Conversations About Blow Jobs with My Friend Kathy

As I lay on my stomach beside Kathy, my best friend, we surfed the internet with my laptop, watching short free porn videos of women giving blow jobs and letting the men cum all over their faces and even in their mouths.

Kathy looked up at me with a mix of disgust and curiosity, “Eeeww, god, that looks so gross! How can they do that!”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “most of them look like they like it. Do you think they’re drunk or high or something?”

“Maybe they’re whores who have to do that,” Kathy suggested.

“Most of them don’t look like whores,” I said, “these are homemade videos, so those guys are probably wives or boyfriends.”

Kathy leaned in closer, “Do a search for blow jobs, let’s see what other women say.”

I typed ‘blow job’ into the Google search box, and the screen filled up with endless pages of links about fellatio. We spent the next hour reading articles from Cosmopolitan, Bust, and even Ms on how to make oral sex pleasurable for both partners.

Kathy rolled to her side, facing me, “Could you do that with Kurt?” she asked, “I mean, you fuck him, and you let him get off in you, could you let him fuck your mouth too?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “he’s asked me to suck on it, but I haven’t done it yet. I like it when he puts his mouth on my pussy, but I still haven’t felt wild enough to give him head.”

Kathy’s eyes lit up, “You mean you don’t like him enough?”

“I love him,” I said, “but he’s the first guy I ever had sex with, so what if I knew someone who might make me hotter, hot enough to do anything he wants?”

Kathy leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement, “Who? Are you thinking of someone else?”

I looked away, unsure of how to respond. I couldn’t tell her that for some crazy reason, I was fantasizing about her dad almost every day.

As we continued to surf the internet, Kathy eagerly waited for me to reveal my secret, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud.

We shut down our porn night after watching some serious three-way action, and Kathy whispered into the air, “How about your dream man, maybe he’d like two hot naked eighteen-year-olds at the same time?”

I smiled into my pillow, thinking about Kathy’s reaction if she knew that she had just proposed a sex romp with her own father.

Later that night, I woke up to find Kathy lying on her side, her hand between her open thighs, and the other pulling on her nipple. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t notice me watching her.

I lay there, frozen, as I watched Kathy enjoy herself. A light scent of her musk wafted across the small space between us, and I felt a strong sexual urge blossoming between my legs.

My pussy got warm and squishy, and my heart started to thud heavily as I watched Kathy finger herself. I felt a wave of arousal wash over me, and I knew I had to act.

I reached out and put a hand over hers, then slid two fingers down the contour of her hot, puffy pussy lips and jammed them into her.

Kathy’s eyes flew open, and she focused on me when she felt the invasion between her legs. She opened her mouth, and a short “UH” flew past my ear.

She grabbed my wrist, and I rocked my hand against her cunt, causing her hips to buck. Any surprise or reluctance Kathy may have felt at first quickly faded, and she smiled into my eyes, arched her back, and spread her legs for me.

I rose up until I was propped on an elbow beside her, and started finger-fucking my best friend in earnest.

We moved in tandem, our bodies entwined as we explored each other’s pleasure.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, and she didn’t reject me. Instead, she pressed on my mouth with hers, and we slipped our tongues through each other’s teeth.

As I continued to finger her, I could feel her building to a climax. Her tenseness was palpable, and I knew I had to keep going.

She started to gasp, and her body cramped and convulsed as she reached orgasm.

She went limp, and I moved from between her legs, wiping her flavor off my lips with a finger and putting it into her half-open mouth.

Kathy formed a vacuum on my finger and sucked off her cunt juice.

I leaned over and kissed her lightly, “That’s something we never did before.”

Kathy chirped a quick laugh, “No shit, not even Alan gets me off like you just did.”

We lay there for a minute or two, catching our breath and enjoying the afterglow.

Kathy rolled her head and said, “Take off your nightgown.”

“Why?” I asked, looking into her eyes, which were half-hidden by long, jumbled hair.

“Because you and me are going to have a little more fun, and we’re going to do it completely naked,” she demanded.

I sat up and pulled the shift off my body, throwing it in her face. She laughed, and we launched ourselves at each other, throwing ourselves down on the bed.

We spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, our love growing with every passing moment.

As I lay there, wrapped in Kathy’s arms, I knew that I would never be the same again.

But little did I know that our night of passion would only be the beginning of a wild and crazy adventure that would change our lives forever.

The next day, we were back to our normal routine, but the tension between us was palpable.

Kathy couldn’t let it go, and she kept trying to find ways to get me into bed with her dad.

It could have been seen as sexual harassment, but what she was suggesting and my own thoughts kept me turned on all week.

The following weekend, we had a double date with Kurt and Alan, and Kathy took pity on me when Kurt had to cancel.

We started out at the theater, watching Jurassic World in 3D, and I spent half the movie clinging to Alan, scared out of my wits.

