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.