Farewell My Innocent

Chapter One-3

How I’d avoided direct content with the thing for so long, I’m not sure. The thick meat certainly had its way with my p***y. It had taken full advantage of my grabbing. But of course taking a man between her quivering thighs is a woman’s natural duty, and one I certainly relished. It always completed me. After all the empty orgasms produced by my husband’s creative bag of tricks, a climax with Preston’s c**k doing the deed in places even his fingers could never reach strengthened my affections for him. I was reminded of my love.

With his hefty rod before my lips, I was faced with a new challenge. But there was something distasteful in the idea of pleasuring the male organ with my mouth. The strong aroma of his crotch was at the same time repugnant and alluring. I drew away repelled, but was drawn back, fascinated by the horrendous beauty of the thing. The head of it was thick and purple, the stalk so hard that it curled toward his belly.

“In your mouth,” he confirmed his plans.

I reached forward.

“Without your hands. Put them behind you. I want just your mouth.”

So many natural acts were denied me. Certainly, it made sense to use my hands as well as my mouth, if he wanted me to pleasure him this way. But no. My husband seemed to be a minimalist when it came to his own pleasure. Either that, or there was some specific reason to demand my lips alone. I was forced to rise on my knees and lean in to his chest, work my open mouth tentatively toward the object and finally latch on, bringing the springy thing toward me as I settled back. It popped from my lips right away and I went after it again, this time bringing more of it in my mouth. It tasted sour, salty, a strange tang I’d never tasted before, but one that seemed to compliment the perfume lingering in the black curly bush of pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

My tentative mouth lost his c**k twice more, before Preston twisted his fingers through my hair and jerked me down with a resolve that I didn’t have.

“Swallow,” was his only command, but I understood. He guided me with his palm firmly planted on the back of my head and pushed down. I was about to gag. “Open your throat.”

“I don’t know what that means!” I pulled back sputtering, jerking myself from his grasp. My repulsion replaced my ability to obey.

I felt his palm smack my face. Not a full-fledged slap, but enough of one to bring me out of my increasing hysteria. “A good wife uses whatever means she has to give her husband pleasure. Take your time, but take it deep.”

I tried again because it seemed that I had no choice. His hand at my head was insistent, adding muscle to my faltering will. The thick head slid into my mouth toward the back of my throat.

“Suck,” he said.

Taking a deep breath to calm my quaking insides, I began what came to be as natural as real s*x, duplicating the action inside my p***y, bobbing up and down as the rod thrust in and out of my mouth like the piston of an engine. This was a mindless, contemptible thing, until I began to relish the taste of him, to appreciate the submissive nature of this new s*x. I could feel his body quake inside the chair—the volcanic tension in his groin and belly that matched the groaning sounds of his satisfaction as he began to erupt. I tasted the come as it first seeped from his tiny opening, then as it shot into my mouth in waves of sticky cream. I was wanting to expel him, but couldn’t. His hand was like a steel claw at the back of my head, driving my face down, almost burying it in the hairy forest. I gulped his semen as fast as I could, though some of it escaped my mouth, spilling on to my lips and dripping down my chin.

“Good girl,” he was the first to speak. I looked up and pulled away. This time he didn’t object. He was finished and satisfied.

“I didn’t like it,” I told him bluntly.

“I don’t think any woman does the first time,” he replied reasonably. “But it will grow on you in time.”

I was not convinced, but I wasn’t going to argue. The deed was done, my husband was happy, and hopefully we’d be moving on in my s****l education to other things more amenable to me.