As we walked out of the movie house, Alan held Kathy’s hand, and then mine, and we swung our arms in unison, laughing and talking about the show.

Kathy saw me clinging to Alan and didn’t seem to disapprove, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off.

As we walked across the parking lot, Kathy whispered to me, “I think we’re going to have some fun tonight, Crissy.”

I smiled, knowing that she had plans for me, but I had no idea what lay ahead.

Little did I know that our night of adventure would lead to a revelation that would change everything.

“Kathy, I need to tell you something,” I said, looking into her eyes.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I think I might be falling for you,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

Kathy’s eyes widened, and she smiled, “I’ve been falling for you too, Crissy.”

We leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss, and I knew that our relationship would never be the same again.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I stood outside Kathy’s bedroom door, my legs trembling with anticipation. I had never been more nervous in my life, and yet, I couldn’t deny the thrill that was coursing through my veins.

“Come on, Crissy,” Kathy’s voice whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “He’s waiting for you. Go and find out if he’s as good as your fantasy.”

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, my eyes scanning the room in search of Kathy’s father. He was indeed in bed, his chest rising and falling with a slow, steady rhythm. I felt a pang of uncertainty, wondering if I was really ready for this.

But Kathy’s words echoed in my mind, “He’ll be all charged up and ready.” I pushed aside my doubts and took a step closer to the bed, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Kathy?” her father’s deep voice rumbled, his eyes opening to meet mine. “Who’s that?”

“Crissy, my friend,” Kathy’s voice replied, her tone husky with excitement. “She’s been wanting to get to know you better.”

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I met Kathy’s father’s gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my figure. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with anticipation.

“Well, Crissy,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I’m glad you’re here. Come and join me.”

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with doubts and fears. But Kathy’s words echoed in my mind, “He’s waiting for you.” I took a deep breath and stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I’m not sure if I should,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Nonsense, dear,” Kathy’s father replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.”

I felt a jolt of electricity as he patted the bed beside him, his eyes never leaving mine. I hesitated for a moment, and then, with a sense of trepidation, I climbed onto the bed beside him.

I stood frozen beside the bedroom door, a wave of apprehension washing over me like a cold front. I turned to flee, but Kathy’s unwavering gaze stopped me in my tracks.

“Come in,” she mouthed silently, her eyes never leaving mine.

I hesitated, my heart racing in my chest. The tension was palpable, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was on the cusp of something monumental. I pushed open the door, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room.

“Can I talk to you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Sure, Crissy, what’s on your mind?” Barry’s deep voice rumbled from the bed, sending a shiver down my spine.

I stepped forward, my feet seemingly moving of their own accord. My eyes locked onto Barry’s, and for a moment, time stood still.

He was sitting up against two pillows, his broad shoulders and deep chest a testament to his physical prowess. The blanket covered his legs, but his chest was bare, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of desire.

“Is the book interesting?” I asked, my voice laced with embarrassment.

“It’s getting there,” Barry replied, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I think you had something else on your mind.”

I swallowed hard, my mind going blank. The words spilled out of me, barely above a whisper. “You are.”

Barry’s eyes narrowed, but I saw no sign of surprise or revulsion. Instead, he looked at me with a hint of curiosity.

I turned off the bedside light, and the room plunged into darkness. I pulled off my nightgown, the fabric rustling as I lifted the blanket and slipped into bed beside Barry.

The next few moments were a blur of sensations, a maelstrom of emotions that left me breathless and wanting more. Barry’s hand on my waist was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me whole.

I felt his erection growing, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. I lifted my leg, and he pushed against me, his cock slipping between my thighs like a hot knife through butter.

He rolled over me, his body a heavy weight that pressed me into the mattress. I felt him enter me, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.

“Why did you come over here, Crissy?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

I grabbed his hips, my fingers digging into his skin as I replied, “I came to fuck you, Barry. I want you to take me, to use me, to make me yours.”

His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of something there, something that looked almost like hope.

He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, building me up to a crescendo that threatened to consume me whole. I felt myself giving way, surrendering to the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.

And then, like a dam breaking, I was free, my body convulsing in a series of intense, shuddering orgasms. I felt Barry’s release, his hot cum bathing me, and I knew that I was lost, completely and utterly lost in the depths of my own desire.

I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to open my eyes. I was content to simply lie there, wrapped in the warmth of Barry’s body, my heart still racing from the intensity of our lovemaking.

But as I drifted off to sleep, I felt a presence outside the room, a presence that seemed to be watching us, waiting for us to make our next move.

And as I smiled up at Barry, my body still humming with pleasure, I knew that I was ready to face whatever came next, ready to take on the world with this man by my side.

“Are you going to run away now?” Barry asked, his voice low and husky.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I don’t think I can,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me, his eyes searching mine, and I knew that he saw something there, something that gave him hope.

And as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be, with this man, in this moment, I was home.