Chapter 1

My elegant and tall wife and I were at a couples party: six couples, twelve persons in all. One couple was a gay couple so there were seven guys at the party and five girls.

It was a weekly thing for this group and naturally we played couples games: pass the orange, couples ring toss, and of course, drinking games.

It was quite late and the last game of the night was a version of Simon Says mixed with Musical Chairs. The hosts told us all that when a person lost they had to go out to their car. It was a clever way to end a party.

There was a circle of chairs and each couple sat next to each other. With one person in the center being Simon.

The first person to be Simon was the hostess. She said, "Simon says if you are wearing red switch seats with another person. While people moved she and her husband did two things: they removed one chair and she stole someone's seat. The result was that two people had no place to sit. The last one went out to her car and the second to last became Simon.

The next Simon was this guy, Victor. He wasn't very creative so he said, "If you're wearing blue switch seats. One chair was removed, one more person went to their car, and Tina became Simon.

Tina said, "Simon says share ten facts about your partner in ten seconds or you're out."

I was seated next to the vivacious Lauren and we both started spewing out facts, talking over each other as fast as we could. I did my best to listen while thinking up facts about my wife Layla.

I heard Lauren say, "Steve collects coins, he always falls asleep on the couch, he's overweight, he's a great oral debater…"

I was saying, "Lauren is five-seven, she's twenty-eight, she never falls asleep on the couch, she's not overweight…"

I kinda got sucked into listening to what Lauren said and copying. So after I heard that Steve was a great oral debater that word 'oral' was stuck in my head and I blurted out, "Layla doesn't like oral sex."

The stunned look on Lauren's face said it all. She stopped dead in her tracks and was unable to finish her list. When the ten seconds were up Lauren had to go out to her car. Just before she left she leaned in close to me and whispered, "Really!? Well you made me lose. And guess what – I love it."

It was my turn to be stunned. I sat there stone still watching her go. I didn't mean to share that. And why did she say she loved it? Did she mean receiving or giving? Just what did she intend by telling me this too personal information.

I lost the next round when I failed to do the Macarena. I told Layla she didn't need to hurry because I knew she wanted the prize if she won, a silly pair of crystal ducks. She asked me to pull the car up and wait for her because we were parked far away and she didn't want to walk to the car alone. Then I headed out.

When I stepped outside Lauren was there waiting for Steve, "Hop iiin Alex. I'll give you a liff to your car." It was four blocks so I did. Her magnificent full boobs were practically falling out of her tight blue dress and I enjoyed quite the eyeful as she leaned over to extend the invitation.

I was more than tipsy, she was too, and neither one of us should have been driving. Making small talk I mentioned our drunkenness and she floored me again, slurring her words as she said, "Affer I pick up steve we'll just find a place to park and I'll blow him in the car until we sober (hiccup) up. But I guess you and Layla'll need to find sumpin' else to do."

I offered back, "Yea, we can practice our oral debating skills while you practice the more exciting oral skills." We laughed drunkenly.

With one block to go I apologised for making her lose. She replied, "You're fuckin right you better say your sorries! I really wanted those drystal fucks. You owe me fuster." She really shouldn't have been driving.

Pulling up behind my car Lauren turned to me, "I need a little warm up before I practice with Steve. And you owe me." Then she just bent over and unzipped my zipper.

I shouldn't have let her but she's hot, and I was drunk, and who knew how long it was going to be before Steve and Lauren were done.

It was a first rate slobbery blowjob with lots of tongue, and a little deep throat action too. She was quite the fellatrix. When I came she swallowed it all, even retrieving any last bits from her lips with a manicured finger when she sat up.

"Wow! That was amazing. I'm sorry I took so long – you know, alcohol."

"That wasn't too long." She smiled widely, "I liked it. And mmm tasty." She winked at me then sucked her finger sexily. Man! Steve was a lucky man.

"Well, it's been too long for me. That was the first blowie I've had since I've been married." Instantly I knew I shouldn't have said that either. Alcohol!

I watched her pull up to the house ahead of me. Steve was waiting and they presumably drove off to a secluded spot. Layla came out not long after and we talked in the car. She'd had a good time that night and had even won the crystal ducks.

