The next saga... Tuesday morning.
We'd been in contact on and off for the last year. He came by my
place once, so I could give him "the bottle" (an inside joke, of sorts, about a Gatorade bottle) and I literally had to sit on
my hands to keep from touching him. If anything was going to happen, it
had to come from him, because he was the one with a reason not to -- his
girlfriend. We chatted in his car, in my drive-way, for maybe a half
hour and I think had I stayed in that car a minute longer, we might very
well have ended up crossing that line. But I could tell even though his
body-language said he wanted to, his heart said he didn't want to. I
leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth, quickly -- he didn't
really return it, likely too shocked it had even happened, and in the
same motion that I pulled back, I opened the car door and exited the
vehicle. He drove away and we were both sure this was the end to our
playing with fire.
This was back in November of '05 maybe?
Recently, we'd been talking online a bit and he had mentioned that
his girl wasn't likely to ever give him head and that he missed it so
much. I, of course, said he knew where he could come get it any time he
wanted. He complained that she'd been through a lot of emotional stuff
lately and that he hadn't even had any form of sex in a while. I thought
to myself that the relationship must be strong for him to last through
the denial of services, and I felt guilt as I told him, again, he knew
where he could get it.
My reactions to this guy confuse me a little. I know I harbor
feelings of some form for him -- I was ready to date him happily a year
ago. I know that will never happen and I hold no illusions of "one day!"
.. but the fact of my life is -- I don't cheat. I don't mess around with
married men and I don't mess around with people in non-open
relationships. So why am I so ready to do it with this one? Is it just
because we have a history together? I think somehow it's more than that.
The sex between him and I is mind-blowing. No one eats my ass the way he
does, with such vigor. No one fucks my ass as good as he does. Oh ghawd
it is GOOD. And I have never enjoyed sucking a cock as much as his. I
mean, really and truly, in all the relationships -- emotional or
physical, I have never ever enjoyed sucking a cock as much as I enjoy
his. His cock is the perfect size and shape. I love the way it feels in
my mouth. I love the way he responds to my ministrations, and I love
above LOVE looking up and seeing him smile as he watches me flickering
the tip of my tongue across the head of his cock. If I never sucked
another cock but his for the rest of my life, I'd be happy.
Which leads me up to the recent events.
He msg'd me last night online, with comments about needing a blowjob
and I told him to come over tonight and he said he would. This morning
he got online and I told him I had an hour and a half free in a little
bit, and he could come today AND tonight. He said he'd be here.
I was nervous, but excited.
I have been waiting a year for this to happen. I have wanted his cock
for a year. I never ever thought I'd get to wrap my lips around it
again. I was wrong.
He showed up at my place at the appointed time and I lead him into
the livingroom. I could tell he was nervous, but almost immediately my
hand flew to his cock. I didn't want him here for friendly conversation,
I knew exactly what he was here for. I told him to sit and I rubbed his
cock through his jeans and made sexy eyes at him. He told me he'd
forgotten how sexy I was and I loved it. He was already getting hard and
I bent forward and bit at his cock through his jeans, he groaned, he
loved it. I asked him to let me in and that was all it took for his
jeans and boxers to be history.
I started at his balls and suckled them into my mouth, swirling my
tongue around. I moved upwards slightly and nipped and sucked at the
base of his hardness. I ran my tongue lazily along the length of his
cock. I wasn't quite ready to slide him into my mouth; that could wait a
bit. I licked and flickered my tongue all over his hard cock. I looked
up at him as he moaned his approval. I love this cock. I had missed it
more than I could ever have the words to express.
Slowly I slid him into my mouth, making eye contact with him. He has
always been a considerate partner and held my hair out of my face so he
could watch me swallow his cock deep. I bobbed my head and swished my
tongue and I knew it was exactly what he'd been missing.
I continued sucking his cock, running my hand up and down the base,
letting my saliva drool all down his length, wetting him and slicking
him up for something new. Although I've given him many blowjobs in the
past, I had a new trick for him. Like I've mentioned before in this
story, his cock has a wicked curve to it and I've always had trouble
getting it down my throat. Last night I had a new partner who helped me
lose most of my gag-reflex and today I was going to put it to the test. I
buried my face into his crotch, his cock, curve and all, sliding deep
into my throat. He moaned in a way I hadn't heard before. I knew he
appreciated the new-found skill and I knew he wanted more!!
This went on for a half hour. I sucked and teased and licked and
deep-throated his cock. I loved it. I was impressed that he didn't cum.
He said he didn't want it to end. Neither did I!
