Chapter 2

“What’s he doing. Andy?”

“Show her, Andy. She can’t see from down there. Grab her head like I’m grabbing yours.

I mumbled indicating I had something to say and he let me go. “Only if she agrees. That or if she gives up. Then we can renegotiate.”

Eleanore griped with renewed anger, “I’ve been sucking your dick for years. You’ve never sucked even one. And you’ll give up before I do, so bring on the excitement!”

Now, I had been the first guy whose cock she had ever sucked. And I knew how few times she had ever done it. Our experience was just not that different.

But I had given her a way out, so I would not be responsible for whatever happened next. Except that I have seen porn and I knew the kind of cocksucking Johnny was describing. I felt bad about this, but she had really pushed me to my limit.

I grabbed her head and waited for her to shake my hands off. In the past, any time my hand made even the most incidental contact she had no trouble expressing her objection. Too often she told me how I approached her the wrong way. And she did no such thing now.

Johnny resumed slamming his crown against that tiny hanging bag of flesh in the back of my mouth.

So I pulled Elly’s head too, a little less hard than mine was being pulled. She wasn’t ready, there was no tongue, no sucking, and no involvement of her lips. My cock just pushed through empty space until the head bumped her epiglottis too.

There was now a harmony of cocks slamming into throats and no way she wouldn’t recognize that the guttural gagging sounds coming out of us proved we were getting the exact same treatment.

Johnny never stopped. But I loosened my grip on her head, stopped banging the entrance to her throat, and I waited. She had her chance to pull off. But she did nothing. So I copied Johnny again. And when he started to force my head deeper I mirrored that.

His thick cock head plugged the entrance to my throat and got stuck there. I watched the muscles in his arms flex as he pulled. He pulled hard forcing the big peg into a small hole. It was tight and there was a definite stretch as it went in. He didn’t pull back to start over. He didn’t give me a chance to get used to it. Instead he kept pushing until his cock was a couple inches right down my gullet. My lips were crushed into his hairy stomach and his masculine hands never stopped pulling me hard, trying to gain even another quarter inch.

My body rebelled but I suppressed my urge to gag or wretch. It was a continual struggle to let my esophagus be abused. My hands flew to his hips, to push him off, but again I willed myself not to resist. In fact, I slid my hands around to his buns to urge him on before grabbing Elly’s head yet again.

As all that was happening I simultaneously plugged her throat, I felt muscles in there contract, trying to eject my cock head. The mouthfucking sounds changed from a glottal percussion to a very real gagging. I felt her body lurch. I swear I could feel her abdomen contract in readiness to throw up. But she didn’t. To her credit she didn’t give up. For just a second her small hands pushed on my thighs, before she raised them up, only to place them on my own hands which were hugging Johnny’s ass then. Defiantly, she pushed on my hands, impelling his cock deeper into my being. The message was clear.

Next, I pulled her head roughly hoping to hurt her. I’m not proud but it was important that whatever he did to me I did to her. It hurt my throat so I needed to hurt hers. Not a lot. My cockhead went down her throat with a pop. Never had I dared do that before. And then it was buried and it was fantastic! Her mouth had never ever given me so much pleasure. So I flexed my own arms. I pulled hard, like real hard, trying to gain any more depth despite being bottomed out. And she took it without tapping out.

Johnny shoved my forehead, it was almost a hit. He pushed me off, cockslapping my face as I desperately gasped for air. His big dick was coated in spit, slick and wet, when he struck me with it the sound was unmistakeable. He slapped my right cheek, then my left, then my lips, my nose, and my eyes. Spit and precum splashed everywhere, leaving gross streaks all over my face.

I was a few seconds behind him. I shoved my wife’s forehead with a force I didn’t expect. It was almost a palm punch. She surprised me when her lips sucked hard on my shaft, almost refusing to let go. Copying Johnny I slapped her soft face ready to make her take it if she tried to evade the humiliation of dick slapping. I hit her in all the places where I was being hit. I heard the same wet noises. I felt the same sticky adhesion when my cock stuck to her face. I made absolutely sure to get the gook in her eyes like it was in mine. Not once did she pull away. She must’ve been stronger or angrier than I ever knew. That’s how I saw it then.

I had barely caught my breath when Johnny jammed his cock all the way back down my throat. It was easier this time, though not without difficulty. He grasped the sides of my face fucking into me as if I were a pussy. There was no hesitation, no quarter, no holding back. This was a brutal facefucking like any anyone had ever seen in any porn. The echoes resounding in our living room left no doubt what I was about to do to Elly. I reached for her head but the way my body was bouncing on the couchsprings my hands were everywhere, failing to catch her face.