Sometime before next week's party we had a fight. She'd heard that I'd told Lauren that she didn't like oral. The thought of her talking to Lauren filled me with terror. What if Lauren accidentally spilled the beans?

Anyway, no matter how much I begged she wouldn't forgive me or let it go. The fight got worse and I slipped up and said it was her fault for not giving more blowjobs. It wasn't true. I just wanted to blame her in the heat of the fight.

During the next few days she froze me out, gradually getting less mad until just before we were due to leave for the weekly party. Then something happened and she renewed her anger, simmering hotly without saying a word.

The party was at Josh and Randy's house. Layla spent the night avoiding me but nothing special happened until someone suggested we end the night with a game of Simon Says.

I glanced at Lauren, remembering last week's blowjob, how her boobs had pressed on my leg as she lay across the seats, and also thinking about how far away I was, or actually wasn't, parked tonight. She didn't notice me or even seem to care.

The game went great at first, eliminating one person at a time until finally there were only four of us left: me, Jerome, Layla, and one half of the gay couple. Randy had lost and gone up to bed a half hour earlier.

Josh is a wild guy and when he was Simon he said, "Simon says, pretend to provide a blowjob or cunnilingus to the person closest to you."

I dropped to my knees pressing my face into Jerome's crotch. Sure he's a guy, but he was closest. I'd never noticed before but his bulge felt huge. When it firmed up I got to wondering.

Meanwhile, Layla was distastefully pantomiming at the air an inch away from my covered cock.

At the end of the round Jerome was out because while he had received a pretend blowjob he had not actually given anyone pretend oral sex. He complained that he couldn't do both at once but Josh just answered, "Sixty-nine."

Foolishly feeling snarky I said, "That was the most oral I've ever had from Layla." If looks could kill…

Next, Josh and I sat in the last two chairs and from the center Layla gave the final challenges of the game, "Well, since you're obviously dissatisfied, go blow each other!"

Josh started to get to his knees, then he stopped mid crouch, "Can't catch me. You didn't say 'Simon Says.' "

She regarded him coyly, "And the rules would have allowed it if I'd said 'Simon?'" He agreed wholeheartedly and I was too drunk to see where this was going.

Without missing a beat Layla announced, "Simon says, if you're a cheating son of a bitch who thinks he deserves blowjobs then suck that cock like your life depends on it!"

Josh shrugged, "I would do it, but that's not me."

Sheepishly I looked at the stewing Layla and just knew that somehow she'd found out the whole truth about Lauren. She hissed, "Like your life depends on it."

Josh seemed to know something was up and he seemed more than happy to go along with it. He placed his hands on my shoulders then insistently urged me to the floor, grinning the whole time.

I came face to face with his crotch and Layla was right behind me explaining, "I called Lauren to ask her how drunk you were when you blurted out that I didn't like oral. If she'd said you were too drunk to know better I would've forgiven you. But the skanky bitch wasn't home – Steve was."

Layla had a whole lot more to say, and boy did she, "You know what Steve told me? He said he never begs Lauren for sex. He doesn't go complaining about her publicly to friends either."

She paused pregnantly, "Now, let's see how much you really like oral!" By now Steve's pants were unzipped and I was staring at his yellow underwear through the fly.

I knew she was dead serious. Lauren must have called her back. But why would Lauren confess to her? It might get back to Steve. Especially now that Josh was learning all about it too.

"You know what else Steve said the next time? He told me that Lauren shared all the nasty details of your cheating while she was sucking his cock not five minutes later. That perverted couple got off on talking about her doing you. The bastard said her mouth felt especially creamy and sexy with the residue of your stuff still warm in there."

She let that sink in, "Now, we're gonna find out how sexy YOUR mouth feels with Josh's cum in it." She stroked my face lovingly, but I knew she was feeling anything but love just then.

Joshes pants were on the couch now and I could easily see that what I thought was yellow underwear was really red and black panties with a yellow smiley face on the crotch. There was a caption which read, "I love panties."

