Chapter 5
They had played light the previous night, and when Adam, normally an early riser, woke, the sun slanting through the open, undraped window had warmed the bed. It had warmed him too and had given birth to a feeling of sensuality that had caused his penis to stiffen.
Gently pulling the sheet off his sleeping wife, Adam felt his penis twitch in anticipation as though it had a mind of its own and knew that one way or another, the creamy skinned young beauty would take it and drain it.
Adam's mind was working in the same direction. There was no question but that he was going to have her before getting out of bed, it was just a matter of how.
She was lying on her back, her lush breasts rising and falling with her regular breathing. Her lips were slightly parted, almost forming a small O. That, as it turned out, dictated how he would have his wife this particular time. In addition to providing him with pleasure, it would also advance her sexual training one more step.
With a smile, he pressed the button on the wall behind the night table and, almost instantly, heard Beth approach. There was nothing unusual about the fact that she was naked, she usually appeared that way in the morning and did not get dressed until breakfast was over and the dishes washed. The idea of a naked maid preparing the morning meal appealed to Adam, and she too enjoyed the idea.
Being a woman with an inventive imagination, she had once delighted him by serving him three hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, but in a most unusual manner.
Shelling them in the kitchen, she slipped one into her vagina and walked slowly to the dining room, taking small steps so that she could keep her thighs close together and not lose her strange cargo.
When she told the man that she had an egg on her person, and that it was up to him to find it if he wanted to eat, she stood by his chair while his hand went right into her crotch, found the warm egg and delightfully removed it, placing it in the dish with reverence.
After two more trips, his breakfast was served and he ate the eggs without any condiment other than had been applied to them in transit.
"Best damn eggs I've ever tasted,'" he commented after he finished. "What do you call the recipe?"
"I think eggs a la twat will do for the time being," she replied, just before he bent her over the table and rammed her egg carrier from behind until it was much too slippery to carry anything and he had spent all the energy that the breakfast had provided.
As Beth walked toward the bed, Adam gestured for her to be silent and indicated that she should approach from the other side of the bed.
Giving Beth a signal, he licked his lips and bent over his sleeping wife, his moist mouth closing over one of her breasts. Thinking how wonderful it would be to be wakened that way, Beth claimed the other breast with her mouth and Carol quickly awakened to greet what was beginning as a beautiful day.
Carol used both her hands to let them know how much she appreciated the erotic alarm they had used to bring her out of sleep.
"Ready for juice and coffee?" Beth asked as they sat up on the bed and Carol did the same, her nipples looking exciting in their sudden erection.
"Not just yet, dear," Adam told her. "This morning, I'm going to serve my lovely wife a very special juice to start her day in the right direction."
"A special juice? What is it?" Carol asked, looking from one to the other and sensing that Beth understood.
"It's called the juice of life, my dearest," Adam told her, "and if you'll just give me your pretty hand, I'll show you where I have a full container of it, keeping it fresh and warm."
She gave him her hand eagerly and he guided it to his crotch where she closed it gently around his big scrotum.
"You mean I'm going to drink my breakfast through my cunt?" she asked, giggling at the novel idea.
"No, you lucky girl," Beth told her. "I suspect you are going to drink the same way everybody else does, through your mouth. That is what you have in mind, isn't it Adam?"
"What else? My darling wife's training is coming along beautifully. It is time now for her to know the joy of sucking the juice from a stiff cock. Don't you agree, Beth?"
"Of course, and she'll love it. Oooh, that moment when all the work of sucking is rewarded by feeling the volcano erupt and your mouth being filled with thick, delicious man cream."
"You've done it?" Carol asked, wide-eyed, never having heard of the act of fellatio.
"More times than I could ever count, darling. My dear, dirty old daddy taught me the game when I was thirteen years old."
"Your father? Isn't that strange? I mean surely girls don't usually learn such things from their fathers."
"Mine was a very unusual daddy, Carol. If he hadn't been afraid of splinters, he would have fucked telephone poles. He just came into my room one evening when mother was out getting drunk as usual, pulled out his cock that looked like a fence post to me, and told me to take my nightie off.
"Something I saw in his face told me that doing what he said would be better than having him warm my arse with the razor strop he loved to use, so I took my nightie off and let him play with my little bubbies, my bum and my pussy.
"He told me he really wanted to screw me, but was afraid of knocking me up so he was going to let me do a blow job on him. At that age, a blow job sounded like blowing up balloons to me, but I sensed it had something to do with the big prick he had me busy playing with.
"After a little more playing, he stood beside the bed and pushed his pants and shorts down, then he told me to sit up and push the head of his tool into my mouth. One look at the size of his wang told me I'd never be able to do it.
