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Oral Attention 1

Oral Attention 1

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I was always jealous of Frank's sex life. He scored with Susan all the freaking time. Every day without fail, first thing in the morning and then again at the end of the day. Susan was the dominant type and absolutely

owned

Frank, demanding his attention twice daily, but I don't think Frank minded at all.

I always heard the noises of their lovemaking and if I happened to be lying in the right direction when they started, I'd see the whole act too.

Frank always returned back to our shared place afterwards and, regardless of what I'd seen or heard, Frank always offered me a blow by blow description of his conquest in boastful terms.

"You should have seen it Jerry! It was awesome man!" He had no shame and no empathy for my situation. Honestly, there was no need for his account because their sexual routine was always exactly the same.

It would commence with Susan asserting control by holding Frank midway along his shaft in a firm grip. Without fail she'd start the ritual by washing his head with a little fresh water from the faucet. She would then suck that bit of water off his head again and spit it out.

I don't know why she always did this, and I don't think it was a common practice, but I only had limited limited sexual experience. Maybe it was to remove Frank's bad taste or maybe Susan was obsessed with washing away germs. Whatever it was, things always started out this way before they got heavy.

She would next take Frank between her lips, just letting him explore the front part of her mouth, gently moving him around inside. Gradually the pace would quicken and I knew Frank would be getting excited.

Susan would open her mouth wider and let Frank enter deeper, guiding him into her mouth, and letting him glide in and out with long powerful strokes. She would shift her grip on his shaft and change his angle, guiding him into the deepest recesses of her mouth. Susan oozed a drawn-out gravelly moan as Frank moved inside of her.

She would take him to one side, and then the other. Frank's head would jam against Susan's cheek, making it bulge and distend. Throughout the act, Susan would gaze into a mirror, memorised watching Frank enact his magic. Even when she tilted her head back to enable him to reach the back of her throat, her eyes would be fixed on their reflection.

Finally when Frank was about to reach his climax, Susan would mix things up completely. She would open her mouth wide, extend her tongue and let the sensitive underside of his head slide back and forth on her taste buds, gradually letting him reach further back until she almost gagged.

With that final intimate action, Frank was always spent, his job complete and his duty done. Susan would hold her hair with her other hand, lean forward and spit out the white creamy fluid, take a gulp of fresh water and wash out her mouth before drying her face on a towel.  Out of courtesy, she always washed Frank off after the act.

Afterwards, Susan invariably dropped Frank back at our place, where I would have been waiting patiently the whole time.

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Frank and I were, of course, toothbrushes. We lived our lives in Susan's bathroom and those morning and night routines were the highlights of our days.

We were born at the same time when Susan extracted us from our original plastic packaging. I think it was because Frank was pink and I was blue that he was selected as Susan's regular. Sadly, I was put aside as the spare toothbrush.

I'd only ever been used by Susan once, by accident one night when the bathroom light bulb was blown and she was a bit drunk. As a result, I had some appreciation of Frank's sexual encounters, and hence the source of my envy.

The only casual sex that I received was when Susan had a special visitor. Every now and then, she would invite a man back to the apartment for a one night stand. We always heard Susan and the stranger making love in their own weird human ways in the bedroom next door and afterwards, we'd see who she managed to pick up when they entered the bathroom.

Last week was a particularly busy week. She invited a guy, Mike, back to her apartment on Friday night. Together they came into the bathroom completely naked and I could see the reason for his appeal.

"Just use the blue brush Mike," she instructed. "The pink one is mine."

Mike picked me up and used me to fuck his mouth. Straight away, I could detect the scent of Susan on his breath, but he was a fast and furious kind of guy, and I was back in my place before I knew it. He didn't do any of the head washing rituals like Susan always did, and so his taste lingered on me.

The very next night, Susan brought a different guy, Pete, back to the apartment for exactly the same routine. Once again, Susan offered instructions.

"The blue brush is for you."

A bit of toothpaste, and I was thrust into his gob, but the minty flavours were still not enough to mask the taste of both Mike and Susan herself. Pete was more pedantic with his brushing and it seemed to take forever, but eventually, Frank and I found ourselves back in our place, and this time I was the one recounting my experiences to him.

The next night, same again, except this time it was with a guy called Errol. Susan was a popular girl!

Monday arrived and with it the beginning of the working week. Frank and I could always distinguish the days of the week from Susan's habits. Week days presented an early morning start and she spent plenty of time in the bathroom preparing for work.

On Monday night, Susan's boyfriend Lachlan came over. Usually he didn't stay overnight, but Susan must have been feeling extra frisky because they spent a long session together in her bedroom. Lachlan came into our bathroom afterwards and investigated Frank and myself. He felt Frank's head and then ran his fingers through my bristles.

"Who's been using all the toothbrushes?" Lachlan called out to Susan suspiciously.

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"Oh, my brother came to visit on the weekend," Susan replied in a flash. "Didn't I tell you? You can use the pink brush. That's my one."

"Brother?" we heard Lachlan mumble. "That doesn't even make sense."

In the following days, regular routines were all disrupted. On Tuesday, in the middle of the day, Lachlan turned up in the bathroom unannounced, with Susan nowhere to be seen. We watched him fiddling with a small box and he lodged it just on top of the bathroom cabinet opposite the mirror. If you weren't attuned to the bathroom fixtures like Frank and me, it would have been easy to miss.

Then, on Tuesday night, Susan came home late from work with

another

guy, this time called Stephen. I couldn't believe it! Once again, I got some action as Susan offered him the blue toothbrush after their bedroom antics.

On Wednesday, during the day, Lachlan the boyfriend returned to the apartment alone. He went straight for the little box above the bathroom cabinet, and Frank and I could see him pressing buttons and watching intently on a little screen. The familiar sounds of Susan's voice issued from the little box, telling Stephen to use the blue brush.

Lachlan was furious. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he kept on repeating. Frank and I had heard that word before, but not used in anger like this. Susan only used that word as an offer and it usually meant I'd get some action afterwards.

"That fucking cheating bitch," Frank cursed. "I'll teach you, you fucking slut."

Lachlan's face was thunderous. He roughly picked Frank out of our place.

Lachlan unbuckled his shorts and pulled his pants and underpants down to the floor. He turned around and bent forwards, his spare hand pulling at his buttock cheek, exposing his ass to me and the mirror.

"Fuck you Susan. Let's see how you like

this

toothbrush now."

Frank had a worried look on his face, but there was nothing he could do. Lachlan lined the head of the pink brush with his gaping hole. As Frank's fate dawned upon him, he literally bristled at the prospect. Frank was about to experience a brand new kind of toothbrush sex.

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