I figure since I talked about “A Very Uncomfortable Place” yesterday, I should let you read a little of it. Here’s the first of four “sex scenes” in the story:

Eyes still closed, I registered the weight on my thighs lifting, the shifting of the van, the hands on my crotch, undoing my belt and button. “Lift your ass up.”

I complied and deft fingers found my slacks, tugged them down along with my underwear. I felt a flush of shame — I didn’t have a big cock; from what I’d seen in locker-rooms, it was about average. I hoped it was okay.

Warm hands ran up my inner thighs as I spread my legs as best I could, my pants and underwear around my ankles. Those same warm hands cupped my balls, pushed them gently up around my shaft, massaged them.

A hot mouth covered me an instant later, and I forgot everything else.

It had been so long since I’d gotten head that I couldn’t even remember what it felt like when Carrie did it. I’d pressed, cajoled, teased, even begged her to take my cock into her mouth, but it just hadn’t been in the cards. Nor had anal sex, tit-fucking, her riding on top of me, spontaneous fucks in other rooms in our house or in the back of the car or anywhere else. Me on top, or me behind her, and I had to use my fingers to get her off first. She couldn’t come on my cock. She never had. And she wouldn’t let me suck her pussy. Just another forbidden act.

It took every iota of control not to let my cock explode into that warm, wet mouth, especially with those talented hands stroking and caressing my balls, fingers finding the area behind them and the soft skin of my inner thighs.

“That good?”

“God,” I whispered, my breath coming in hard pants. “Fucking amazing.”

I heard a slurping noise, then a wet, insistent pressure between my legs. I squirmed. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Just… different.”

“Just relax.” The finger pressed again at my ass and I took a deep, slow breath as it was worked in, cautiously, while that talented mouth gulped down my cock, lips pressing into the base, into the short hair — I’d trimmed just for this, not that Carrie would’ve noticed — even as the finger was buried to the hilt.

It crooked.

I nearly screamed.

“You going to come?”

“Y-y-yeah…”

A fleeting smile before my cock disappeared again, the slurps and sucks and crooks and thrusts bringing me to the most powerful orgasm I think I’d ever had.

Every drop was swallowed.

The finger, though, was still inside, still stroking that spot inside my ass.

And somehow my cock was still mostly hard.

I stared down.

“That was fucking amazing.”

“I know. I was on the other end.”

That finger hit the spot again and I groaned, my cock pulsing, and to my utter shock, a little bead of come bubbled out and trickled down the shaft until it was licked away.

“My turn?”

“I’ve never done this before,” I said. “You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

“Don’t worry. I will.”