Chapter 3

But, just as she did when she and I were alone, she was waiting for him to cum as proof that it was the touching or the words that had the effect. Of course, he didn’t cum.

Finally my sexy snow queen gave me a questioning glance, “There’s only one thing left to try.” She pointed the imposing spear at me, “it’s your turn to put your lips on it.”

“Pipa, I don’t know about that!? I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Come on, Jack, I put my lips on his big dick.” And when I heard her say ‘big dick’ my own grew two inches. “You have to do it. The strength of the pack is in the wolf.”

Defeated by her insistence and my own throbbing dick I bent over fearfully touching my lips ever so l lightly to the demanding and needy cock.

And with my lips on the manly beast she put her mouth next to my ear and whispered the word clear as day: “Blowjob.”

She sat back to appraise the results, “Look! You’re BOTH big.

Then she said the word again but with a sexual excitement in her voice I had never ever heard before: “Blowjob!”

Looking to me expectantly our guest joined in: “Blowjob!”

A second later and the two of them were spitting the word out of their mouths: “Blowjob, bulowjob! BLOWJOB. Blooowjobb.”

I was warming to the idea. I mean, what I really wanted to see was my wife giving Mark’s big cock a blowjob. But if all she did was say the word with such desire then I could be the one to blow his cock.

Mark had his own answer to the dilemma, “You should both suck my cock together.”

Pipa seemed to not even know he was in the room. Looking deep into my eyes with a heaving chest she pronounced, “Baby, I think I was wrong. It IS the words. You’re always right. He said those words and now I have this uncontrollable urge to suck his cock. It’s the words, Jack!”

I was so incredibly turned on hearing her talk about sucking a cock, I practically screamed, “Yes, it’s the fucking words.”

Instead I exclaimed in great zeal, “Oh. Well, then you should suck this cock!” I waved it at her.

My yearning to see her lips sucking a cock, any cock, gripped me tightly and I whispered hoarsely, “It’s OK. Suck it.”

She pressed her full red lips to the bottom of his pulsing rod. I was enthralled. But when I noticed her throat muscles swallowing and her lips pursing as she sucked on the one little spot where she’d made contact my own cock started pulsing to match her rhythm even as it was confirmed that she had no idea what a blowjob actually was.

Mark was like, “No, you gotta lick it too. And suck on the end.”

The look on her face of utter bewilderment was palpable. I wanted to see her plunge down on Mark’s cock. To lick it till it was slick. To slide her lips up and down. To bring it to the back of her mouth and just maybe to take it down her throat. How long would it take her to comprehend even the best directions we might give?

So I offered to help, “It needs to be slick first.” She didn’t understand so I elaborated, “lubricated… slithery…” And saying so I just knew there was only one way. Time possibility somehow I don’t know. I can’t imagine quite a bunch of these things anger and intelligence Cathedral

Taking the big cock from her hand and grasping it firmly I ran my tongue all over the thick spear’s shaft. “Now do that.”

I gave it back to her and she licked the base all over to Mark’s loud delight. My own dick pulsed and twitched more strongly as I fought the urge to waste my load on the bedspread. “Am I doing it right, Jack?”

Mark said, “You’re doing amazing darlin’. Now Jack, show her how to grease the knob.”

Turning to face me she asked with total innocence, “Grease…the…knob…?”

Mark never waited for me to answer. He just grabbed my head, pulling my lips to his shiny bulbous helmet while jamming the cum-whetted knob into me. And I felt Pipa’s eyes on me the instant it started.

It felt hot and alive and I swear I could feel his heartbeat. And it needed one of us to suck it. So I swirled. I lapped. And I let strings of saliva fall onto his club, finally giving the end a kiss before handing it back to Pipa.

My eyes were riveted on the place where her lips touched his cock. She wrapped them around the fat end swirling and lapping as I had demonstrated. She only did it for about a minute until she pointed it back to me, “What next?”

