I was in a kind of fugue as Jan led me gently upstairs to the master bath. She pushed me into the shower and washed me in an almost maternal fashion. The warm water mixed with the persistent, but soft movements of her hands submerged me in comfort with higher thought hidden away. Without being conscious of the transition, I found myself leaning against the shower, legs spread, unresisting has her finger slid in and out of my ass. How quickly one yields. How quickly one falters. To be honest, though, the comfort I was lost in was heavily tinged with a craving for possession- as in, to be possessed. I don't know how to describe it if you've never had a hint of it. It's a deep need to make someone else happy mixed into an alloy with lust and it seems to slowly spread over you until you're locked in. Until you love being locked in.
"You're being so good, baby", she murmured as a second finger slid in on one of her thrusts. "Kar was just like you- that's how I know you two are perfect." Perfect? She was right, in a way. It was clear that Karen had a similar history with Jan. What I didn't understand is how I missed all this the first time. I also didn't have time to think about it, gasping as her fingers vanished. She stepped out of the shower and the water went icy. "Stay," she barked as I went to hop out. She twirled a finger around and I dutifully spun, the erection I was barely aware of vanishing.
"Out," she ordered, ending the brutally cold stream. I should be ashamed to say that I marched like she wanted, without uttering a word of protest, but I'm not. It was the moment. She moved me about, drying me off with a large, soft towel. Her motions remained a kind of affectionate mixed with business-like. At the end of the toweling, she was kneeling in front of me, her own body still damp and perfect to me. She grinned and licked her lips before asking, "Remember how much you liked the feel of my tonsils?" Her hand stroked over my balls, my cock twitching and beginning to slowly harden. "Close your eyes, think back."
She was obscenely good at sucking cock. I've had a wide range of blowjobs in my life, but the she did something more. It will sound ridiculous, but she made love to cock and using her hands, her mouth, her tongue, the occasional fleeting graze of her teeth, she created a new state. You can imagine my disappointment when I felt the cage slip over me. I started to protest as she quickly locked it into place. It was almost as if she had practiced. She ignored my plaintive, "No! Please!"
"There's something you should know," she said as she stood. She hooked one hand around the back of my neck and suddenly shoved me over, pushing me until my face was against the cool surface of the sink. Her other hand slapped down onto my ass, the noise echoing in the bathroom. "Little boys," she began, her hand clapping down again. "Little girls. Little... in betweens." Each pause was punctuated by her hand. My ass was growing hot, the stinging edging towards fierce. I could have stood up, but I rested my head there, taking it. "Don't. Say. No." Her hand bunched in my hair and I followed her lead to stand up. She took my face in both hands and slowly kissed her way around it, ending by nipping at my bottom lip.
She drew me back into the bedroom, positioning me in front of the bed. Have you ever been guided into a pair of pink panties with the words "cock lover" printed on them? No? It's a unique experience. Try it locked into a chastity device with thoughts of your girlfriend being used by both the woman doing the guiding and a man with a giant cock, if you want the absolute full effect. Maybe that will explain why I knelt down quietly when she snapped and pointed. She raided her bag again. She scolded me to stay in place when I turned to look- she was playing with the television, putting a dvd in. After a moment, she settled down on the bed. She nonchalantly drew her knees up, spreading her legs apart. She snapped her fingers and pointed at her pussy as she toyed with the remote with her other hand.
Yes, I crawled up the bed. I could have found a more dignified way or I could have stepped away. I could have yelled out the safe phrase now, when Karen couldn't over hear it. No, I literally crawled up, kissing my way up her legs. Soft, wet kisses paired with cool gusts of air. I wasn't just hopping to it, I was invested. I wanted to be what she wanted, someone who knew to lick when she snapped. My tongue flickered its way along her lips, teasing them. I inhaled her as I did my best to, well, worship her.
