Merrill and Jacob Ch. 17

As a senior, Ashley found a boyfriend that, miraculously, both Merrill and Jake approved of. He was a law student at Columbia, in his third and final year. He was six feet tall, reasonably good looking, extremely intelligent, well read, and charming. He had a sweet innocence that one would not expect from such a man. He fell in love with Ashley after dating her several times. After a few weeks together, he took her to his apartment in the city, and said, "Ashley, we're both grown adults. Neither of us is a virgin, right?" She nodded. He said, "I want to do this. I think the time is right. I think this is fair."

Ashley had immediately recognized that Steven was the marrying type. Worldly, but not a womanizer. She deliberately delayed having sex with him in order to underscore that this was to be a serious, long-term relationship. She replied, "Okay, Steven. Everything you say is true. Let's compromise, shall we? May I offer you a blowjob?"

Steven nearly fell out of his chair. Gathering himself, he said, "That would be acceptable."

"Slouch down in your chair, and take off your pants." Ashley very matter-of-factly tied her hair back with a hair band, while Steven positioned himself. She looked at his cock, which was already throbbing vertically, and said, "Mmmm, nice!" She kneeled between his legs, and blew his brains out. Ashley chose to hit him with shock and awe. No preliminaries. No foreplay. No gentle introduction.

Ashley dove on his cock, hands free, and swallowed it all in one gulp. She buried her nose in his pubic hair. She sucked with full vacuum power, cradling his cock with her soft, loving tongue. Steven was so stunned that he squirmed in his seat. He could not speak, and his eyes lost focus. Ashley bobbed her head only a tiny bit, in order to get a little more motion over his shaft with her lips, tongue and gullet. His rod reached past the back of her mouth and a little way down her throat. He did not know it, but this was easy for the expertly-trained Ashley.

In less than one minute, Ashley sucked the cum out of Steven's balls, and swallowed it with gusto. Steven enjoyed, or perhaps endured, a mind-bending orgasm. The moment he started to ejaculate, his world view changed fundamentally. What he thought about attachments, relationships, and sex. His future was turned on its ear.

Ashley finished the blowjob with a thorough cleaning of Steven's dick. She pulled her mouth off of him with a loud slurp. She looked up at him, smiling.

Steven blurted, "I love you!"

Ashley laughed at the preposterous declaration. She patted his thigh, and said, "Steve, you are not thinking clearly right now. I am very flattered that I have had that effect on you, but let's just say it was something said in the heat of passion, and laugh it off, okay?"

Steven's brain rapidly approached normality. He stammered, "Yes, yes, you're right, of course. It's too soon, and certainly not the right moment." He leaned forward a little, and said, in a more casual tone, "Oh, my God, Ashley! What was that? You are incredible! I know we haven't discussed our romantic pasts in detail, but how did you learn such things?"

Ashley took a drink of water, gargled a bit, and swallowed. He pulled his pants up while she took a seat. She said, "The explanation is quite innocent, Steven. My mother taught me everything I know about sex. She's a very sexy woman, and she's been married to two Marines!"

Steven said, "I must send her a nice Mother's Day card."

Ashley asked, "Are you satisfied, for the moment, dear?"

"Um, yes."

Ashley patted the sofa beside her, and he sat down, their thighs touching. "Instead of one of us sleeping on the couch this weekend, I'll grant you a special bonus. We can sleep together, in your bed." Steven looked ready to jump out of his seat. Ashley added, quickly, "No intercourse! You are on your word of honor, Steven. If you need sexual release, fine. My mother taught me much more than what you just experienced."

"I reluctantly accept your terms."

Steven had difficulty behaving himself when he first saw Ashley's nude body. They embraced tightly. He began to paw at her, and his erection was an obstacle between them. She slithered down to her knees. This time, she gave him a slow, sensual blowjob, culminating in a quiet, satisfying climax for Steven.

Ashely wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood before him, and asked, "Now, do you think you can be a gentleman for the next eight hours, Steven?" Steven didn't see why not. They spent a good deal of time exploring one another's bodies, anyway. She woke up first the next morning, and sucked him awake. She ceased blowing him when he awakened fully. She gave him a complete blowjob a little later, after he cooked her breakfast.

Ashley carefully evaluated Steven's reaction to their new level of intimacy. She was a good judge of men, like her mother. She saw marriage written all over Steven's face. The following night, she made an elaborate show of succumbing to his seduction. She let him have her, gloriously. They made plans to visit her parents.

