mercy throat-fucking
the fufillment of a need
Lynn and I did not have a sexual relationship in that we were not lovers or partners, but we could talk about sex. And though she was not gay, she’d had a couple of masturbation adventures with my (mostly gay) then-girlfriend Annie.
A few months earlier when she was supervising me on a mushroom trip, she had, with deep compassion, watched me mirror masturbate, orgasm to the sight of my own face, and lick my semen off of a hand mirror that she held. We never talked about that but there is no way to turn back from such psychic intimacy.
One evening we were talking about unmet sexual needs, and she admitted one of hers: she wanted to have her throat fucked. Not to give a blowjob, but rather to have her mouth fucked deep and hard, beyond the point of control. She craved the total submission and struggle with her gag reflex.
She had never experienced this. Neither her longtime ex-husband (who was probably gay) nor her current boyfriend (sexually conservative, older and inexperienced) were up to such a thing. But she thought about it a lot, masturbated to the desire every time she fucked herself. And she thought it might never happen.
She was admitting her desire, not propositioning me. I could relate, and I was grateful for several experiences of mercy cunnilingus that I had been bestowed. I could relate to her deep and yearning thirst for life and respected her honesty.
We were silent for a while. Then I said, “I’ll do that for you.”
“You will?”
“That’s what I said.”
She looked bewildered for a moment and said, “Yes, please.”
I instructed her to undress. She stood up and disrobed in front of me.
“Kneel in front of me and tell me what you want.”
“I want my mouth fucked. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Good girl. Say please.”
“Please, fuck my mouth.”
“Are you thirsty?” I was playing with the pleasure of her desire, embarrassing her, and inviting her to soak in her exposed need.
“Yes,” she said.
I undid my jeans and slipped out of them, along with my undies. My cock sprung up and out and I could see her eyes transfixed. This was not to be about me; it was about her desire and her fulfillment, of which I was now to be a servant. I clasped the sides of her head and guided her toward the tip of my cock.
Once my penis was in her mouth, I pushed, gently at first, and when she gagged a little and groaned with delight, I gave her more. I have been on the receptive end of having my mouth fucked and knew of that delight. I took control and pushed her head down onto my cock.
Then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as she stared at my face.
“That’s all you’re getting,” I said.
She took me seriously for a long moment, with a look of sadness and disappointment in her eyes. Then I pushed her onto my cock again and fucked her mouth harder than I’ve ever done to anyone. She had told the truth about her need; this was not some idle fantasy but a deep craving, and I was taking cosmic pleasure in fulfilling her.
I stopped and said, “Let’s get onto the bed.”
She nodded. I told her to lay on her back, with her head supported by a pillow. I undressed the rest of the way and got into a 69 position with her. I clasped her hips, and the moment her mouth was around my cock, I thrust downward, as she let out a series of choking grunts of despreate delight.
I was looking right into her blossomed cunt, close though to smell her, but did not dare taste her. I could have dipped my tongue into her slit or sucked in her labia, but that would have been a distraction. And I knew that to deny her pussy its pleausre was to emphasize the oral gratification that she needed. But it was tempting. I focused entirely on pleasuring her mouth and felt my ejaculation building in my loins.
It was unbearably gorgeous to fuck her this way, but I let on no sign of personal gratification — until I could not contain myself. I had the self possession to do the one thing I knew she needed, which was to ejaculate on a downward thrust and hold myself there…and this is what happened. My orgasm was like a rapid bolt of ecstasy, which I pushed into her as she struggled and swallowed with delight.
I let her suck me until my cock was softening, sat her up and sat across from her. Her face was wet and her disheveled hair was matted to her head with sweat.
“How do you feel?”
She just nodded. I could tell she was fulfilled in one sense and still deeply horny in another. Now her pussy was hungry. I looked over at a wall mirror mounted behind the door.
“Stand in front of the mirror.”
She did.
“Masturbate to orgasm standing up.”
With the fingers of one hand, she worked her clit and with several fingers of the other, she thrust into herself deeply staring into her own eyes until her face melted beyond all recognition and she groaned out her delight, nearly losing her balance.
I turned out the lights and we slipped into bed together, teetering on the edge of consciousness. Suddenly I was enraptured with a specific need, which I knew she understood. I knelt up and spread my knees, licked my palm and masturbated myself in the near darkness.
She allowed me to orgasm and ejaculate into her delicate palm, grunting out my accumulated passion of our expeience. She fed me my semen out of her cunty hand, wiped her hand on my face and we fell asleep until hazy dawn drew us out of our dreams and into one another’s presence.