Layla bent low so only I could hear, "I guess you're gonna be giving oral to a sissy fag. I always wondered who was the girl in their relationship. Does that make your penance easier? I'd hoped he was going to be rough enough to really make you pay and I wanted you to know how hard it is to suck a manly man. But this'll do. Then we'll start fresh in the morning, as long as you never engage in extramarital oral again."

I was relieved to know I'd be forgiven in the morning. And it did make it easier to think that Josh was the more feminine of the couple. If I'd had to suck a strong virile hunk it would somehow make me the opposite.

Josh spoke gruffly from up above me, "Rip off the smiley face with your teeth."

I knew Layla pretty well and she would never ever let this go until she extracted her pound of flesh. The only way to save my marriage would be to give Josh a stupid suckjob. How much of an idiot had I been to let Lauren blow me. It just wasn't worth it. Never again would I cheat. Never!

I leaned forward and with some difficulty grasped the edge of the yellow smiley with its goofy tongue sticking out. There was a loud rip of velcro, revealing two things to me. The first was that Josh's soft cock looked unbelievably fat. Second, the message on the underwear had been only half visible.

Without the smiley face I could now see that he wore a pair of macho crotchless speedos and the complete message read, "I love panties on my sissy cocksuckers."

Layla burst out laughing, "Josh, you dawg! Does Randy wear the panties in your relationship?"

Josh answered, "More than panties. We've got a whole fem wardrobe. I usually wear BDSM stuff, but he got me this pair for when we go cruising."

Layla was full of questions and Josh was only too happy to fill in the blanks. She didn't know what BDSM or cruising were, but after he explained, it became very apparent that I was in for some epically humiliating cocksucking.

I couldn't take my eyes off his thick sausage knowing it was going in my mouth soon. The next thing I knew Layla was rubbing her dirty panties on my face, "Here. Put these on so you can be the sissy." They smelled of feminine arousal and that spelled trouble, because while Layla didn't arouse easily or frequently, when she did she would let loose. Not in the oral sense, but she got loud and would ride me hard like a cowgirl. Perched atop my cock she had the stamina to go an hour or more. It almost made up for the utter lack of cocksucking.

Minutes later, naked but kneeling on the floor in Layla's white lace panties with the little bow on the back, it felt like my dick could never get hard again…like all of my masculinity had been drained from me. In contrast Josh looked every bit the power top that he claimed for himself in the rugged two-toned gay underwear.

I saw Layla down a shot of whiskey, very unlike her, and begged for one too. With a devious smile she filled a whole tumbler, then just before handing it to me dipped Josh's balls in the amber drug.

I didn't care. I needed a drink too bad – for courage. I grabbed the glass and put the testicle tainted edge right to my lips. It burned and hit me fast.

I looked up at Josh, "OK, I'm ready."

"Ready for what Alex?" It was Layla, mocking me.

I tried again with inebriated groveling. I'd do whatever I needed to do to placate her, "I'm ready to suck your jock cosh. Let's get this fover with."

Josh sneered, "Oh, it's not gonna be quick. In fact, this could be a while. I don't get enough straight guys so now that I've got another one I'm gonna take my time.

Behind me Layla was spitting out her words, "Did you take your time with Lauren? I hope so 'cause the punishment should really fit the crime." In fact, Lauren hadn't taken her time, but I wasn't going to split hairs now.

Josh looked past me and asked Layla, "How long can I have him?"

She replied, "That's between you two. He didn't include me when he made his twisted arrangement with Lauren – or when he let everyone know the details of our sex life. I just need him to feel my disgrace. He needs to REALLY feel it.

Josh spoke to me again, "Hear that Alex we're gonna have fun and I'm REALLY gonna do disgraceful things to you for the next few hours."

I begged, trying to set some limits, "I'll do whadever you want. But how abou' juss an hour?"

"You'll do whatever I want? Does that mean you'll sub yourself for me willingly? I'd like that so it's a deal: one hour."

Standing with her hands laid heavily on my shoulders Layla was obviously ready to push me right into this degrading task, "Go on Josh. Give him the Watergate treatment."

He looked perplexed for a minute then replied, "Oh, you mean a deep throat. Layla, where DO you get your information?"