Jake and Merrill sent two plane tickets to Ashley, and she and Steven arrived for a four-day stay at the house. Jake showed Steven the same courtesy and respect that Merrill's father had shown him. As he helped carry the couple's bags into the house, Jake explained, "We're putting you two in the guest room, since Ashley's room only has a twin bed." This answered a nagging question that Ashley and Steven had about their stay there. The acceptance that it showed made Ashley tear up.

The queen-sized bed in the guest room, however, had very creaky springs. When Jake and Merrill planned the new couple's stay, they laughed at the irony.

Merrill said, "Oh, dear, it'll be like they don't have any privacy, Jacob."

Jake said, "Good! I want to know everything that goes on under my roof!"

"Maybe they'll feel too inhibited, and do nothing."

"No way! No healthy young man is going to sleep in the same bed with Ashley for four nights, and not get fresh. Maybe they'll do it on the floor, but they'll do it."

"We should get some red roses for Ashley."

"We should get some raw oysters for Steven!"

In reality, Ashley had told her mother every detail of her entire relationship with Steven, and Merrill had repeated it all to Jake. When Steven sat on the bed the first day, he cried, "Ashley, this thing squeaks! We can't do it on this bed, not with your mother and father down the hall!"

Ashley gave him a dismissive wave, "The noisier the better, Steven. Putting us together in this room is a statement that they want us to be a couple, and they expect us to do what young couples do. They'd be worried if they didn't hear some serious squeaking at night."

That night, Ashley had no trouble enticing Steven to fuck her in the bed. After he bounced her around a while, they switched positions. Ashley rode him like a prized stallion. With Steven, she vocalized a lot more than she ever had with any man, except Jake. This was partly because, for once, she did not need to worry about sharing a wall with the neighbors, and partly to show off to her parents, who happened to be listening in the hallway.

Merrill whispered, through tears, "Oh, Jacob, listen to them. They sound so happy, and so together. I think Steven is the one."

Jake whispered, "Ashley certainly sounds happy. Steven is the top contender, I'll give him that much. He sounds awfully restrained, considering it's a new relationship, and it's with a fantastic girl."

Ashley advertised her prolonged orgasm sequence with ecstatic cries, "Yes! Yes! YES! YES! Oh, God, yes! God, yes!"

The bedsprings cried out. Merrill said "Listen to that. The bed is cheering them on! Go, Ashley, go!"

Jake said "He's not even breathing hard."

Jake and Merrill heard the crescendo of Ashley's climax. There was a pause. They heard quiet murmurs and bedsprings creaking in a non-rhythmic way. Then, a minute of quiet. The eavesdroppers next heard Steven's voice, plaintively saying, "Oh, yes, Ashley. Yes! That's it, girl! Good! Good! Oh, my God, Ashley! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Merrill turned to Jake, and pantomimed a blowjob. Jake nodded in agreement. It was clear that Steven was restraining himself, and keeping his voice low, in spite of the apparent intensity of what he was experiencing. Soon, they could also hear the sound of Ashley blowing him. There were slurps, lips smacking, moans, and a sound resembling gargling, which both Jake and Merrill remembered quite well from the period when they trained their daughter to be a world-class blowjob artist.

Steven, apparently, did not climax. Ashley suddenly said, "Fuck me." There was the sound of movement, followed by a moment of silence. Then Ashley moaned softly, and said, "Yes, do it to me. Do it, Steven. Do it! Yes! Yes!"

Merrill said, "He's entering her." The bedsprings began to creak in a definite rhythm. The sound of the bed swelled. Steven could be heard breathing hard.

Ashley shouted, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Pound it in, Steven! Pound it in!" Steven began grunting in time to the squeaking of the bed. Both voices rose in volume and cadence, until both Steven and the bed made very rapid, synchronized sounds that clearly signaled his climax. Merrill and Jake rushed to their bedroom, to avoid being discovered.

The next morning at breakfast, Merrill and Ashley giggled a lot, and made increasingly risqué remarks. Merrill asked, with mock innocence, "How did you two sleep last night?"

Ashley answered, "Oh, we slept very well, Mother. I had forgotten how creaky the bed is, though."

Merrill put one hand on her cheek, and said, as if shocked, "Oh, is that what we heard? I wondered what that cacophony of sound was, coming down the hall. Coming, and coming, and coming...down the hall."

Ashley explained, "Oh, that was us, coming and coming and coming...down the hall. Dad, did you hear us coming?"

