Keeping up with the Joneses (porn parody)

I felt this woman was sucking me in, it didn’t feel scary, it
felt good. So good. I felt sort of protected and dominant at the
same time, my slender, trained 25-year old body against her soft
and round one, my sex moving back and forth in hers, giving us
both pleasure, she fondled my buttocks, pushed me in deeper as
her enjoyment, just as mine, was rising. She came. Softly
moaning, holding me deep in her, letting me feel her vagina
pulsate. I pulled out of her to let her recover, she kept
stroking my penis and my back and eventually guided me back in.
Resuming, I felt her touch my anus, she knew she wasn’t to stick
anything in, but stroking was alright, was good. I felt my orgasm
approach and upped the pace. Finally I thrust deep inside her and
came, she held me in her arms, I nearly collapsed. Fucking was
fucking great.

Mary Jones held me in her arms a little while longer, before we
took a shower and settled on the couch to see a movie. It had
come a custom in the short ten days that we had ‘something’ that
I stayed the night. She liked the erections men get in the
morning, she liked to see whether she could make them into real
erections, that is erections coming from lust. Her daughter,
fifteen year old Vicky came in the door, didn’t think us
important enough to greet or even see. I imagined she felt a
little awkward about it, she, fifteen, me, twenty-five and her
mother a healthy forty-one, I know I did and so did Mary. We all,
I guess, figured that we all needed a little time to work out
exactly how to deal with this. In the mean time, Mary and I
enjoyed the joys of sex to the full. She wasn’t my first one, but
she was the first who was older (at least: that much older). At
the same time she was the first who I felt comfortable with, with
whom I didn’t feel the need to battle both my body and my
partner’s expectations.

In the morning, after having played with my morning erection a
little, we thought it time to confront Vicky. With fresh and
fruity reluctance we sat down at the breakfast table and ate our
meals. I asked: “coffee?” and two mumbled alrights, a bit of
spilled coffee and a mild battle between two hands, three mugs, a
coffee filter and a kitchen cupboard later, we still sat silent.
We all went our separate ways.

This ritual was repeated for a couple of weeks, a few days a
week. Mary and I made love, exploring bodies, positions and the
house. From fucking in front of the window to straight up sex in
her bed. One morning I woke up with – as usual – an erection. I
turned round to Mary, who lay with her back to me, and started
fondling her, pressing my hard member in her back. She woke up
and turned around, smiled, kissed me and disappeared under the
sheets, gliding her tongue down my belly and pinching my nipples
a little. I felt her warm mouth around my penis and pushed
upwards a bit to tease her. She sucked and stroked and did her
magic and I just lay there and enjoyed. When she finally came
back up I felt deprived and moaned a little in displeasure, but
her naughty smile silenced my discontent. She stroked again,
straddled me and guided my hard penis into her waiting, hot and
surprisingly tight (Vicky was born with a caesarean section)
vagina. I couldn’t help moaning as I glided in and felt the same
sensation of being sucked in that I almost always had. She
carefully moved up and down and I thrust slowly with her for a
while. She then rolled of me and on to her side, keeping me in
her. She lay on her back and spread her legs wide so I, laying on
my side could thrust in and out and caress her stomach and left
leg. We again moved slowly and tenderly, thrusting deep and
pulling out almost completely, revelling in the feeling of
penetration again and again. Eventually I got on top of her,
spread her legs wider and pushing them higher toward her head,
and increased my pace. She rolled her head and moaned as I moved
frantically inside her, moving her toward her orgasm as she now
and then fondled her clit. She grabbed by ass and pushed my hips
to hers as she moaned louder and shuddered. I again felt her
vagina shudder, tensing up and relaxing randomly at a frantic
pace. Mary had intense and long orgasms and I couldn’t get enough
of witnessing them, knowing that they were partly my work, well,
our work. I pulled out to let her
rest and get back her breath, I lay beside her, with her hand
tenderly on my wet member. Suddenly the door opened and Vicky
stormed in. Seeming not to notice the scene, she shouted that
there were repo men at the door who said they were ordered to
clear the house of anything of value. Mary jumped out of bed
naked, shot on a dressing gown and sped away. In doing so, she
had ripped away the sheets revealing me naked and with a wet and
erect penis. In stead of running away, Vicky looked at me,
alternating between my face and my groin, she didn’t utter a word
and was still standing around when I shot on some clothes and
went down to help Mary deal with the repo men. Who turned out to
be at the wrong address. Somehow, breakfast was less tense that
morning.