He started rubbing his softy on my face while talking to Layla at length, "When I suck Randy's cock I deep throat it. But he's built for it – long and thin. Me, what I lack in length I more than make up for in girth."

She was floored, "Wait! You do Randy? I thought he was the girl."

Josh winked, first at Layla, then at me, "Of course I suck his cock. He's my partner. Granted, I'm the top, so I suck it like a top. It's best when I tie him up so I can suck to my heart's content."

Layla acted like she'd been pierced to the core. Her body slumped back to a seated position on the couch, crushing the cushion helplessly beneath the full weight of her falling body.

She was incredulous, "What!? You mean you like it?"

By now he was rubbing his big balls all over my face. I had no choice but to tolerate it in absolute servility.

His voice took on a paternal tone, "Layla, the whole world likes oral. That's not in question. The only question is what flavor of kink anyone likes."

Her face was frozen in stunned silence while Josh went on, "Randy likes it best when he lays on his back with his head hanging off the edge and I fuck his mouth like its a, well, like a pussy. As for me, I like to hold a guy down so I can suck so hard on the head at the moment of eruption that the guy can barely stand the overstimulation. The cum tastes way better that way. And apparently our friend Steve likes to hear about how his wife sucks off other guys while they enjoy their BJs. Then he added, not that I've ever done it, but plenty of guys like when a girl rides their face, really smothering them under their wet cunts."

Layla slowly came out of her shocked trance. She looked me in the eyes, "Is it true? Would you actually like to have your mouth…touch my pussy?"

I could barely contain my enthusiasm, "YES!" I practically yelled with Josh's balls muffling my words, "I've dreamt of it for years." There was a brief look of defeat on her face as her anger completely deflated.

"Enough talk." Said Josh. He moved about the room switching on some blacklight strobe lights and cranking some music he called his 'facefucking mix'.

Josh stepped up, "Ok sissy, put your hands behind your back." This was my first active action for what I was about to do and I felt the shame hotly on my reddened face. I couldn't help but lower my eyes. "Now open wide." He commanded, lifting my chin. This was it. The moment I feared. "Say 'Ahhhh'." The implication was clear. Like a patient about to be probed with a tongue depressor I was about to have my own tongue depressed. Saying 'Ahh' was yet another admission of submission.

With me kneeling for Layla, Josh moved toward me menacingly in a series of strobe induced flashing staccato images. His thick log came closer in increments, hanging there heavily. With no more fanfare or prelude he just lifted the slab and plopped the end on my subservient tongue.

I figured this should satisfy layla. Just maybe she'd even call it off now that I'd so clearly been humiliated. But I didn't hear a peep from her.

I looked over. Layla sat in dismayed silence, noiselessly watching the whole time. I had no idea what she was thinking. Had she forgiven me? Did she think less of me now that a man's dirty dick was being rubbed around in circles on my sacrificial tongue.

Josh certainly didn't take things slowly. He grabbed my head firmly with both hands and stuffed himself all the way into my mouth? Even soft it filled me up. Layla gasped.

Without being hard he started rocking his hips back and forth. His cock didn't thrust as much as it sorta played around in there, squishing itself into every crevice it could find.

He didn't stop moving as he filled out, until shortly the now much thicker dick, forced me to spread my jaws wide. I couldn't help but scrape my teeth on it. It was just that fat. With my eyes I said I was sorry lest he get mad and become even more callous. Looking down on me he said simply, "Don't worry. They all scrape. It can't be helped when your beast is as fat as mine. I'm immune."

So I stopped worrying. He obviously knew what he was doing and I was just a vessel to be used. With my mouth pried open he really went to town, jamming into me repeatedly in merciless strokes. In no time he'd built up to a frantic pace and I figured he wouldn't last long.

When his grip tightened I prepared myself to receive his load. Instead he pulled me roughly against his pubic bone, grinding my face against his body. With this amount of effort the plump head of his meaty organ just barely butted up against the entrance to my throat.

It didn't go in but it was enough to make me gag and cough. Not stopping, he fucked at the back of my mouth a few more times then resumed brutally assaulting my shattered pride.

Somewhere in the distance I heard Layla's awed voice, "So that's what a blowjob looks like." I would've screamed out that this was nothing like a standard blowjob but I was being severely molested at that very moment.

