Was it one of his buddies that he said would welcome my practicing? So soon? I heard the garage door grinding to close and within moments the inside entry door opened and I heard high heels click across the kitchen floor.
What? NO! Not a WOMAN! I couldn't be caught like this! Again, I tried to disengage from my task but Mr. Jacoby kept my head suspended with just the crown of his cock inside my mouth.
"Hi Lover, I see you are up to your old tricks."
Her lilting voice was husky with a pleasant varying pitch as if she were singing. I could smell her light perfume with the aroma of fresh baked cookies as she approached. From my impeded peripheral vision the partial figure of a young blonde woman wearing a red dress glided over to us. She bent over me and I heard her plant a long wet kiss on Mr. Jacoby.
A bejeweled hand slid down his chest and her spread red fingertips forked around his manhood just below my immobile lips and tongue. Her long red nails must have pricked the top of his scrotum because his splayed pelvis humped upward and his hand droved my mouth down against her fingers and his cock buried itself in my throat. He held me firmly in place. My tummy began to tremble and quiver as I began to choke and gag. Where was the control I thought I had mastered? Mr. Jacoby's cock throbbed in response to the pressure created by my discomfort.
"Taken it in the ass lately, Candice?"
"Saving it for you, my love. So this is Andi. Let me take a look at her!"
From the tone of her request I couldn't judge if she had no interest in watching Mr. Jacoby get a blowjob or if she wanted to take on the endeavor herself. Ether way this intruder was, deliberately or no, rescuing me from the verge of asphyxiation.
Mr. Jacoby released his grip on my head and I came up coughing and sputtering with tears in my eyes and an absolute morbid sense of shame and embarrassment for being perceived by this stranger in a circumstance that insinuated I couldn't give a proper blowjob.
I timidly looked up at her as she stood beside his chair bent forward with her face just inches from mine with a gleeful smile. Out of Mr. Jacoby's line of sight she gave me a co-conspirator's wink.
She was fully made-up and had shoulder length wavy hair with two long ringlets framing her beautiful face. Her figure was stunning. The bodice of her dress had a slash all the way down to her waist and the insides of her braless tanned breasts were clearly visible.
"Brad tells me you are an enthusiastic fellatrix but need some tutoring to refine your skills at other fun things to do. Stand up girl and let me get a good look at you."
I looked at Mr. Jacoby for direction.
"Do whatever Candice tells you to do. She is here to help you."
I kissed Mr. Jacoby's still firm cock as the sign of respect that he wanted whenever I was told to abandon my oral undertakings with him and stood up staying between his legs.
"Cute uniform, Brad. Walk around for me girly."
I was used to strutting for Mr. Jacoby but I felt absolutely humiliated to be required to perform for this stranger; a woman no less. I felt so degraded, particularly wearing my miniscule uniform that was intended to be worn to tease and please Mr. Jacoby and some of his buddies later on. I strolled across the room with my head up and shoulders back as Mr. Jacoby required; I didn't employ any teasing moves.
When I turned to face the two of them and I was traumatized to see that Candi was crouched alongside Mr. Jacoby with her arm extended over the arm of his chair stroking his cock as if it was an ordinary circumstance and she was naked save for her heels. How had she undressed so fast when my back turned? Her knees were spread and her vulva appeared to be aimed at me on purpose. She was completely naked -- she didn't have any pubic hair at all!
She broke my trance-like state. "Come back here and put a little wiggle into it, Andi."
As I slowly returned, my eyes flitted from her face, her perfect round breasts and her exposed womanhood. All the models in my magazines had pubic hair like me, although most, but not all were trimmed and shaped. I did strut as she asked. Out of the blue, I wanted her to like me.
When I stopped before them Candice released Mr. Jacoby, stood, reached out and guided me to stand in front of her. Some of Mr. Jacoby's seeping cum and my thick spittle that had transferred to her hand coated my shoulder as she pulled me to her.
I couldn't look her in the eye, and found myself admiring her breasts; judging the size, weight and softness. I had always wanted to be like the models, but I had never even considered being touched by another woman. Not understanding why; I wanted to touch her; I wanted to fondle her breasts, squeeze them and kiss them. She lifted my chin and lightly kissed my lips.
She nuzzled my neck on the far side out of Mr. Jacoby's view.
"I think you are beautiful and very special. I won't let Brad hurt you. You and I are going to have a fun day teasing him. Okay?"
I numbly nodded my head as she began removing each item of my costume taking the opportunity to also explore with her hands each area of my body as it was uncovered. Her touch was so much more sensuous and stimulating than either Mr. Jacoby's or Mr. Cooper's. The warmth of her palms raised my fuzzy hairs wherever they caressed me. She directed her comments to Mr. Jacoby as she discarded my attire; dropping each skimpy article onto her dress pooled on the floor.
"She has nice smooth unblemished skin and good proportions. Her muscles are soft and feminine. Her waist is so tiny that her breasts and buttocks seem larger than they are. Go easy on exercises for her; work on her stamina and of course she should learn all the provocative calisthenics you and your crew enjoy so much. Yes, as a party girl I think she will do nicely!"
I felt so mortified and degraded being judged by her like some farm animal. She studied my face.
"She has that apparent innocence that is rare. She'll probably keep that expression because it comes naturally to her. She needs a make-over and a bit of a trim but she should keep her camouflage; it will authenticate her allusion of virginity. She should be good for a dozen sessions before she exhausts that glow if you can control yourself and leave her alone. You've found a winner, Brad!"
She had avoided touching my titties and my muffin, which frustrated me because I wanted her to take me completely. I was trembling and shaking by the time she had me as naked as she was and finished with her appraisal of me. I had heard what she said; there were a lot of implications I didn't understand but I would have to analyze all of it later; I was too caught up in the moment to process everything.
Mr. Jacoby clarified her opinion, "Andi is still a virgin; her specialty is cock-sucking."
Candi studied my eyes; her contemplation was penetrating. With the tip of her forefinger she massaged my recently exercised lips before probing my mouth and deliberately flicking the tip of my tongue.
"I believe you. Girls?"
"None. That's one of the reasons I wanted you to coach her today."
"Well, isn't this my lucky day!" She pulled me to her and embraced me in an infectious joyous manner. I couldn't help but smile and responded to her rocking me from side-to-side by returning my own hugs and wiggles. Our breasts were mashed together. She placed one of her legs between mine and used her upper thigh to grind against my womanhood. I was comforted and delighted to be embraced by her. My enthusiasm was apparent to her and Mr. Jacoby who was sitting there stroking himself and enjoying our instantaneous bonding. I couldn't believe how sexually agitated she was making me.
"Are you sure you want me to take her well past your usually third week of training?" She hugged me tightly and nuzzled the side of my face away from Mr. Jacoby. She whispered a secretive message.
"Don't be afraid; I won't hurt you. This mother-fucking pervert loves to watch two girls make out. Reach down and finger me."
