Erin Ch. 14: A Good Fucking

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Erin Ch. 14: A Good Fucking

By Jonathan Quincy Graves

{Note: This is the fourteenth in a multi-part story series cataloging the progressive evolution of a relationship between a dominant woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning. Go to: Erin Ch.01: Female Led Relationship. JQGraves}

“What would you say to a good fucking?” Erin asked me.

Well, DUH. What would any red-blooded male say to an invitation like that from a beautiful woman? Especially a male whose cock had been restrained by a crown of thorns chastity device for far too long? The answer was obvious, and I did not hesitate to answer in my usual eloquent manner, “You bet.”

We were just out of the shower… Well, Erin was just out of the shower, I was just off of the porcelain bowl after my first ever deep, cramping enema. Earlier this evening, she’d told me we were going to, “try something new.” She made that pronouncement after pushing a soap stick up my ass and sealing it in place with a butt plug. Both experiences were new to me—we’d never before tried anal play—but she also said Michelle’s husband, Jason, “has grown to love it,” which I find very hard to believe. Erin’s friend, Michelle, is Satan in a dress. I cringe every time Erin mentions her name. I would definitely not want to be Jason, married to Michelle.

Now maybe what Erin was actually referring to was the analingus I performed on her while we were still in the shower. That was also something new. And I can easily see Michelle demanding that service from Jason. And while I did not “love” doing it, exactly, I could grow to like it because of its orgasmic effect on my wife. Provided I did not have to deal with a soap stick up my ass followed by a rinsing enema each time we did it.

“Go lay on the bed,” Erin said, “and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said with enthusiasm. “Erin,” I added hesitantly before exiting the bathroom, “I enjoyed pleasing you in the shower, and while I may not grow to love it as much as you say Michelle’s husband does, I will be happy to do it with you again. But could we forgo the soap-stick-slash-butt-plug thing? That was really uncomfortable.”

Erin laughed as if I had made the funniest joke she’d heard all week, then smacked my bottom and said, “Get on the bed, I’m not done with you yet.”

Erin likes to put up her hair before retiring so it does not get tangled while she sleeps. So, I preceded her into the bedroom and made myself comfortable on my back with my head on a pillow against the headboard so I could watch her entrance from the bathroom. There’s nothing like watching the approach of a nude woman, who is in the mood for sex, as she exits her bath. My member was standing proud and tall in anticipation. I kept my hands away from it, thanks to years of training and discipline from my wife. Early in our relationship, she’d impressed upon me I did not own a dick; she owned a dick.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, I was disappointed. She was wearing her terrycloth robe. The robe is not unusual attire for Erin. It is very plush and soft, and she frequently wears it after her shower. It’s just that with sex in the offing, I thought she might not bother putting on something she will be taking off again in less than a minute. She wore a smile canlı bahis on her freshly scrubbed face, radiating both satisfaction from the sex she enjoyed in the shower and the anticipation of sex we were about to enjoy on our Queen-sized bed.

Erin approached the end of the bed, pulled the hem of her robe above her knees and crawled up toward me.

“You look good enough to eat,” she said as she grabbed my ankles, pulled me down the bed off of my pillow and spread my legs. My member drooped at half-staff from lack of physical attention during my wait, but that quickly changed as she took me into her mouth and eased down the entire length. Her head bobbed up and down while her tongue worked its magic as she took the length into her throat.

I groaned with the painful bliss of stalling an immediate orgasm. I told myself I should think of something unrelated to sex, like… Like, the entanglement of quantum particles at a distance, or… Or why does the neighbor’s cat prefer to use our rose garden for his toilet?

Erin lifted all the way off with a “pop” and said, “You’d best not come prematurely. I’ve got plans for you tonight, and they do not include your popping off down my throat.”

“I’m only human,” I said with a grin. “Plus, I’m a man, and men are not known for their ability to remain calm under the treatment you’re giving me tonight.”

“In that case, it might be wise for us to move on to the fucking. Make sure you do not come until I say you may.”

Erin lowered her mouth oh so slowly and again engulfed my member while maintaining eye contact. With her forearms, she pushed my thighs out wider, spreading me into an even more open position. She continued her slow rhythm, then I felt her caress my testicles with one hand while she probed my ass with a finger—a very well-lubricated finger.

Erin has milked me before, to relieve a case of blue balls without giving me an orgasm. I had the distinct impression orgasms were in the cards for tonight, so I was unsure what she had in mind. When she replaced one slick finger with two, and then three, I decided to go with the flow. Her deep throat technique, even at a super slow pace, was more than enough to stave off any concerns about possible milkings.

“Close your eyes,” Erin said.

I did so. I was so deep into the pleasure of this scene I was floating in that sightless world filled with tactile sensations.

Erin brought my legs in and draped my knees over her shoulders as she rose and knee-walked up the bed, lifting my bottom a couple inches off the mattress. Then I felt it. Something not Erin. Something large and bulbous between my cheeks at the entrance to my ass. My eyes sprang open as the pressure against my opening gradually increased. This was no butt plug, but a long, thick, ersatz cock.

“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised at the sudden left turn this evening had taken.

“I’m giving you a good fucking, as I promised. Now relax. You’ll love it. But even if you don’t, this time, I expect that I will.”

“But, but I don’t want…”

“Hush,” Erin scolded. “Just go with it, darling. Concentrate on opening yourself to me. I know you’re a virgin when it comes to being fucked. We women have all been where you are tonight—on your back under a person of the opposite sex, nervous and fearful at taking your first cock, so I’ll go slow.”

“It’s too big,” bahis siteleri I said. It felt like Erin was impaling me with a baseball bat.