My eyes were watering, and I was coughing with every stab but nothing slowed him down or stopped him from jerking my body this way and that. I struggled to maintain my balance and I don't know why, but I kept my hands folded behind my back the whole time, like a prisoner.

Soon my tears were streaming down my cheeks. Josh just smiled cheerfully, "Make your lips like an 'O', like a butthole for me to fuck. I did my best to bring my lips together into his desired shape. My tighter lips turned him on and I saw my escape in making him finish fast.

I sucked as hard as I could as he worked me over. What would it taste like? Would there be a lot?

Josh stepped over my knees, straddling my face. He angled my head so his cock was pointing downward into my upturned abused mouth.

He leaned over, grabbing my head with his arms instead of his hands, trying to get all the depth he could with his short fat cock. He couldn't go deep but his hips were continuously rocking nevertheless.

From my point of view it was getting monotonous. It wasn't much more than in and out, in and out. Actually, the never ending tediousness became the worst part. He'd said this would take an hour and now I believed him. My mind drifted. I thought of my knees being abraded on the rug. I felt my cock just flopping around inside Layla's lace panties with every jarring tug Josh inflicted on my body. I considered how strange a video this would make in the dark flashing light of the strobes.

I was maybe half way through my ordeal when Randy came downstairs. He was wearing a satin nightgown. He chirped, "I thought I heard my song." He came over to stand next to Josh who let go of my head to throw an arm over his partner's shoulders possessively. It was doubly distressing to have my sissification watched by yet another soul.

His eyes were kinder, "Would you like to take care of me too?" What could I say? I was theirs. I couldn't speak but I acquiesced with a dip of my head.

When he pulled the black gown over his head the blacklights really made his white bra and thong stand out. Us two guys in glowing women's underthings had to be quite the perverse sight. Except that Randy was hard as a rock and my penis was practically invisible somewhere in my sissy panties.

When Josh was ready he

pulled out until just the wide swollen head remained on my tongue. I sucked as hard as I could to collect his sick favor which would free me from Layla's wrath.

Of course, he knew exactly how to make it worse, "Open up wide and say 'ahhh'." And of course he was predictable.

As I let his cock out he retreated about an inch, aiming his weapon at my wide open lips. He started jerking rapidly, gloating that his vile cum would be inside me any second. For all the times people use the word 'cocksucker' as an insult, 'cumeater' should surely be worse. And this is what Randy and Layla were about to see me become.

With the initial spasm the indelible image of a white stream of gunk jetting from a throbbing cock was burned onto my mind. I swear I saw his cockslit spread wide in slow motion when he ejected that first rope. He shot multiple gobs of thick cream which closed the gap between us, polluting the whole of my oral cavity.

Josh delighted in belittling and befouling me. Staring at Layla boastfully, rather than my mouth, while he did it. If my dick could have withdrawn into my body it would have.

From her position on the couch, just to my right, Layla must have surely been able to clearly see the thick liquid pooling on my tongue that Josh commanded me to stick out. At least she was getting her revenge.

About six or seven shots later he pointed and then delivered a few more splats onto my horrified face.

I flinched as it flew in my eyes, on my nose, all over my cheeks, and of course it coated my lips. With a final grunt Josh milked the last drops onto me then went to clean up.

I was paralyzed. What does a guy do when his face is covered in cum and he can't even see?

In a flash Randy was there licking my lips, ingesting all of Joshes goo from my face. If sucking cock and tasting jiz had been gross, having a man's lips on mine was worse.

Layla gave a little disgusted exclamation, saying, "Ew. You…like his stuff? I'm almost certain she was talking to Randy. She jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

When my face was clean, rather than fucking my face as Josh had done, Randy stood still, allowing me to please his cock. First I licked it all over. It was a pleasure not to have a pole that was too big for my mouth, crushing my tongue or being force fed to me.

After licking it I suckled on the tip, gradually taking more and more of it into me.

It had been so long since I'd had a blowjob and the recent memory of Lauren's head bobbing up and down in my lap was still having its effect on me. It seemed wrong to me that a man should ever be denied a blowjob. I had to bring Randy the same pleasure, and figured the way to do it was to bob my head like Lauren had.

