction."

"Feeling a little more adventurous, Joanna continued to dip lower until she was tonguing my balls. She was way better at this than she knew!

"I recall grinning stupidly at Celia, who didn't pay too much attention to me as she was getting close to her own orgasm. Meanwhile, Joanna was working her hand on my shaft as she licked my sacs underneath, and I admit that her 'flick technique was impressive as hell.

"You could see the confidence welling up in Joanna's tight little body. When she started bobbing in a devastating rhythm, and looked into my eyes as she sucked I began telling her what a great little cocksucker she was. And I meant every word of it.

"Only for a moment did I stray from the sight of her gorgeous mouth, and it was to watch Celia. She had managed to get herself so utterly turned on that her body was shaking with a climax! "

"Oh c'mon, Jim don't get so fuckin' melodramatic about it!"

"I'm telling you, Paul she got carried away and got off watching her friend practicing on my boner. I mean she obviously didn't want to distract Joanna."

"I wasn't!" Celia protested.

Jim turned on his wife and accused her of begging him with her eyes to keep Joanna sucking away until he came.

"My eyes? My fucking eyes? I begged you with my fucking eyes? Are you kidding me?"

"Wait, wait up, guys!" Paul said intervening. "Let's not get carried away with the story okay? I get it. Jim you were getting a blowjob from Joanna. It was her first one. Cel, you wanted to help Joanna, and in that regard you demonstrated on Jim how to perform the task. Now Jim, did Joanna follow Celia's instructions?"

"Yeah ... sure she did, but..."

"No buts, this is a story, not testimony in a murder trial."

Relenting somewhat, Jim sputtered, "Okay, okay, I stayed with my dick in Joanna's mouth making sure to maintain eye contact with her. That is, until my sweetie here breathing heavily, but breathing nonetheless, collapsed to the floor."

"I slipped, dammit Jim, you know that!"

"Umm, if I may, Celia," Paul said with a grin plastered on his face. "If I understand matters at that point in time, Joanna was blowing Jim here, and you were playing with yourself ..." and before Celia could protest Paul added "maybe just a little, after all your man was getting his tool wet ted up by your student, um, girlfriend Joanna. It had to be a hot scene."

"It was," Celia said trying to vindicate herself. She hugged Paul and whispered "you bastard I knew you'd side with him."

"No, I'm not siding with anyone I just want to get through the damn story. Jim, will you please wrap it up?"

"Well, before we stopped what we were doing to help Celia, she that is, Celia, crawled over to Jo and cooed in her ear, 'this is it! He's gonna cum!' Joanna nodded in understanding while continuing her blowjob.

"Now she had me firmly by the base and hungrily devoured the rest of me with that mouth. I mean it, Paul, if she blows you, you won't ever forget it.

"Anyway, I owed it to the girl to tell her I was cumming, and did. She didn't blanch, or back away. Oh, no, she sucked harder even raked a hand down my belly as my load exploded inside her mouth!

"She took each spurt with surprising ease, not letting her rhythm break.

I saw a look of fascination in her eyes as my load flooded her mouth. And it remained there even as the last pulses of my semen dripped onto that marvelous tongue.

Celia chirped, "Joanna was a swallower. Oh yeah ...swallowed it all.

"What was it you said, Honey?" Jim asked Celia. You know, about Joanna's accomplishment?"

"Bofuckindacious. Because that's what it was. I gave her one measly lesson and she shames me with her ability to outperform me. And I know I give great fuckin' head."

Celia turned to Paul and said, "Don't I Paulie?"

Paul looked at Jim first. Jim was nodding in agreement, but a different glint had come into his eyes as he awaited Paul's answer.

"It's been a while, but I suppose one never forgets greatness, Celia. Yes, you do give great head. And I miss that talented mouth of yours. Jim's a lucky son-of-a-bitch to have you."

There was a quiet moment before Jim spoke again. But it remained just that, a quiet moment. Then Jim resumed his tale, "I saw the fascination in Celia's eyes as she watched me cum in Joanna's mouth. Pangs of pleasure spilt through my flesh and I sincerely thought, or perhaps it was hope that it would never end. Of course it did. It always does. That's why we all live for the next time we can fuck--isn't it?"

Celia jumped in at that point to say: "And Joanna--wasn't she something? I mean, she didn't lose a damn drop of his cum. Swallowed it all--yum-yum-yum!"

Jim picked up the thread again: "I'd run out of superlatives; even simple words failed me. Ever get that Paul? I mean you ever at a loss for words?"

"All the time, Jim. They call it writer's block, among other things."

"Yeah," Jim shrugged. "Anyways all I could do was look at the two of them. They were both grinning. Joanna probably from the compliments we were giving her. Hell, Jo was clearly beyond her insecurities by now, so much that she was even relishing the attention. Celia leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and Joanna beamed with a naughty sense of accomplishment, clearly pleased to have her teacher's approval.

"Joanna even thanked me. Imagine that, thanking me for the use of my dick. There's one for the books, eh, Paul?"

"Joanna blushed and with a sly look of satisfaction playfully polished off a dollop of cum from the head of my cock then smiled up at Celia who was next to her watching over her like a mother hen. Celia giggled, and fondled my semi-flaccid dong in front of Joanna while the two of them took a moment to muse over what they had accomplished together.

"Celia was actually laughing when she helped Joanna to her feet. She also gave me a tender kiss and rubbed herself against me. I guess that was her 'no hard feelings'

There was a certain mischievous look in her eyes. The three of us chuckled, and Celia handed me my towel. I wrapped it around my waist and washed up.

As strange and giddy as we all still felt, there was a certain comfort in returning to a mundane world in which we are just good friends.

"Later, with Joanna already asleep in what passes for our guest room," Jim pointed to the couch in the living room. "I told Celia she was amazing doing what she'd done.

"I know," she replied with a shit eating grin, then hiked her nightgown up to her waist and winked at me. "Fun wasn't it?"

"Oh god yeah!" I nodded enthusiastically."

"Jim you can end the story right there," Celia said with a bemused expression."He knows or can figure out what happens next. He's a writer after all, and that requires imagination. In his mind it will probably turn out better than it actually was anyway."

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"It always turned me on," Celia confessed, unable to contain herself. "When I'd tell Joanna about the things we did in bed ... But this was so much more exciting, you know? I mean, I was kind of in control of things --Jim's cock, her mouth and tongue--Jesus what a rush!"

"Of course, I was never there or at least in the same room with them when she did this," Jim said pointedly.

Celia smirked, "Just one of the ways I have fun getting you and me off, baby!"