P04E16

Howard, in the chair opposite mine, was watching events unfold with a smile on his face, then said: “Jason, do you mind if I pose a dilemma to Emily?”

I made a generous gesture and said: “Of course not, Howard!”

He turned to her and said: “Well, we could play this in either of two ways. You could just sit there, and wait for Marcy to suck a load from Jason… but I think you would rather do that yourself, wouldn’t you? “

Marcy looked down on the floor in shame, but she also nodded quite deliberately.

Howard continued: “But you haven’t had a dick in your mouth for your entire life, isn’t that also true? Like, you don’t even really know how to do it? “

She clearly blushed when she shook her head.

“So don’t you want to be a little bit more prepared to give your head to the man you love? So you actually know what to do? So you can ensure he has a good time?”

“Prepare? How?”

“Well, the best preparation is training. And I’m willing to provide you with a training ground… you could suck my dick first, and get a feel of how to handle male genitals in your mouth at all. “

Emily’s face flashed red all the way to her shoulders, and she managed to angrily raise her voice and stammer at the same time: “No… thank you… that’s not what I want. “

Howard leant back in his chair: “Ah! Too bad. Yes, I understand. Well, that’s it then.”

“That’s what?”

“Well, do you think I would allow my dear nephew to be blown by a completely untrained novice, an amateur at the job? He is my stud and his cock is way too good to have to endure an unskilled blowjob. “

The trap finally dawned on her: “So… you mean… I can’t suck him, and he will unload in Marcy’s mouth?”

“Well, I can’t look into his head. But it seems likely, he’s a healthy young man and he enjoys his shooting. “

I grunted in approval, working up my arousal as Marcy took more of my cock into her mouth on the downstroke without having to be told to. She worked a really good blow job, and I had to withhold myself from being drawn into a shot.

Emily took a few seconds to take it all in, then said: “But… when I blow you first, for my training, Jason’s load will be for me?”

“Of course! I have no objections to you sucking a load from your man after you learn the ropes on mine first!”

I felt slightly ambiguous about Howard’s idea, I had never imagined that I wouldn’t be the first one she would blow… but on the other hand, this idea was damn hot, and my cock certainly didn’t have any problems with it. Marcy held a steady pace now and he rose to bursting levels. Howard’s ideas were always great! It was a deviously designed, diabolical dilemma for Emily, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her make a choice. She looked at me for help, but I just ignored her, just releasing another grunt of hunger on Marcy’s attentions.

It was a beautiful struggle to watch. She could just get out of there, be disgusted by Marcy blowing me to orgasm, and pretend she had nothing to do with everything that was going on - the frigid response we had been taught all along our childhood. Or she could dive right in - the debauchery, the lust, the libertine orgy, cutting some sacred bond between love and sex, perceived or not. Go ahead, take this old guy’s dick and blow it. But also tying that bond… only doing that, because it was the only road to the cock she really wanted to taste in her mouth.

That’s when she broke; she wasn’t quite ready for all this pressure yet. Her mouth went that strange shape where it is wider at the edges than in the center, and she wept, in long howls coming from the deep of her chest. Her eyes met mine, and it was hard to discern exactly what her expression meant, but it wasn’t anything good. She wiped her eyes with her forearm, but that didn’t really work very well without any sleeve of clothing, and her face became a mess, and eyes remained glistening with tears. She yelled an incomprehensible yawp, briskly got up, and ran from the room without another word. Howard looked at me and said calmly: “Well, I guess you best follow her… “

I found her in her room, sobbing. She froze when I got in, trying to embrace and comfort her, but she yelled: “You stay away from me! Don’t you dare touch me ! “

I held back, and tried: “Emily, my dear... “

“I cannot do this, Jason! I’m supposed to... Watch?!? While you... play with... her? “

“It is not like that at all, Emily! “

“Oh yes it is! You just... spread your legs to make space for her! Smile gently as she bends forward to swallow up your dick! And you don’t even protest when your uncle summons me to his own!“

I was silent; it was pointless to tell her anything right now. The silence hung thick in the room. Her breathing only marginally relaxed.

She took a tissue and blew her nose. Then she said: “I don’t know, Jason. This is going too far. Sure I love you. Sure I want to follow you. But this is just.. sick! “

“Oh, I don’t know, Emily. Sick is such a strong word...“

“Oh, you shut up. When you mess around with your aunt, while your uncle and your girlfriend have their own… thing going on, how is that not sick? “

“Maybe it is just… untraditional? “

“Well you can take your untraditional up your ass. I want to get out of here, Jason. And if you want to have any claim on my love, I suggest you come with me. “

I was in limbo. On the one hand, I didn’t want to leave this place of lascivious wonder. But I also didn’t want to lose the love of my life. She was very upset right now, and there was little chance that any arguments would get through to her in her present state of mind… maybe I could give her her way now, and we could get back to all this later, when she had time to digest things?

“Sure, Emily. If that is how you feel, we shall go. “