Every once in a while I bobbed a little deeper, and when I did Randy's moans became more animated. I started thinking that if I could take his cock all the way down at least one more man would be getting the satisfaction I wasn't.

Gradually I tried to go even further, but failed every time his long thin cock tried to crawl down my throat. It didn't look that thick – why couldn't I do it? I knew it could be done – I'd seen it in porn and Josh had said he deep throated Randy all the time.

I threw myself into the quest to swallow a whole cock. But my efforts weren't enough. Every time it hit the back I pulled away involuntarily. Maybe I just needed Randy to do it for me.

Sucking hard enough to remove the chrome from bumper, I inched my way backward and off Randy's dick. Breathing hard from the blitz of effort I looked into his lusty eyes. I can't say anyone had ever looked at me lustfully before. "Randy, just force me!"

Uncertainly, he wrapped his hands around my head emulating what Josh had done. He squeezed super tight then pulled me down. When it was just about to go in my throat he asked, "Like this?" And I nodded. "You want it rough?" I thought, "Why not? He'll like it better." So I nodded again.

His arms flexed and his biceps tensed and sure enough the thin pepperoni slid right down my throat. Well, it wasn't as thin as it looked and it was definitely a tight fit. Next, just like Josh had done, Randy started to fuck me fast and furiously. Physically it didn't feel great, but emotionally…at least I was a part of a great blowjob even if I WAS on the wrong end of the stick. At least one of us was going to cum in a mouth. Even if my own dick was neglected and limp.

It was at just that moment when he began ramming me fast that Layla came back from the bathroom. Would the freeze-frame strobe light images Layla saw show the bulge in my throat?

Randy was getting into it and got quite vocal, "Oh Alex, I love what you're doing. That's right, use your tongue."

I could feel his excitement build. His cock grew longer too. "Keep doing that buddy. Yea, stroke my balls. Shit, you're better than my ex-wife."

Off to the side I heard Layla catch her breath again so I guess I wasn't the only one who hadn't known.

It may sound strange, but I pictured the two of us in the blacklight strobes in our white girly underwear. I pictured his cock plunging into a sissy mouth in that strange way that things move when lit by strobes, and the visual imagery was too much – I sprang an unwelcome hard-on.

Randy yelled out, "I'm coming! Where do you want it?"

I couldn't decide. Down my throat, on my tongue, maybe on my face like Josh had done? Then Josh answered for me, "Come on his dong. Just pull his sissy panties out a bit."

Obeying Josh immediately, Randy dropped to his knees in front of me. He grasped the front of my panties, pulling them out to expose my hardness for all to see. Then together we watched our hard cocks touch as his erupted and dropped a wet sticky load on my undisciplined dick.

With a thwack the elastic edge of my soiled undies slapped back trapping the slime with my rod.

In a huff, Layla grabbed all my clothes in a bundle, "Come on. We're going home." She didn't sound totally pissed. But she didn't sound pleased either. I followed her out to our car sporting her lace panties and nothing else. The front was partially translucent where Randy's cum made it wet. Fortunately, my cock had completely shrunk to a diminutive status again so if anyone were out on the street they wouldn't see me with an excited dick.

As we sped off I tried to gauge where we stood, "So…we're square now?"

"No. No, we're not! I told you we'd be good, as long as you never ever had extramarital oral again…"

I was panicked, "I promise I haven't. Nine years and Lauren was my only mistake. Ten stupid minutes. I've wanted oral all that time but I always wanted it with you, just you."

"No. You had oral tonight with Randy. And you didn't do it because you owed me. You told him you wanted it."

I was dumbfounded, "But…" she was right that I didn't do it for her. But I was obligated… or… had I really wanted it? I couldn't have.

She sounded stern, "When we get home you're gonna pay." What worse torture could she have in mind? I'd already endured so much.

Walking up the well lit steps to our condo she said, "Oral for oral. You had your fling and now you're gonna get it."

The front door slammed behind us dramatically, "I'm gonna sit on your face for as long as it takes to make you understand."

