E is for Erica

"Don't worry, Ben. You really do have a beautiful penis, you know. I think we're both just about ready, don't you? I bet you've never tasted sperm before, have you? You're in for a treat."

With those words she moved again to take my throbbing bulb between her red lips, sliding her hand round to caress my balls. I looked at the red-nailed fingers, I felt my own climax beginning, I just couldn't help it. I rejoined the '69' and was gratified to find her own cock beginning to jerk after only a few seconds.

And then it happened. In both senses, the climax of the evening. Almost simultaneously, me first but only just, we both ejaculated. First I felt Erica's lips working hard on my own cock, then I tried to emulate her, to encourage her, to give her the satisfaction she so richly deserved after her efforts through the evening. It was bloody marvellous. I shot and shot, I seemed to go on for so long as did she, pulsing her sticky cum hard into my mouth. I swallowed, I had to in order to cope with the quantity of semen she was shooting into my mouth. I didn't ever want it to stop. Sex had always been good but this was more than good, it was more than sex.

I collapsed, beside my lover on the bed. We kissed. I could taste the cum on her lips. Not my blood brother, but my semen-sister, our juices mingled in our mouths as we enjoyed one more passionate post-orgasmic kiss.

The alarm call from the hotel reception woke me just after seven. I looked round. I was alone. I knew it hadn't been a dream, nobody could ever dream an evening such as that. On the small dresser beside the bed was a note.

'Good luck today, Ben. Thanks. Erica XXX'

Beside it were her sheer black nylon panties.

I showered and dressed, then went down to breakfast. I didn't even know if she had been staying at the hotel herself. I just hoped I might see her -- or even him - at breakfast, but no. As I headed off after booking out, the barman from the previous night was leaving himself, obviously after finishing his shift. In the car park he grinned at me.

"Was she good?" he asked.

"Fucking marvellous."

I aced the interview at TKB, I was on such a high. I was good, very good. But I didn't get the job.

But I do have my memories. And the panties.