Vicky started showing me drawings she’d made and was pleased to
find that I drew and painted too. We started helping each other
when we had artistic problems and on some occasions visited
exhibitions together and drew the same scenes, comparing
afterwards. Mary joined in the discussions, giving her valuable
opinion, as she had done for my work since the first day we met,
being the owner of the gallery where I sold most of my work. But
now Vicky seemed willing to accept Mary’s remarks, although
usually not agreeing with them, while Mary seemed to mind the
latter less, taking it with good humour. My sexual encounters
with Mary grew less frequent as she started to show more interest
in men she met and I in girls I met, particularly a fellow artist
with strong opinions but a humorous way of bringing them. My
relationship with Mary grew even more into a friendship and she
said it felt a little as if we’d been having an adulterous affair
(although she wasn’t seeing anyone) that was coming to an end. A
feeling which I recognised. One day Mary asked outright if I and
Vicky had made love already. We hadn’t, but neither me or Vicky
was offended by the question, although we talked about her being
a bit young and me being much older a lot. In the following
weeks, I came by regularly, but the sex with Mary had stopped,
she had found a man about her age who was able to survive my and
Vicky’s scrutiny. Since I had made progress with my artist
friend, I didn’t really mind.

One day I was there and stayed a little longer than anticipated,
because of a torrential rain flood that came down. Mary had to
attend to her gallery and did go out, but she had a car and I
didn’t. Mary had just left when Vicky came home. Soaked of
course. Maybe it was the sight of her in wet clothes, but when I
saw her, something clicked in place in my brain, a connection to
my groin, most likely. She was quite a sight in a way I maybe
hadn’t noticed before: slim, lean, slight colouring of the skin
due to south-east Asian ancestry, small but perky breasts,
perfect, long, slim legs ending in slim hips and brown eyes that
gazed at me helplessly as she stood dripping and shivering in the
hallway. I told her she should take a shower to get warm and that
I would make her a cup of tea. She gave a shivering smile and
scuttled upstairs to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen to get
the kettle on and wandered around aimlessly waiting for the water
to boil. Vicky took her time in the shower and I lowered the fire
under the kettle and started flipping through yesterdays
newspaper. Then I heard her calling from the bathroom, so I went
to the stairs and shouted to her to repeat what she’d said. Vicky
shouted that there were no towels in the bathroom so could I get
some for her, pleeeease. I smiled, ran up the stairs, grabbed a
big, clean towel and knocked on the door of the bathroom. Vicky
said she didn’t want the bathroom to get all wet so I should just
come in and hand her the towel, so I went in, covering my eyes
and reaching out with the towel. Vicky said in an annoyed voice
that I should watch were I was going and repeated a couple of
times that I should just look. So I did. There was Vicky,
fifteen, standing in the shower with the doors open in a defiant
pose. Two lean legs firmly planted, brown eyes fixed on me,
shortish black hair lying flat on her head, brushed backwards. I
just had to check her out, small, perky breasts with small, erect
nipples, flat belly with a hint of muscle toning and the holy
grail, a beautiful, bald, almost childlike pussy, the outer lips
slightly pushed apart by her clit which she, by the looks of it,
had been working on. Her mouth broke in a smile and she beckoned
me near, grabbed the towel and began seducingly slow to dry
herself. “Care to give me a hand?” Who could refuse, so I took
over the towel and had the first sensation of how it felt to
touch Vicky. And it felt great. Smooth skin, taut body, small but
muscular butt, the direct connection to my groin was turning into
a highway and my pants felt like they were about to explode.
Vicky pressed herself against me and slipped her hands under my
shirt, I leaned over and kissed her lips, opened my mouth and
slid in my tongue. Vicky responded with a slight groan. my hands
started wandering over her body, now and then touching her
pussylips, which was rewarded with a little twitch and another
groan, I ventured further and found her clit. At my first touch,
she almost collapsed, but she quickly regained her strength and
guided my hand back toward her pussy. I fingered it a while,
marvelling at her looks, her sounds, her smell, the sensations
that were visibly racing through her young body. I slowly got
down on my knees and licked her nipples, her tummy, the mound
above her pussy and finally her pussy itself. She gasped and
again seemed nearly to collapse, but again remained standing,
although she got hold of the shower cabin to retain her balance.
I felt and tasted the wonderful sensation of eating pussy, this
time a pussy that hadn’t been treated like this ever before.
Vicky moaned and groaned ever louder as the feelings she
experienced were growing ever more intense. Finally she came,
almost shouting, twitching, shuddering, being utterly, utterly
beautiful and adorable and again collapsing, in full this time,
but I got hold of her and slowly, tenderly lay her down. My penis
was ready to explode.

