Oh, Jake, it’s so beautiful here. It just does something to me. I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this lingerie period, never mind on a public beach. But, I….I like it. It’s exciting, exhilarating…..arousing. A few more pictures, Jake, and then I want to go back to our room and….and….fuck. Oh, I can’t believe I said that, but it’s true, Jake.
Were you right about letting my exhibitions down? Yes, you were. Will I do whatever you ask for the rest of the vacation? Oh, Honey, you know how I feel about making promises; how I view them as almost sacred. So, promising that is….scary….so scary….but exciting, too. I….I….ok, Jake, if that will make you happy. I promise to do anything you ask of me.
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Jenny Learns to Deepthroat
Jenny was terrific at oral sex; there was no doubt about that. But, what she was most proud of, because I’d always talked about it, was her ability to take all of me in her mouth. The key word there being mouth. You see, I’m not very well hung, just shy of four inches, actually. So, what Jenny was most proud of wasn’t all that big an accomplishment in reality. But, since I’d been Jenny’s first and only, she had no way of knowing, and I’d intended on keeping it that way.
When we were in bed, I used my mouth and hands in ways that always satisfied her. And, I let her know that many women were unable to come to climax through intercourse, never even hinting that it might be due to my size. Hell, I’d half convinced myself that it had nothing to do with size. She’d never been exposed to X-rated movies or magazines so she’d never suspected that I was small.
I know I should have told Jenny about my size. But, it was both embarrassing and worrisome to me. Even though I did all I could to please her, and generally thought I did a good job, I knew that the fact that she never came with me inside her bothered her a little. It wasn’t like I’d ever lied to her outright. I’d just hidden the truth. Still, I knew the truth was about to be revealed when Lisa brought up the subject of deep-throat
Still, I had no idea how far Lisa’s comment about deep-throat would change our lives. It started innocently enough. We were sitting around, just talking and having fun when she brought it up. Jenny never really understood the term, but because Lisa and Tom were so worldly she always hated to show her ignorance around them. Instead, she usually pretended to know what they were talking about even if she didn’t. But for some reason, that night she just blurted out, “Just what does deep-throat mean anyhow? Didn’t that have something to do with Watergate?”
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We hadn’t been on vacation in ages, so when a family wedding meant an obligatory trip to Phoenix, we decided to get away from the Minnesota winter for a week, rather than just a weekend. But, instead of the quiet resort we were expecting, it appeared there was a convention in town.
The sign on the hotel marquee discretely read “Welcome Big Men’s Club”. My beautiful, but oh so naive wife and I boarded an elevator at the same time as one of the conventioneers. He was perhaps 6’3” and skinny, maybe 170 lbs. That’s five inches taller than me, but 65 pounds lighter. When the elevator became stuck between floors, we were drawn into conversation to pass the time.
The conversation was friendly, perhaps more so than it would have been had my wife and I not been drinking at dinner. Neither of us drinks often, especially my wife. After ten or fifteen minutes my wife pointed at the name tag he was wearing, giggled, then commented, “It would be more accurate if you called it the Tall Men’s Club.”
“Height is not a criterion”, he answered enigmatically.
Confused, she replied, “Well, I didn’t mean to be rude, it’s just that you’re kind of thin.”
“Oh, it’s not thin at all, I assure you,” he replied further.
My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly realized what he was intimating. But my wife was a naïf; I was her first and only lover. Completely oblivious she asked, “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
He smiled and looked at me. I realized he was asking permission. Incredibly, I found myself saying, “Go ahead and show her.”
My heart suddenly raced. Did I say show her? I meant tell her. And yet I said nothing to correct myself. She was more confused than I; she looked from him, to me, and then back to him, as he unzipped himself and released a flaccid cock at least twice as long, and twice as thick as my erection.
I found myself holding my breath, awaiting her reaction.
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I lost one bet and Tony made me put on this ridiculous lipstick, Jake. Three more lost bets and my blouse was open to the the navel. Another, and I had to remove my blouse. Yet another, and it was my bra. Now he’s putting a blindfold on me, baby. This isn’t good, honey. I just know it isn’t. So, why can’t I stop it? And why do you look just as excited as Tony?
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I was telling Kim how lonely I was with you being on the road, Honey. So she bought me a present. I told her it was inappropriate and ridiculous. Only, well, I got curious. And, so, well, Itried it. Like I knew, it wouldn’t fit. but I…..I kept trying. And then, one day, it was in. Just the head at first, then a little more each day. It….it stretches me so good, Jake. And, this is bad honey. but Kim says it’s a model of a friend of hers. and I…I want to meet him,Jake. I’m….I’m ready for the real thing.
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Cindy squealed in delight. Every orgasm Bill had ever with her had been inside her, and no other man had ever cum in her presence. She’d always felt distanced from Bill’s orgasms. She knew he loved her and desired her. But her lack of sensation had always left her feeling that their sex was something that she was in some undefined way not really a part of. But now, as Bill moaned, and arched, and pumped a veritable fountain of cum from into the air, Cindy knew in no uncertain terms that it was her stroking hand, and her teasing that was the cause. She had no idea where the words came from, but she urged him on, “That’s it, Bill. Cum for me, baby. Ooh, I had no idea it could shoot that high, or that much. I love to see your little guy squirt; I love doing this for you”.
“Oh, That’s so good, Cindy. So good,” were the only words Bill could get out. The only other sounds were unintelligible moans. He’d thought the morning’s orgasm with Kate had been powerful, but this one with Cindy was beyond anything he’d imagined. The first spurt of his cum had shot a good three feet above him, before arcing down to splash on his stomach. The second was almost as powerful, and there were 3 or 4 more before he was reduced to dribbling onto Cindy’s hand. And still she kept pumping him, and encouraging him, until he became too sensitive. Grabbing her wrist he murmured, “Enough Cindy, you’re going to drive me crazy.”, as he pulled her hand off of his penis, and pulled her down for a kiss.
Bill’s kiss was delicious, and Cindy found herself grinding her breasts into her husband’s chest, loving the sensation of her hard nipples against his hairy, powerful pecs. She worried for a moment about her behavior, but she saw only pleasure, love and wonder in her husband’s eyes, and quickly relaxed. “You liked that, huh?” she shyly asked.
He admitted somewhat sheepishly, “I did.” The smirk that Cindy then gave him touched something in him, and he kissed her hard before asking, “You liked that, too, didn’t you? Teasing me like that? What’s gotten into you, Cindy?”
Cindy rose and smiled, and walked into the bathroom. As she did so, she giggled and replied, “It’s not so much what’s gotten into me, as realizing what hasn’t been getting into me.”
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For starters? What do you mean for starters? They get bigger than this? Tony? Really? Oh, geeze Jake, he’s coming to visit this weekend. I wish you hadn’t told me that, honey. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off him. Even though this is the first I’ve ever had, I already know I like, no I love, ‘em big, Jake.
Tell me this is going to make you happy, too. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!
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