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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I've always had a keen interest in astronomy. There's something incredibly magical about looking up at the stars and imagining worlds beyond ours. My parents bought me my first telescope when I was 15 and I spent many hours gazing at the moon and the feint sparkles of the planets. I (stupidly?) spent a significant portion of my first year university grant on an 8" Schmidt-Cassegrain with all the bells and whistles. I loved an evening or overnight session up on the roof of the student union but quickly discovered it wasn't exactly a 'bird-puller'. 4 or 5 hours standing in the dark, cold and wet, gazing at twinkling lights with incomprehensible names? Not really a romantic night out for all but the most battle-hardened of female star-gazers. Of which there were few. The 'scope is still in my apartment, sitting woefully in the corner, gathering dust.
Helen was prone on the bed, face down. I'd insisted that she have a little back massage, just to warm up. It also meant I'd feel a little less guilty about what was inevitably coming. Sort of a 'happy ending', but supercharged!
It was the first time I'd noticed the array of freckles across her back. Not sure how I'd missed them before. There was a cute little mole just to one side of her shoulder blade, sitting like Polaris, the pole star, her back a sky full of cosmic dust. I followed the line of freckles. Is that... Ursa Major, I pondered, examining a particular arrangement of blemishes? Surely not!
The massage had also given me some breathing space to work out exactly what I was going to do with this lustful creature. She seemed keen to learn but I didn't want to do something so shocking that it put her off completely. Gently does it, I thought. One step at a time.
'I thought you handled Martin's cock very well on Saturday,' I said offhandedly, without really thinking.
She stiffened a little. 'Do we have to talk about him?'
I thought about switching subject but something in my head said 'no'. I owed him, remember?
'Do you still love him?'
'Of course!' she said defensively but then realised how absurd that sounded. 'I mean, yes, even though I'm secretly meeting you.' Her voice tailed off.
I laughed. 'You're not the first woman to have an affair. And to desire something more, whilst somehow wanting to remain faithful to her vows.' I paused, reflecting on that contradiction. 'It sounds weird but I think it's true for a lot of people.'
She didn't respond and lay quietly for a minute. Reflecting perhaps? Or simply waiting for me to lead.
'Stand up,' I said gently. Time to push her boundaries again. She stood and faced me as I sat over the end of the bed and parted my legs.
'I'd like you to kneel,' I said, more firmly this time. She stared at me and I saw her swallow.
'You did say I was in charge?'
She complied reluctantly and sank to the carpet.
'I haven't really done...' she whispered, gazing at my cock. 'I mean I don't really like this.'
'Sucking cock?' I said, lifting her chin and looking her square in the eye. 'Well then it's time you learned to.' She shuddered a little. Revulsion perhaps? I wasn't sure. But I'd made my decision so tough titties. I didn't get to cum on Saturday so she was going to suck me off whether she liked it or not. My cock was rock hard already so I didn't think this would be too much of a challenge.
'Just start with your fingers,' I said gently. She shuffled forwards and stroked my cock apprehensively. It twitched at her touch and she giggled. She stroked me for a minute or two and looked up at me expectantly. It dawned on me that she wasn't sure what to do next.
'Haven't you sucked Martin's cock before?'
'I...tried...once,' she said red-faced. 'It didn't go well.' Bloody Hell! Seriously, I thought!? You're 37 years old and you haven't.... oh nevermind.
'OK, just follow my instructions then. Lick the shaft, all the way up and down.'
She stuck out her tongue tentatively and lifted my cock so she could reach underneath and lick. I twitched as her tongue glided up the shaft. A small bead of pre-cum oozed out on to her tongue as she reach the head. She pulled back and grimaced, then realised it didn't taste of much. A little salty perhaps. She dutifully started again from the bottom and licked me several times. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but she seemed contented enough.
'Put your lips around the head and just hold it there,' I instructed.
She did as I asked but after a few seconds I felt her tongue lapping at the folds of skin just underneath the head. Good girl.