It sounded too good to be true. Did she really think this would punish me? Maybe she had some evil scheme up her sleeve.

In the bedroom, I laid myself down on my back as instructed, leery that she was going to do something unspeakable to me. If I had to suck cock for my first transgression what would my second bring?

I lifted my hips to remove the wet panties but she demanded I keep them on "to remind me of my sins."

Layla took her time torturing me by walking around my head but not actually standing over me. Naturally, as her husband I've seen her naked body many times and admired her thick bush. But in nine long years my eyes have never been less than a few feet away from it.

Layla then stepped over me in exaggerated slow motion and I watched trembling as she stood over me. With her feet on each side of my head She paused forever, coming no closer. She towered above me with her legs apart, ready to descend. Her face was a study in seriousness.

She finally lowered, then hovered a mere foot away before squatting more. She spread her knees, reducing the distance even more. I licked my lips as I waited for her to lower herself onto my eager face.

"Maybe this punishment will teach you a lesson. Does it smell rank?"

With my eyes closed in ecstasy I inhaled deeply, smiling, but I gave her the words she wanted, "Oh yes, the smell is hard to take."

"Ok then," she demanded, "open your mouth fuckface, and keep your arms at your side." I hoped this new nickname wasn't going to stick?

Mounted over me Layla grabbed my hair and pulled my face against her pussy, "You need to know that you can't mess around." She rubbed my lips tentatively against her clitoris before backing off, not really knowing how to proceed.

My mouth was already open in anticipation as she straddled my face Looking down into my eyes and again lowering her treasure box to within just a few inches of my mouth, she asked, "Are you going to cheat again?" I shook my head earnestly.

I took another deep breath and a long gaze at her gorgeous blonde Scandinavian bush, looming there just inches from my face. I craned my neck to touch the place where I guessed her labia were with the tip of my tongue.

Her pussy was so wet that drops of her juice landed on my lip just before she took the punative plunge and mashed herself down to meet my tongue.

I kissed her pussy fervidly, feeling like I was in Nirvana. I'd waited so long to lick her cunt and I couldn't get enough. She was awkward in her first attempt, applying her full one hundred forty pounds to my contorted face instead of tempering the pressure. I didn't care even as I struggled to breathe and lick her at the same time.

With the first swipe of my tongue she instantly reacted by sliding forward onto my face so that my nose was pinched between her labia. By the sound of her first sexy squeal I knew she was no longer thinking about being mad.

Now with her weight completely on me I began licking deep into her pussy. I opened my mouth even more and forced my tongue out to dab at her clit.

She let out a moan and then pulled apart her soft lips revealing her wet juicy pussy to me for the first time ever. I lapped at the feast on top of me, penetrating as far into the wet slit as my tongue could explore.

Remembering that this was supposed to be a punishment she asked, "Does it taste awful, bad boy? It does, doesn't it?"

Playing into the role I answered, "Yes, it's…bad." though I almost failed to suppress my enthusiasm.

Her pubic hair was somewhat abrasive on my skin – but it didn't matter to me. Layla remarked ambiguously, "I can feel

your nose inside of me."

Meanwhile, her scent was overwhelming. I could barely breathe, and I wouldn't trade places with anyone for the world.

Her lips were still spread as they engulfed mine in an erotic kiss. She rubbed herself on my mouth and chin, her juices spread over me freely. "God, you're so wet!" I cried out, enthralled.

"But isn't it dirty?" She asked both sincerely and to make her point. I feared breaking the spell by confessing out loud how much I loved it. I stuck my tongue into every crevice I could find, nodding in agreement that it was dirty. On some level I did agree that it was dirty – a dirtiness that I wanted to immerse myself in.

My mouth was fastened firmly to her cunt lips as she began rubbing and mashing on me, mercilessly riding me, and driving her opening onto me.

She started to bang my tongue and nose into her pussy and clit respectively. As she got more excited she began bucking back and forth quite feverishly, getting even hotter and out of control. Forgetting her years of rejecting anything oral.

Her cunt was leaving a thin, slick layer of lubricant behind. My lips were completely coated. By now she was slowly sliding her groove back and forth on me, allowing me to nibble her clit each time it presented itself to my hungry lips.