In what was presumably an act of willfulness she actually placed my hands on her face, challenging me to fuck it like I was getting fucked. So I did. Johnny was longdicking me, driving until his sweaty balls were on my chin then withdrawing until only half the leaky crown was between my lips.

So I drove my hips upward until I too felt my balls touch her chin. I too rocked her head back and forth going far enough back so that I almost slipped out. She knew she we were getting fully shafted.

Johnny settled into a predictable pattern. He fucked me roughly for a while then let me breathe. I mimicked the same pattern guilt free. This went on for long minutes. I was proud of my prowess and amazed at hers. As the more rugged of the two of us I should have been able to withstand far more than her. She couldn’t understand what was at stake for me. A man needs blowjobs. Yet, she held her own. If I gave up before she did it would be the end.

Johnny sped up. So did I.

Johnny grunted as he was getting close. So did I.

Johnny’s breath grew rapid in preorgasmic readiness. I could not. He had skipped the point in the cycle where he was supposed to let me breathe. I was out of air. But what could I do?

And then he did it! With his fat log impaled as far as it could go, he let forth with a screaming, pulsing, nut contracting, series of jets that I only felt, never tasted.

I too had failed to let Elly breathe. Her stomach, pressed into my knees, was heaving, trying to get air. I held her skewered on my jerking, twitching cock, knowing I was about to force her to take her medicine. But she fought me for the first time. Banging my thighs with diminutive fists she struggled to get free.

As locked in battle as we were, she was still my wife. I loved her. I cared for her. I let go.

She had her chance to be free. To pull off. But she only pulled part way free. Sucking in huge gasps of air from around my cock she kept her mouth on me, licking me ardently, feverishly, wanting me to cum in her mouth.

I gave her a full slimy load. I felt it drop on her tongue. I felt her lips tighten on my cock just below the ridge. She sucked passionately like every drop was life.

Johnny zipped up and left without a word.

Rising up, Elly approached my face, mumbling as a result of the cumload she was obviously retaining in her mouth, “How wuh ih?”

“It was the fuckingest best!! You’ve never sucked me like that before. Such gusto. Such willingness. How? Why?”

She still wasn’t swallowing. I must’ve damaged her throat. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you? It was too rough, I knew it.”

She still didn’t swallow, and she still mumbled from the fluid she was trying not to spill, “I’hh ne’er had a probrem wih yo’ cock or your cu’ or your teh’nih. My on’y comp’aynt wuh your pre-blow’ob at-ih-ude. You ca’ do wha-e’er you wan’ ah long ah it’s fair an yo’ noh a yerk ubou’ ih.”

She smiled peacefully, serenely, not like a woman who’d just been violently face fucked. “I thi’n yo’ nee’ mo’ meh’-ih-cin.”

She wanted to feed my cum to me again. I didn’t know why but I agreed and we shared one of the most sensual kisses of all time.

She pulled away from the kiss, flushed with excitement, “I meant, how was it to suck a cock?”

“Oh, well it WAS a man’s cock. And I’m not gay. And it was pretty uncomfortable. I wouldn’t do it again, unless…?”

She laughed, “No, I don’t want you to. Unless you DO want to. But I would like…” Then her words ground to a stop.

“I can’t just say it.”

“Why not? We’re married.”

“Well… I tried to say it in the past. Then I tried to show you. I gave you hints but you didn’t listen. When you licked me I pushed your head like you could have pushed mine. I pushed your tongue to my butthole like you could have pushed mine. When you didn’t get the small hints I didn’t try any more.”

“So you want to lick my butt?”

She pushed my arm playfully, “No! I want you to be violent with me. Like Johnny did. Not that I expected him to do that – it was just a lucky surprise that opened my eyes.”

I was totally shocked. To hear that from my tiny fragile wife, “I, um, I liked it: being in your throat.”

“Andy! You can do it everyday since you like it. But you can’t be crude beforehand. That turns me off.”

“Wait! You’re saying I can fuck your face. Make you lick my ass. But I can’t suggest that my cum is a cure for your cough?”

“I’ll never understand women.”

“Probably not. But, Andy, you owe me an orgasm. Can I show you how it’s done? Like, be violent with you?”

“Wow!” I was taken back. I had never understood this woman, “Um, ok, I’ll try it.”

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