Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

It was a great relief to allow my jaws to relax. I heard him moan on the other side and I knew he liked it better. It occurred to me that he was going to go until he finished and I preferred him to finish quick.

The strap hurt my neck but the faceplate was padded – I leaned in closer to the hole in the wall and in doing so participated in assisting him to defile me. I wrapped my lips in his cock just as I had planned to wrap them on my own. He made a few thrusts more and I took the next step by giving it a suck. He moaned again which encouraged me. If I could make it good for him it would be better for me.

I threw myself at my task with intention. I sucked, I licked, I slurped. Everytime I added a new technique he moaned more. My jaws felt better and now that I was sucking he stopped going into my throat so much.

He stopped stabbing into the wall, standing still on his side with just a few inches in me. We both stayed still, I wondered what was next. But nothing happened. And if nothing happened it would never end. I figured he was wanting me to prove my involvement by fucking my own mouth on his cock. I guess no one likes a passive mouth anyway.

I bobbed back and forth as far as the pad and the strap would allow. I resumed sucking. I sucked hard and soft, fast and slow.

I knew he liked it because I could feel his cock twitching whenever I impaled myself deeply. With every twitch I hoped to bring him to climax. Soon getting him off was my only thought. My wife would tickle my balls or touch my ass but the wall prevented that.

I thought of my wife giving head trying to remember what trick of hers I could copy. I imagined being her. I willed him to finish. If I thought hard enough could I make my mouth so inviting as to push him over the edge?

Then a funny thing happened. Pretending to be my wife and seeing her, in my mind, with a big cock being pleasured by her and pleasing her I started to feel what she would have felt.

I too wanted to please this cock and I now felt pleasure sucking it. I grabbed my own dick down between my legs and stroked it while I sucked.

He began thrusting again and I timed my own counterthrusts to maximize our sensual coupling. He started to moan a lot, making love to my mouth. His magnificent cock pulled back and forth lusciously, sliding as slow as a clock's minute hand. My lips were dragged along on the withdrawal then pushed under my teeth on the insertion.

For my part I made my lips into a perfect cocksucking "O" pulling gently on his shaft with my cocksucking lips.

In time, while jerking my cock, I jammed my mouth on his cock prompting him then to jam it into me.

Standing there with a long obscene pole sticking out of me, my orgasm started to build for the second time in an hour. I groaned and moaned with lust as my orgasm seized me. I'm sure he felt my grunting and this set him off.

His cock surged as a huge quantity of juice made its way out of this unknown partner and into my previously virginal oral cavity. The molten seed landed on my tongue like hot lava falling from the sky. It was slimy and wet. My whole mouth felt slick.

He jabbed around in me leaving his thickening cum as an unrequested gift. With my tongue I pushed out a large quantity causing it to dribble down my chest, to mingle with my chest hair, rather than swallow all of it. Though, I wasn't able to avoid swallowing any.

When his business was done he pulled out with a pop. I heard the pop. The noise triggered in me memories of that same pop when my wife reluctantly let go of my cock. That noise always told me she didn't want to stop and now it delivered a message to me as well.

We hit our off buttons. I made a bee line to the bathroom to clean up. My face was a mess. My chest was dripping with sticky cum and spit. And I had also added my own creamy batch on my deflating dick.

The phone rang irritatingly and I answered it. My first words, "You tricked me."

It was Johan. "I didn't, wait, what? What do you mean?"

Tensely I spoke again, "It wasn't me. It was you! You raped me!"

Johan: "I'm sorry, that wasn't me. But… Did you do the one, and then the other?"

I answered, "Yes, first I gave, then I, then I" My voice trailed off. I hung my head low, though Johan couldn't see it. Weakly I answered, "then I sucked."

Johan asked again, firmly this time, "No, no, did you do the other right away? Or did you wait?

My anger got lost. I told him, "I got a drink. Would that? Why? What does it matter?"

Johan spoke slowly with compassion, "If you wait. If you don't do the other right way then someone else can slip in between.

Time ticked slowly. Neither of us said anything for the longest time. Then he broke the silence, Well the machine works pretty good most of the time. I admit there are glitches. I suppose you want me to stop sending the wall?"

I whispered into the phone, "I think you already know the answer." Then I added, "Did you like it when I groaned?"

That was the last time I spoke to Johan. On the phone anyway. Just before he hung up he said, "I like to see them transition, from normal to, how do Americans say it? Suck of cock?"

I couldn't bring myself to correct his English. It would be like admitting it out loud.