She started letting out soft sounds of happiness as I slowly teased with my tongue. I was aware of her reaching for her phone again, her fingers twitching out messages. I inhaled deeply and tried my best to not worry, but each buzz caused a pavlovian reaction; my tongue would speed up and I could feel my cock twitch inside its cage, desperate to grow. When she'd set the phone down and watch the screen, I found myself slowing again, switching to a more luxurious pace. Her thighs clamped down on my ears as she had a slow orgasm, almost growling at me as she came.
"Fuck," she panted out. "So easy to forget how good you are at that." Her hands began to stroke my hair as she urged me with a throaty whisper, "Again. Do it again." She reached out, fiddling with things as I began over, kissing her thighs once again.
"Thumb," she ordered. I closed my eyes and sighed, as deep a sigh as I believe I've ever known. It came from deep down in parts of me that didn't want to finish yielding, didn't want to just cave, but that sigh was the sound of those parts quitting. I unlocked my phone for her, gave her access to everything. To my surprise, she just opened my earlier exchange with Karen. I returned to worshipping her clit, jumping when my phone buzzed, dancing a bit on her lower stomach.
Karen: I miss you, baby!
Jan wagged her finger as I went to reach for my phone, pointing. I didn't argue, just began licking again. Jan's finger wagged each time it buzzed. Her message was clear; she came first.
Karen: Don't you miss me?
Karen: Baby?
Karen: You better not be getting in trouble without me!
The fifth time it buzzed with a picture. I lifted my head and froze- Karen had sent a picture and she was dressed to the nines. If I had been out with her, I'm sure I would have been strutting. Usually, she has a classic style, almost demure, but she had almost ventured into trashy. Her makeup and her cleavage- surprisingly highlighted- painted her as a woman with an urge.
Jan reached out again and handed me dildo from early. She smirked as I ran my hands over it, felt its weight. She spread her thighs more, an invitation. I felt my anxiety growing as Karen's picture stared up at me. Jan must have turned of the sleep feature and this new, hungrier Karen was watching as I positioned the heavy toy and began to push. Jan's hand clenched my hair.
"Something this big needs lubrication, but you wouldn't know that." I've always thought my cock was a good size, but I actually felt that land and cling like a barb in my ego- the comparison was brutal. It was hard to feel confident with my hands filled in a way they had never been by my dick. She watched my eyes flick to the phone. "I'll answer for you, but only if you add the lube." She tapped my mouth. It struck me how often she had said "suck my cock", playfully, while we dated. I jerked as the phone buzzed twice.
Karen: Should I undo another button?
The next picture was showing even more of her. What can I say? I opened my mouth, surprised at how wide it had to go just for the tip. Jan snatched up my phone and tapped out a reply.
"Lap it! Lap at it with your tongue and I'll let you see." I immediately slid my mouth off, thought back to the porn I'd watched, to the best blowjobs, and I'm afraid I tried to mimic it. My tongue was dripping wet as I lapped around the toy- around the giant cock- as if it were the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. It would have been easier if it had already been deep inside Jan, if it had been covered in a taste I was beginning to crave again. Instead I felt like one of those cam whores I'd see on streaming porn sites. She rewarded me by showing me my phone.
Me: If you undo another button, you won't be able to control the audience.
Karen: Oh yeah? Would you blame me if that happened?
Me: Some of it would be your fault, but you can't control how perfect you look.
"That should be wet enough, darling," she said as she pulled the phone away. "Ask me nicely to give me what I need, a nice fat cock." She moved the phone in front of her and started tapping, alternating the stick with the carrot. I begged. I begged her to let me fill her with it. I blushed when I told her how I didn't compare and I wanted her to be happy. You don't know what insignificance feels like until you watch your ex's pussy slowly spread and swallow a toy that's only ALMOST as big as one of your current girl's past lovers. It took time and effort, in a way I had never needed before, before I was slowly fucking her with the monster. She flashed the phone at me again.
Me: On the other hand, you'd owe me one. I'd want two for one passes.
Karen: You monster! It'd serve you right I came back with six for you.