"I made a few tries and couldn't get it in, but then he told me that maybe the razor strop would help. I damn near broke my jaws, but I pushed that big meat into my mouth and told myself that no matter how much my jaws hurt, my behind would hurt more if I didn't do what he wanted.
"He told me what to do and how to do it, and it wasn't long before he was going off like a fireman's hose. For a minute, I thought he was blowing a hole through the back of my head. I managed to swallow it all, and his cock came out of my mouth easily and well shrunken.
"I had to admit after that that it had been kind of fun, so I kept blowing him until I was sixteen and mother spoiled my game by coming home drunk one night and parking the bread knife in his chest. Before then, he had played eat the twat with me and we used to have a real ball playing sixty-nine."
"You had a strange childhood, Beth," Carol commented, impressed, "but you do make it sound exciting."
"I suppose it was. You'll understand that better when you're copped this beautiful joint and your throat is creamy smooth."
"Copped the joint?" Carol repeated the phrase, "What a cute expression. "May I cop your joint, darling?" she asked Adam with an almost angelic expression on her face.
"My dear child," he replied, trying to keep his face and tone serious, "you may indeed cop my joint, give a blow job and suck my cock all at the same time. There now, does that not prove that I am a very generous man?"
"If I didn't know him better," Beth laughed, "I'd say he was all heart. Still, just one look is enough to tell you he's all cock."
"I guess that's really the best way," Carol giggled, delighted at the way she had been able to change so easily from one way of life to a completely different one.
"Well, my darling, are you ready to take breakfast from my fleshy fountain of youth?"
"Oh yes, I... I guess you'll have to show me how to do it," she finished with a little frown. "My father didn't include that in my education."
"I'll be delighted to show you, darling," Beth told her as she pushed the man down onto his back. "You just curl up on the other side of him and watch me."
When Carol was in position, her face close to the scene of action, her eyes wide and dancing with excitement, Beth reverently took the shaft of the long, stiff penis in her right hand and ensured that the foreskin was pulled all the way back. When she pulled a little too hard, the man gave a grunt of disapproval.
"Damn it all, woman," he scolded in a tone that would have done justice to Sir Thomas Beecham, "just teach the child to blow me, not to circumsise me.
Beth was forced to release his prong as she rolled away, laughing and kicking the bed with her heels. A few seconds later, she returned to her task, telling Carol she was going to show her how a girl takes it in her head to make a dollar.
"Now then, Carol," she went on more seriously, "the man likes to be teased first with a little licking, like this." Her tongue came out and she slowly licked the entire head of the throbbing penis. "Make sure you keep a nice, firm grip on the tool while you're doing it."
"I understand," Carol assured her.
"Then you give him a taste of what's in store by holding his tool straight up like this, licking your lips, then pushing your mouth around and over it until the whole plum is inside."
It wasn't possible for Beth to go on talking then as her mouth was well and truly filled. She sucked for a few seconds, then pulled it out of her mouth.
"Now we tease a little more," Beth went on. "See this big vein that runs the full length of the cock underneath? Well a man is sensitive there, so you lick back and forth along the vein like this." Again she demonstrated and caused Adam to tremble with lust.
"Then," Beth went on with the lascivious lecture, "you take the head into your mouth and go to work on it. Notice that while I'm sucking it, my hand is working slowly back and forth on the shaft."
"Why do you do that?" Carol wanted to know.
"When the bone is as stiff as this, just to add to the fun for the guy, but if the tool is even a little less than fully hard, you have to do it to make it stiffer. The combined effect of your hand and your mouth does the trick unless he's hopeless."
Beth moved her mouth down over the head of his penis again and resumed sucking, this time her hand moving very slowly up and down as she had told her student. The look of rapture on Adam's face confirmed for Carol that she was being very well coached. To her surprise though, she saw Beth take the throbbing cock out of her mouth and stare at it for a moment, giving it a few more slow rubs with her hand, then proceed to lick the head again.
"Why that?" Carol asked, intently.
"Just to make it last a little longer. If you keep it in your mouth all the way, he blows off too fast. This way, his dork has a chance to cool a little and the teasing gets him worked up some more so that he squirms and wants to get it back into your mouth. There now, do you think you've got the idea?
"Oh yes, I think I have. You will stay close though and remind me in case I forget something?"
"You can bet on that, baby. I'll stay so close that if you get careless, I may get splashed when you bring him off."
Bending to the delightful task, Carol proved again that she was a good student. She had a little difficulty getting the big head into her mouth, but once she did it felt like a big, warm piece of velvet as she sucked on it.
Beth gave her a few whispered reminders, and she went on eagerly until she felt his body twitch, heard his grunts, then felt the big cock firing thick juice into her mouth. She drank it greedily and went on sucking for more until he took it away from her, groaning.
After that, they went down to breakfast.