Jake was stoic, "I wasn't listening, dear."

Merrill said, "Slurp down your eggs, dear."

Ashley took a forkful of runny eggs, and noisily slurped them up, like spaghetti. Merrill said, "That's a good girl. Just like Mother taught you. Tell me, Steven, did you hear a lot of slurping noises last night?"

"No, Mrs. Taggert, I can't say that I did."

Jake quipped, "You need to get your hearing checked, boy!"

Merrill cautioned, "Now, Jacob, be fair to the young man. His attention may have been somewhere other than his ears."

Jake said, "Certainly, his blood supply was concentrated elsewhere."

Ashley took a sausage link, and sucked noisily on one end. Then, she sucked it all down in one motion. Merrill said, "Oh, Ashley, it seems like only yesterday I taught you to suck down an entire wiener. Now, you do it like a pro! Doesn't she, Steven?"

Steven tired of being the butt of their jokes. He called their bluff, and said, "Ashley sucks wiener better than any girl I've ever met. In fact, it's probably the thing I love most about her. She sucks like a demon, and then swallows like an angel." Merrill and Ashley were stunned beyond words. Upping the ante, Steven turned to Jake and said, "I noticed the knocker on your front door, sir. Are you a knocker man, like myself?"

Jake responded to the male locker-room talk, "I love knockers, too, Steven! If you love knockers, you've come to the right family. Great knockers!" The women were astonished at these crude words coming from the normally-staid Jake.

Steven looked straight at Ashley's chest, and said, "I find that great knockers should be oiled frequently, Jake. Oiled and worked."

Jake said, in an admiring tone, "Well, my boy, there's something we have in common. I oil Mrs. Taggert's knockers quite often. I work them, up and down. With the right amount of oil, you can work them very smoothly. Of course, at the end, you have to clean out your grease gun, and see that the goo ends up in the right place."

Steven said, "I give the goo to Ashley. She knows what to do with it. I understand her mother taught her."

Defeated, Merrill said, "Okay, breakfast is over! The men will clean up, Ashley. Let's go into the living room." The men chuckled as they cleaned up. It was a true bonding moment for Jake and Steven. They were two very different men, united in their love of hot women, and hot sex.

Jake washed, and Steven dried. Steven said, in a speculative tone, "You know, Ashley can be pretty assertive." Jake snorted and nodded. "I am much less so. I think I need to carve out my own piece of this relationship, so it doesn't end up being a one-way thing."

"I think your attitude shows a great deal of maturity and insight, Steven. Her mother is the same way. We should probably go in there, and teach them a lesson." Jake paused, and the two looked each other in the eye. Jake spoke carefully, framing his words as a jest, but leaving the subject open, "Heh, heh, we could go in there, and titfuck them...."

Steven was equally cautious, "Ha! I'd be up for that."

Jake set down the dishes, wiped his hands on a dishcloth, and looked at Steven evenly. Seeing that they were on the same page, Jake said, "C'mon, let's go in there, and take what's ours."

Steven wondered what he had gotten himself into. Following Jake gave him confidence, however. The combat veteran walked with a manly determination that he would have his way, period. Steven figured that he was safe, since Ashley raved unreservedly about her stepdad. Steven prayed that what was about to happen was in character for Jake, and for this family, which suddenly seemed a very strange one.

Jake marched to the couch, stopping momentarily to retrieve the "secret" bottle of lubricant from its well-known hiding place in the end table. Merrill's eyes widened dramatically at the sight of Jake approaching with the lube, in front of their daughter and her new boyfriend. Jake straddled Merrill's knees, partially immobilizing them. As Jake stripped off his shirt, he said, "Strip, Steven." Steven almost barked out, "Yes, Master Sergeant!" He tentatively removed his own shirt, but paused uncertainly when he saw Jake pull down his shorts to reveal his rather intimidating dong.

Jake gave Steven a decisive nod that said, "Hurry up!" Steven looked at Ashley, who appeared bewildered. She gave him a shrug, and he pulled down his pants and shorts. Steven's dick was, when fully erect, proportionate to his frame; a little bigger than average. At this moment, however, it was shriveled in fear. Merrill was voicing some sort of outrage, when her voice was drowned out by a booming, "Off with your tops!"

Merrill was giving Jake an indignant, "I shall do no such thing—" when Jake gripped her T-shirt in his fists, and ripped it apart, angrily. Her bra was fully exposed.