Gobbling up the big cock I plunged deep then bobbed repeatedly wanting nothing more than to bring him close to his climax. I didn’t know how tiring it was to suck a cock, so growing weary I stopped to catch my breath, “Your turn.”

She bobbed as I had and it was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen in my life. She didn’t grow tired like I had and apparently there was no stopping her.

Eventually, Mark thrust wildly into Pipa’s mouth screaming, “Oh yea! Eat my slimy spunk!” With a series of loud grunts and groans I witnessed his balls contract along with multiple spasms while he creamed her virginal mouth with his spoo.

Tough as nails trooper that she was, she took it all, never once trying to pull off or complain in any way. But when he was done she didn’t stop either. Her cheeks were hollowed out as she sucked every last drop of cum through Mark’s tube.

Finally, with much thrashing and evasive jerking, he pushing her off exclaiming, “Shit! It gets too sensitive. You gotta stop at the end.”

If she noticed, she didn’t care. Sitting up she wiped her lips with two fingers then Pipa slapped my arm with her other hand and I was sure the unexpected disgusting flavor of Mark’s cum had infuriated her. “Mmm, that’s better than igunaq.” There was no escaping the broad smile that had crept across her face. “All this time I could have been devouring your slimy spu-unk and you never once offered it to me.” And for good measure she slapped my shoulder again, licking her fingers clean.

Then it was my turn to grin, “Tell you what, if you and Mark suck my big cock I’ll be sure to let you devour my slimy spunk.”

A tiny shiver ran through her sexy body, “Oh those words. Say ’em again, Jack.”

I laid down where Mark had been as he got up next to Pipa. “I want you and Mark to lick my big cock all over then I’m gonna feed you all my slimy spunk.”

Pipa practically dove onto my cock taking it half way in on her first go. She left barely any room for Mark but he squeezed his head down between my legs sucking my balls into his mouth.

She started sliding her lips up and down, plunging my cock into her mouth, then she suddenly stopped, “Use the words, Jack. Use them all.”

“Yes Pipa. Suck me, suck my cock like a good girl. Suck it hard and I’ll give you my creamy treat. Yes! Suck the crown. Tongue the frenulum… Lick my meatus…”

It had been barely a minute before I couldn’t hold out any longer, “Here it comes. Eat my spunk, baby!” And I filled her up as fast as she could swallow.

Exhausted I fell back onto the bed only to suffer the same fate Mark had, “Aagh, stop. Whoa that’s too much.”

For the second time this evening she sat up wiping cum smeared lips, stuffing my errant splooge back between into her mouth with a huge smile. Mystified, I asked, “Still better than iguanak?”

Pipa corrected me, “Igunaq.” Next, without knowing why I wasn’t keen on the idea she bent over to kiss me, “Here, have a taste for yourself.” At least the bitter crap wasn’t Mark’s.

She was ecstatic, “Yummy, right?” I made a sour expression. “How soon till you can do it again? Because I want it with breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“Give me five minutes and you can have another. But honestly, It’s only normal to do it once a day.”

I’d forgotten about Mark until he added, “If it’s alright with you I can provide a serving a day too.”

I started to object, “Hang on there. She’s MY wife…” Then the absolute heat of seeing her with a cock in her mouth overtook me again, “But if I can watch…”

“If you watch you gotta help her like today.” Reflecting on the experience I agreed with a nod. Mark continued, “And I’m gonna want to finish in your mouth once in a while.”

Pipa ribbed him with her elbow, “Hey! That’s supposed to be mine.”

“But you have Jack whenever you want him. Don’t be greedy. There’s plenty to share.”

Pipa kissed me, “Yea, we’ll share like this.” There were definitely some things about this I didn’t like. But it certainly wouldn’t be boring.

After Mark left I asked, “Pipa? What on Earth gave you the idea that we should have a man into our bedroom?

She fell into deep contemplation. At first she said, “You have needs… I have needs… He had needs…” but then she rejected that as the reason.

At last she had an answer for me in the form of one of her sayings, “a bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.”

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