Wriggling in pleasure she continued to grind upon me like she grinds on my cock at other times. My oxygen was again deliciously cut off.

Her pubic hair was becoming matted and wet, but nothing compared to how wet my nose was becoming as it slipped in and out of her inner lips. She pressed her weight against my head, and my nose slid easily all the way inside her.

With her muff surrounding me she mused, "I feel so naughty." She gasped more and more as she bounced up and down, effectively fucking herself with my nose. She then amused herself for a while by seeing how deeply she could force my nose inside her. Shimmying her hips back and forth aggressively, her juices starting to drip down my cheeks. It was like she wanted to try out every conceivable way to apply her pussy to my face all in one go.

Shifting to a new tactic she settled into a comfortable rhythm just like she always does, except instead of grinding on my cock for long periods of time she ground tightly against my mouth.

As her desire grew, her actions became even more violent. She sat up slightly, and slid her hand between her legs. I watched with anticipation, and as yet unsatisfied lust, as her fingers disappeared in her dewy hair. I thought she might ease off to frig herself, but if anything, she only humped my face harder.

I drank her sweetness trying my best to lick around and between her anxious fingers.

I separated her pussy lips and then I pushed my tongue as far as I could into the place where she wanted it to be. I reveled in the sensation of her tight canal surrounding my tongue.

All I could see from this vantage was her bouncing, pendulate breasts as she humped on me mercilessly. I was forced to close my eyes as she slid long inches from one end to the other. On the most Northerly end of the trip her bung grazed my nose. Whereas on the most Southern journey her clit pinpointed my chin. Her groaning was fairly continuous by this point, and she was starting to pick up speed. All of my face was slick with her arousal to the point where I was afraid to open my eyes. Well, no matter. I was finally eating her twat and I was going to give it my all.

Whether for her revenge or for her own selfish pleasure and needs, she pounded her clit on my face, relentlessly grinding on my tongue in every way she could in a selfish desire to achieve the most pleasure. She never considered my comfort and from all her limited experience with cunnilingus didn't know that she needed to.

Her moans growing louder she began to tighten her thigh muscles and she slammed on my tongue with a violent sexual energy. I couldn't get enough, and neither could she.

Layla thrashed around with years of pent up energy as she approached orgasm.

Then she had a screaming orgasm and I shot a giant hands free load of cum in my panties to mix with Randy's. It was my first orgasm since Lauren and it was a thousand times better. I stayed clamped to her, as her orgasm subsided, the whole inside of my mouth was coated with her nectar.

Then in sudden relief she relaxed, smothering me anew. Suffocating below her I was satisfied at last.

She resumed her normal prudishly demeanor, "Alex, I know you want me to, with my mouth, your thingy. But after seeing it tonight I don't think I could ever put a penis…. Besides, oral is just too rough for me.

I would have surely told her that oral could be gentle and loving but my mouth was being roughly engulfed and I was quickly running out of air anyway.

She lifted up just a little, to look at my happily exhausted face, "So I just want to make sure you hear my warning loud and clear…"

"If you ever have extramarital oral again you're gonna pay. Like, If you get with Lauren and Steve, then I'm gonna have to do this to you again. Every time. Even if you sneak away with that skanky couple at this Saturday's party on the couch in our basement."

She took her time climbing off my pussy-smeared face. Standing up slowly, her knees stiff from such a long workout, she lifted herself up she gazed down at me. What a sight my face surely was, covered in her drying secretions. Inside my heart was filled with joy. Outside I worried she would change her mind if I enjoyed the punishment too obviously. All she gave me was a tiny Mona Lisa smile. Then she went to shower.

I lay back catching my breath, exhausted by the face pounding I had just endured.

We only had normal boring sex the rest of the week. Not even a hint of oral. Our secret mutual denial hung heavy in the air. We didn't speak of it and I doubted my understanding of it often.

On Saturday I was so mixed up. I didn't know what I should do. What if I made the wrong choice? In a sea of indecision I went down to look over the potential scene of the crime. There was a sheet I'd never seen before spread out on the couch. But I could still be wrong…

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