Steven was alarmed at the violence of Jake's behavior. Ashley looked up at Steven, and said, "Better take it off." Ashley pulled her top off, over her head. It wasn't a T-shirt, and Steven was relieved that he would not be expected to tear it asunder, as Jake had just done. Both women sat, in their well-filled bras. Jake raised his head a bit, and looked down severely at Merrill. Reluctantly, Merrill removed her bra, revealing her breasts, which were still magnificent at the age of thirty-nine.

Steven stared at Merrill's chest like a schoolboy mesmerized by his first glimpse of a woman's breasts. Steven's reverie was interrupted by a slap to his thigh from Ashley. She looked up at him reproachfully, clearly angry that he was ogling her mother, when his girlfriend sat before him. Chastened, Steven watched as Ashley removed her own bra, revealing her magnificent twenty-one-year-old breasts.

Jake poured lubricant onto Merrill's chest, and also onto his cock. Jake smeared the lubricant over his wife's chest, and then stroked his own cock. He handed the lube to Steven. Steven looked down at Ashley, shrugged, and oiled her chest, and his cock. Merrill looked at Ashley, gave a submissive sigh, and leaned forward. She pushed her breasts together, wrapping them around Jake's cock, and began to stroke him up and down.

Ashley would not have acceded to Steven's demands, were it not for the presence of her parents, and the enormous peer pressure she was under. She, too, leaned forward. Steven was pretty hard, now, and Ashley enveloped him in between her own tits, as she had done a number of times, previously.

Mother and daughter mirrored each other's techniques so faithfully that Steven suspected that Merrill's sex lessons for Ashley may have included live demonstrations. Their cadence was the same. They smiled up into their lover's eyes in the same way. The way they moved their boobs and bodies to stroke their lover's cock was the same. Merrill's breasts were larger and softer, however.

Each man was now receiving a level of service that commanded his full attention to the woman performing the service. Jake smiled devilishly down at Merrill, and thrust his hips. He drove his cock nearly to her throat. Steven looked down at Ashley with unreserved love. He savored the sensation, moving only slightly to enhance her pleasuring of him.

The men enjoyed themselves for a while. Eventually, Jake neared climax. He said, "Mouth." Merrill nodded.

Ashley looked quizzically up at Steven. She did not want to seem like a laggard in the sex department, so she mouthed the word, "Mouth," to which Steven nodded, and replied, out loud, "Mouth." Soon, Jake removed his cock from between Merrill's tits, and stuck it into her mouth, quick as a rattlesnake.

Steven was so self-conscious that he was not nearly ready to come. He and Ashley looked at one another, both aware that the older generation was progressing more quickly than they. Ashley knew of a solution. She released Steven's dick and swallowed it whole. While her father poured creamy goodness down her mother's throat, Ashley blew Steven with all her might, seeking a similar result. Steven could not resist a determined blowjob from Ashley.

Merrill had finished and cleaned Jake by the time Steven came in Ashley's mouth. The parents watched in amused silence as their daughter extracted a load of semen from her boyfriend. It took a minute for Ashley to suck out the last drop of Steven's seed, swallow it all, and suck him to sparkling cleanliness.

The four of them were now trapped in a an extremely awkward silence, until Merrill announced, "Fine, but you have to take us out to a nice dinner." The men readily agreed, and all four dressed themselves, hastily. The remainder of the morning was spent in various individual and couple's activities, pointedly avoiding any reference to what had happened in the living room, after breakfast.

Jake made his famous deli sandwiches for lunch. When everyone was seated and served at the kitchen table, all four looked at each other. None of them moved or spoke. Finally, Merrill said, "Well if no one else will speak, I want to say that I was very impressed with your performance this morning, Ashley. Good girl!"

Ashley was slightly embarrassed, "Thanks, Mom, you were pretty impressive yourself. Don't you agree, Dad?"

Jake had already taken a bite of his sandwich, and struggled to swallow it in order to answer the very unwelcome question from his daughter, "Well, you mother has always been a very sexy, beautiful woman. I am very happy to be with her."

The three who had spoken all looked expectantly to the one who had not. Steven meekly admitted, "I, too, consider myself very lucky to be with Ashley." The three others maintained their enquiring looks, and Ashley prompted Steven by cupping her hands out past her bosom. Steven furrowed his brow, and ventured, "Ashley is very well-endowed, bosom-wise."

Steven's unenthusiastic response drew disapproving looks from the others. Merrill helped him out by saying, "Steven, you just tit-raped her, and face-fucked her. Have you no passion?"