Around this point, he started playing with my breasts through my
shirt. After some more attention to his cock, he pushed me back slightly
and helped me out of my shirt -- I had still been fully clothed. He
immediately went to my breasts, suckling my nipples. I loved it. I love
looking down and seeing his mouth on my breasts. I jerked his cock for
him while he played with my breasts. I bent down and wet his cock and
then wrapped my ample cleavage around his cock and slid up and down a
few times. I'm never sure what titty-fucking feels like to guys and I
never get any kind of pleasure from it, so it isn't something I continued
for long. I went back to sucking his cock and we alternated between me
giving him head and him playing with my breasts.
After a bit more of this he pushed me back again and told me to stand
up. He told me to turn around. He pulled my pants down and I kicked
them off. He told me to bend over. I saw him wrap his hand around his
cock and I bent over and he buried his tongue in my sweet ass. Oh my
ghawd. Oh wow!
Nothing ever feels as good as his tongue in my ass. He
jerked his cock and tongued my ass and I moaned and groaned my approval.
I loved it. I could hardly take it. His tongue felt divine, flickering
at my asshole. He let go of his cock and spread my ass cheeks further
and really went at it. I was feeling light-headed and fell forward
further, out of breath.
"I shouldn't have done that," he said.
He was probably right. He asked if I was going to make him cum now. I
told him he could cum in my ass. In the same breath he told me I was a
terrible influence on him, he asked me where the lube was. I raced to my
backpack and grabbed it.
He lubed up his cock and then lubed up my ass, sliding first one and
then a second finger into me. I love the way he fingers my ass. I could
let him do that all day. I could suck his cock all day, but the way he
plays with my ass, with his tongue or his fingers, makes me forget all
about his cock. I didn't want to forget this time and I told him to fuck
my ass. He obliged.
He gripped his cock with one hand and slid it deep into my ass, just
slow enough to allow me to get accustomed to it. Then he gave me a few
full strokes before pulling out and ramming it into my ass. He fucks my
ass so fast. I love it, I love how long he lasts. I love his balls
swinging and hitting my sopping wet pussy as his cock slides into my
ass.
He fucked me hard into the ground before he came in my ass. He stayed
joined with my ass perfectly so. My muscles flexed around his softening
cock. Almost a full minute he stayed, just like he should. Guys pulling
out right after they cum is the worst. I love that full feeling. I
loved his cock in my ass, even if it wasn't stroking it.
He finally pulled out and headed to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, this is where everything turned sour.
He stayed in the bathroom cleaning up for several minutes, with the
door closed. I slipped my panties and shirt back on. When he came out I
asked him what time he would be back tonight? I wanted him to know that I
loved it and that I wanted more.
I already knew from the look on his face as the words tumbled out of his mouth.
"This was a mistake."
As he dressed he spoke, more to himself, declaring his official title
as an asshole. He said he was going to leave and I let him. I didn't
know what to say. It is his life, his guilt, his choices. He walked to
the door, I walked him there and he left.
I had to get dressed and go pick my daughter up from school.
When I got home and she was napping, I decided to write him an email before sitting down to write this story.
I'm going to attach an exact copy of that email to the bottom of this story. Tell me if you agree with me or not.
From : Shiloh Jennings [ytrbt@hotmail.com]
Sent : April 25, 2006 1:03:53 PM
To : xxxxxxx@hotmail.com
Subject : Today.
y'know .. I've been thinking, about your moral issue and guilt...
because, of course, I'm not inhuman, and if you're upset, then I care. I
look at it like this... I tried to get you off for a good half hour w/
my mouth and I was tired at that point... I let you take any further
steps beyond head if that was where you wanted to go, and you did -- you
removed my shirt, you removed my pants.. and you, in the same breath as
saying "you're an evil influence on me." said "where's the lube?" ....
HOWEVER! all that being what it is -- I'm not trying to make you feel
MORE guilty, the point of this is ...
its just sex.
you know me. we have a history together. you already know you're not
going to suddenly fall in love with me. you were able to deny the
amazing sex we have together for a year, so you know if you have to, you
can... but why should you? it is safe fun. there is no chance you'll up
and leave your girl for me, because all you have with me is sex, not
whatever connection you have with her. It isn't a blurred edge between
getting head and fucking -- there just isn't any line to cross -- it's all
some form of sex. she doesn't want to ever find out about the head, so
she wouldn't ever find out about the sex. she's given you permission to
go seek the head -- so I think you should. and I think you should with
me. and often.
like I said -- it's not like I'm a risk -- that's where the major guilt
generally lies in "cheating" .. that the original relationship will be
left for the new-found partner. that's not an issue between us because
you're not interested in me for more than sex -- and I am okay with
that.
so why feel guilty? .. there's no moral issue about it -- when you
are being denied at home, you should be able to seek it elsewhere, and I
welcome you to receive it from me whenever you like, so long as it won't
ever be found out by your girl.
no?
oh well. That's it. I guess I'll see if he responds. If there is more to this story, be sure you'll hear about it!! :)
I LOVED his cock today! YUM! I'm only mildly sad he didn't get to cum down my throat. :) :)