“Nonsense. It’s only a little fatter and longer than your own cock, and I just took your entire length into my throat. I’m sure you can manage this jell cock up your boy pussy.”

The pressure continued to build, and I tried to relax, but it was impossible. The muscles at the entrance to my anus clenched shut but soon tired, and the head of Erin’s strapon forced its way in.

“Take it out!” I cried. “It’s too big! It hurts!” My own shaft, which grew so solid in Erin’s mouth, was shamed in comparison with the monster invading me and lay limp on its side on my belly.

“Shh, shh. I know it hurts, honey. There is always a little pain involved the first time, but concentrate on the pleasure you are giving your partner. It will get easier soon, and in time perhaps you may learn to love it as much as Jason does.” Erin stopped the pressure while she encouraged me with her calm, reasonable voice. She kept the head of her plastic cock embedded in my ass, but did not push it further. This did not last. When she finished talking, she forced it in another inch then eased back, but followed up by driving in two more inches.

I could beat Michelle to death, I thought, and Jason too. I’ve yet to meet him, but if the little wimp’s love for getting fucked by his wife was responsible for encouraging Erin… “Augh. Stop. It’s too big!”

“You’ve only taken a quarter of its length so far, you pussy,” Erin said, as she eased it out so that just the head remained embedded, then slowly thrust forward again. Each forward thrust went a little deeper, and each one seemed on the verge of tearing me in half.

“I love looking into your eyes as I fuck you,” Erin said. “Look back at me. Look into the eyes of the person taking your cherry. You look so cute and serious with your brow all furrowed. Did you ever think you’d be fucked by a cock even bigger than your own? For your first, I picked one only a bit bigger, but every woman dreams of taking a really big cock from a strong, virile man.” Erin was turning herself on while talking to me, and her thrusts gradually increased in both depth and speed. Her robe still covered her shoulders, but gaped open in the front, revealing her breasts with nipples as hard as I’ve ever seen them. They bounced and swayed with each thrust of her hips.

The pain had peaked for me, and although it did not recede, it was almost bearable. I just could not get used to the idea of being on the receiving end of a hard, male member, even a jell imitation.

Erin’s breath came in gasps now as she thrust deeper and quicker with her hips, taking the strapon almost out, then back in with a deep, unstoppable glide to its full length. I suppose I should have been grateful for the ample lubrication Erin used to coat her weapon before she left the bathroom, but I could see no upside to what I felt. I was being wholly and truly fucked.

Erin must have fucked me for at least ten minutes, and whatever was at her end of the shaft did its job stimulating her as the length and girth of it impaled me. I could see that my wife was approaching climax as her hips moved ever more quickly until she slammed the dildo as deep as it would go and held it there as she shuddered in orgasmic fulfillment.

As I watched her bahis şirketleri tremble above me, I was surprised to realize my own flesh and blood cock once again stood straight out from my body. I could hardly believe it. There was nothing in my experience that led me to think I might enjoy being fucked. I didn’t enjoy it. It was painful and degrading. I hated it. But something… maybe the pressure against my prostate? Something made me hard, gave me an erection as stiff as it ever gets.

When Erin finally came down to rejoin the living, she smiled at me with a smile reserved for the supremely contented. “That was wonderful,” she said. Looking at my groin, she added, “And I see you enjoyed it too.” She took my tool in her fist and pumped.

“No, I didn’t. I hated it,” I said.

“Oh, don’t be like that. Sure, the first time is difficult. My first was difficult for me too. But you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, at least a little, towards the end. Your cock says that it wasn’t all bad.”

I didn’t know what to say, so did not respond. My body betrayed me.

Erin unstrapped the dildo from around her waist, leaving it embedded in me to its artificial balls. Using her knees beneath my ass, she walked me up into a somersault position, my toes on the bed above my head, my cock and balls hanging above my face. She kept stroking my cock as she did, so it remained hard and straight, aimed directly down.

“A good girl doesn’t take a boy’s cock into her pussy on the first date, you know. Often, she’ll fellate him first, which can mean taking a mouth full of cum. Open wide, my good girl. I told you we were going to try something new tonight. This is a night of firsts for you. I took your cherry, but your night would not be complete if you didn’t end up swallowing some man-cream direct from the source.”

My prick was inches away from my mouth, but Erin had it well aimed as her strokes became firmer and faster. My release was approaching, and I tried to hold it off. As Erin pumped my dick with one hand, she took hold of the dildo still in my ass and worked it in and out to the same rhythm. It slid against my prostate, and the pumping added to the mounting pressure.

“Open wide,” she repeated. She took great pleasure watching me fight against the natural reactions of my body as I tried not to cum all over my face. “Open your mouth, darling, then you may cum,” she said, sternly. She lowered her mouth to my scrotum, sucked a testicle in past her lips and massaged it with her tongue. When I still did not open my mouth, shaking my head from side to side, she put pressure on my nut with her tongue against her teeth and stretched my sack by pulling her face away.

“Augh,” I groaned as the pain grew along with the approach of my orgasm. Finally, I gave in and opened my mouth just as I began to spurt. Jets of cum hit my lips, my cheeks and the back of my throat. I swallowed out of reflex. Erin continued to pump, and I continued to eject large blobs of slime. Freed after weeks of forced abstinence, I had a very full load. When I finally stopped spurting, she grasped my member at the base and slid her fist down its length, milking out the very last drops which splashed on my chin.

Erin reduced the pressure on my bent spine and withdrew the dildo from my ass, leaving me strangely empty back there. Before letting me uncurl, she scooped up the stray blobs of jism on my cheeks with a finger and deposited them in my mouth. “You missed some, darling. You must work on your aim.” She giggled. “A good girl can’t let herself be seen with a man’s cum on her face.”

END of Erin Ch: 14

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