Some Firsts for Me

But I heard her again: "Look at it, Timmy ... look how big and hard and smooth ..." And I felt her again: she made a sort of circle with her fingertips - like Stonehenge or something - and she firmly massaged her fingertips into the flesh at the base of my penis, deeply probing there drawing the flesh up toward the shaft, stroking deeply into the part of my cock that is hidden inside of me, the inner cock ... drawing it up toward the outer cock. (If you doubt that there is an inner cock, check it out. The human penis, when erect, often extends far back into the body.) She milked at it steadily as she crooned to her husband. I felt her take me into her mouth. OR WAS IT HIM!? No, she drew my cock out of her mouth and continued coaxing him: "I know you want this. I know you want to suck him. And I want it. I want him to feel my husband's mouth on his cock. I want you to taste my lover's sperm. Come to me, baby. Come kiss me ... kiss me ... yes ... oh yes ... yes ... now suck him ... suck him with me."

And suddenly my cock was again surrounded with warmth and wetness. A hot mouth made wet contact with the underside of my cock as another slid over the top of it. Then it was as if they were trying to kiss each other around my cock, and their tongues chased each other around the shaft like kids around the trunk of a playground tree ...

I could feel her gentle laughter as they both knelt - him between my thighs, and her over my face - and made love to each other and to me. I wanted more than anything to free my hands, not to flee, but to hold on to her hips above me, to hug her wet, sloppy cunt to my face. But I did not twist free. It would have been easy, but I remained tied and imagined myself helpless, a passive recipient of this impossible pleasure. I realized this was how she wanted it - so it was how I wanted it, too.

I felt her shift her weight a bit, and grasp my cock in her hand. I could hear more clearly now. She stroked me rhythmically as she urged him on. "Take him in, Timmy ... take him deep. Let him fuck your mouth, honey. Come on, for me. For him. Take that beautiful hard cock and suck him." I'm pretty sure that as she held the base of my cock in one hand, she pushed his head down over me with her other hand, because ... well, it just felt like that. I never once looked down there. Never saw him. But she pushed his face down onto my cock and milked at me with her free hand as she guided me into his mouth and him onto my cock.

I'm pretty sure she was pushing him up and down on me, because the rhythm with which he slid up and down on me was *her* rhythm, the rhythm of her hips, of her tongue, of our lovemaking, of our fucking ... it had begun with that first kiss, and had continued uninterrupted, faster or slower, it was *her* rhythm. I pictured then, as I picture now, her gaze as she forced her husband to suck her lover, as she watched his lips stretch and slide over my cock, as she watched his nostrils flare for breath, as she watched his throat contract when she pushed him down hard, and he gagged a bit as his lips neared her fingers where she held me. She held a fistful of cock and was forcing it down her husbands throat, a little roughly, but it was still full of love - not so much of him or of me, but of what were doing - love of what she was causing to happen.

But soon, the rhythm was established and she fondled my balls for a moment, cooing something to him as he continued to fellate me, I could tell she was whispering into his ear. He was moaning and grunting, I think, but so was I, so was she.

Suddenly, wrenchingly, the sweet darkness that had surrounded me, hidden me, as vulnerable as I was, suddenly it was gone as she reversed herself over me, and fell to kissing my lips, my neck, my ears, all the while babbling "thank you, M____, thank you, oh god, it's so beautiful ... tell me it's ok ... tell me it's good, tell me, baby ..."

I said nothing, but I kissed her as deeply as I could without freeing myself and grabbing her, and I slid my cunt-slick tongue into her hungry mouth as her husband continued to labor his mouth over my flesh, tasting her, tasting our sex on my cock.

He was into it now. He held me in both hands, I guess to limit the depth when I bucked up into his mouth - which was increasingly often, as my heat built up and as her kisses urged me on. I could feel his tongue working wildly at the top of my cock when he would rise up, and I would feel his tight throat when he came down on me.

Her puss was wetly pressed against my belly again as she held my face in her hands and feverishly sucked at my tongue.

In moments I was beginning to come, and she must have felt me beginning to heave under her. For a moment, her excitement just put her over the edge ... she pulled away from our kiss, and ecstatic expression on her face as she momentarily rose up and could not decide what to do, where to be. She frantically looked from my face to my cock, and back again ... then she turned and her puss came down to my ravenous mouth again, and she was there with him, helping him, and when he realized that my crisis was imminent, he pulled away, but she FORCED him back. He closed his mouth and it hurt slightly as she pushed his clamped lips against my sensitive cockhead; but finally he relented and his mouth swooped down over me once again, and I began to come.

My first spurt must have filled his mouth, because I could feel a huge amount of wetness fall down the shaft onto their hands. The next one, I felt arcing up onto my belly and chest, and she squealed her breathless delight. The next splashed into her throat as she again engulfed me herself. And then she pulled his face to me again and then they were both licking me, and she put me in his mouth as I shrank ... he suckled there like a child and she stroked his face and my cock ... and then he was gone.

She crawled up and kissed me softly with her spermy-sweet lips and tongue. She melted onto me now, serene and languid, small movements against me carried forth that rhythm, slower now, and slower still. Her face on my neck and her sigh was from deep inside. I heard him leaving; heard their front door close.

I believe we slept.

I awoke a little while later with her untying my "bonds." She whispered more thanks, and kissed each wrist ... she left my ankles tied. With a twitch of my cock, I realized there would be more.

"I won't ask you if it was good. You don't have to share that with me. But it was so good for me, M_____ - so, so good. I came so much, and so hard. God, it was good."

I said nothing, which was becoming a habit. She began to stroke me everywhere, as my arms regained their strength and my hands found her hair, her cheek, her throat, her breasts, and then I was sitting up, pulling her down onto me, and we were fucking and fucking. I was deep in her again, and it was like it was earlier, before he'd arrived, and she just settled down onto me, as we sat facing each other, our arms and legs around each other. My fingers found her ass, and wet with her puss, they easily worked into her and she began to come, one of those long, deep, from- the-core orgasms, the one that surprises or even scares you a little. She didn't work up and down on me, and I did not stroke in and out of her. I stayed in her as deep as I could be and for a long, long while, we stayed that way, just slowly grinding ourselves together and she came and came. I think she wept as I played one last wet song deep into her cunt and we slept again.