'That's lovely,' I moaned. Exquisite, I was thinking. Breaking in a blow job virgin. I think that's a first for me too! 'A little deeper now.'
Helen was getting the hang of it and maybe realising it wasn't as bad as she feared. She sucked more greedily and I guided her hands and fingers. She cupped my balls without being asked, just as she'd done for Martin, and gave them a little squeeze.
'Perfect,' I cooed, dropping back on to my elbows and closing my eyes.
To be honest I could have laid there all afternoon enjoying her ministrations, but when I peeked she was gazing at me enquiringly as her head bobbed up and down on my boner. She looked like she was looking for more guidance.
'Use your hands as well,' I cooed. 'Use your imagination.'
I guess she accepted the challenge because she gripped me a little harder and started pumping my cock. The head slipped in and out of her mouth and her tongue flicked it as it passed her lips. This was good. Very good!
I was getting close, but wanted to do one more thing. I pushed her back and stood up, towering over her. She continued wanking me with gusto and gazed into my eyes. It was a fucking awesome sight!
'Lick my balls,' I said firmly and pushed her head down and under my shaft. It was clear she'd never been in this place before and she stuck out her tongue and licked my scrotum speculatively. I keep it shaved and clean so no worries on my part, but she didn't look convinced.
'You won't hurt me if you take them in your mouth gently,' I said, trying to sound reassuring. I wasn't 100% sure myself, but she didn't seem like the biting type. She sucked my balls and her fingers slid up and down my shaft with increasing urgency.
'Oh yes,' I grunted. 'That's perfect.' And it was!
There's a very short period just after the semen begins to rise when a guy has a final modicum of control. In that space we think about one thing only - where do I shoot? It's only a few seconds so often a split decision. Face? Mouth? Boobs? Obviously Helen had absolutely zero experience of any of them, so I decided to go all-in. Literally.
'Open your mouth,' I said breathlessly and lifted her chin. My cock slid between her lips and I held her head firmly. One thrust, then a second, and then I unloaded over her tongue. The jizz must have hit the back of her mouth because she ch*oked momentarily, then pulled back and coughed.
I dropped to the floor and held her head up.
'Swallow it,' I barked. She was shaking her head wildly, trying to spit.
'Go on, do it!' I didn't give her a choice and she swallowed then pushed me away and stumbled into the bathroom. I heard her run the tap and fill a glass. She spluttered and spat a little and then it went quiet.
A sudden pang of guilt washed over me. Shit! That was cruel. I hadn't given her any warning, or the benefit of a choice. I was about to head into the bathroom to apologise when she appeared at the doorway, still guzzling the glass of water, swilling the taste from her mouth.
'Sorry about that last bit,' She croaked and smiled gamely. 'How did I do?'
I looked at her affectionately and grinned. What a brave, gutsy woman. I was proud of her, despite feeling a bit of a shit myself.
'Fantastic. You'll learn to enjoy it,' I smirked.
'I don't think so!' She retorted, but then softened and smiled. 'But I'm glad I pleased you.' She looked a little smug that she'd overcome her fears and got me off. Delightful!
'I have another challenge for you. Are you up for it?'
'Er...You know I want to learn,' she said hesitantly but there was a glint of doubt now.
'Do that for your husband this week. In fact, do it every week from now on.'
She grimaced and started to object but I cut her off.
'It's your penance,' I barked and left the concept hanging.
Helen went quiet for a moment. I could see her struggling with her thoughts and then resigning to them.
'I'll try. If he'll let me,' she grumbled. Oh, trust me, he'll let you, I was about to say. But instead I looked at her sternly.
'Don't try. Make it happen. Every week.'
She nodded and gulped. I sent a little mental word of thanks to Martin for introducing me to this divine woman. Hope you enjoy your consolation prize, mate.
It was enough 'training' for the day. I already felt I may have pushed her too far. I leaned across and kissed her and she relaxed into my arms.
'Now lie back and relax,' I said gently and grinned. 'Time for your reward.' |