When I got naked, in her bedroom, Vicky lying naked on the bed,
twitching a little, her eyes grew big at the sight of my erect
member. I moved toward her and she got hold of me, caressed my
penis and closed her lips around the tip. Slowly she engulfed it
almost completely in her hot mouth, sucking and licking as if it
was the first ice-cream on a scolding hot day. All the excitement
meant that it didn’t take me long to climax, I tried to warn, but
all that came out was a loud “uh”, so my sperm shot right into
her mouth. She made a brave attempt to swallow it all and smiled
up at me. I was spent, so I lay down on the bed and didn’t move
for ten minutes, just caressing Vicky, with her caressing me.
Eventually, life came back to me And I rolled on my side and got
up on my arms. Vicky moved too, but I told her to lie still
because I wanted to repay what she’d given me before. I kissed
her moving from her forehead to her chest, between her small
breasts taking a detour over her erect nipples, which was
accompanied by loud moans and a little twitch. I licked, sucked
and bit her nipples for a short time, revelling in her reactions
and continued down over her tight stomach, her bellybutton and
downward over the Venus mound and the completely smooth skin just
above her lips. At the first touch of my tongue against her clit,
she let out a loud shriek after which I jerked my head up,
startled. She immediately got hold of it and gently but
resolutely pushed my face in her groin. I started to work in
earnest moving my tongue along her cunnylips around her clit and
in and out of her vagina. She twitched and moaned like she was
possessed and quite quickly began to shiver. I pressed my mouth
against her cunt to feel her as she came, probing the vagina and
feeling it twitch and contract. Now it was her turn to be spent,
so I lay beside her, on my side while she faced me, catching her
breath. The whole thing had exited me very much, which was
showing.

My hard penis was pointing at her as I lay beside her, facing
her. She rolled on her back and opened her legs, looking
expectantly at me. I moved on top of her, made her raise her
knees to her chest and positioned. I slowly moved forward,
pushing the tip between her soaking pussylips while she moaned
and softly encouraged me. I moved further in her very tight
vagina until my penis was stopped by additional resistance. I
stopped for a second, warning her and then thrusting forward. A
high shriek, a brave smile, and she was no longer a virgin.
Because she looked uncomfortable, I pulled back a bit and
caressed her. She kept smiling and I pushed back in slowly moving
into uncharted and very tight territory, pushing until I was in
completely. Then I could start fucking in earnest. She moaned
louder, as did I, making long, slow thrusts to appease my own
pleasure and prevent an early orgasm, I wanted to enjoy this. We
rolled over and reversed positions, giving her control over the
actions. I enjoyed watching her moving up and down, occasionally
glancing down to see my penis disappear between her stretched,
red pussylips. She teased me (and herself) by testing how far my
penis would go out before popping out completely and then sinking
down again with a contented sigh. She said that this was probably
the way she liked it best, so now it was my turn again to come up
with a position. I got up on my knees, and got her to sit on
hands and knees. I revelled at the sight of her behind, slim and
muscular and smooth. I let my penis take a detour against her
asshole and the sound she made wasn’t discouraging. I made a
mental note of that. The moan when I reached her pussy was
louder, though and I slowly pushed in again and started
thrusting, deep and faster than before.

A couple of days (and sexual experiences later) I decided it was
time to work out the mental note about the sound she made when my
hard dick touched her asshole.