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From: juanwildone <juanwildone@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Just Desserts
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Date: Fri,  4 Feb 2005 08:10:01 -0500
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Hi guys - I guess it's been awhile since I posted.  So here's a little
something to enjoy.

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Just Dessert by juanwildone


"See honey, it's a scientific study from a major University, and
I quote, 'Components of semen that enter your bloodstream may
enhance feelings of attachment...' Right there in Cosmo*   what
more could you want for proof?" I smiled sincerely. "I'm guessing
that absorption through the digestive system is the most
effective means of application."

Let's get one thing clear right from the start; I love oral sex.
I love everything about oral sex; and yes, I mean both the giving
and the receiving. I mean really, is there a more potent
aphrodisiac then the scent of a woman's arousal? Or the sweet
tang of her juices on your tongue and in your mouth. I love
watching the slow engorgement of a woman's cunt; those thin lips
becoming thick and soft. The look of her skin blushing with
desire, the feel of her sex so warm and wet - and the sounds. Oh
yeah, the sounds; the slurp of mouth and genital contact, the
smack of lips and tongues, and the moans and groans of enjoyment.
Oh yeah I love oral sex. 

For myself I count the first blowjob I received as my official
entry into having a real sex life (and yes I went down on the
girl who blew me). Soft lips and hard cocks are just made for
each other. And my God - the things a tongue can do! And cumming
 ladies if you want your man to feel special...SWALLOW IT! If you
need something to wash it down with fine   but swallow it. Do you
really want to send the message to your man that you're rejecting
the most essential component of his masculinity? Well   do you?

I believe that the giving of oral pleasure to another person is
one of the more selfless acts a lover can do. The world would be
a safer place if there were a lot more oral sex being shared. I
looked again at the tiny articles. God Bless you Cosmo for
sharing this important news item.

"Let me see that." Sharon looked at the magazine. She snorted in
apparent disagreement, or maybe disgust. "Sorry dear, but you've
misunderstood the thrust of the study. In fact one could make the
argument that a woman shouldn't have any contact with semen if
she wants to be happy."

I tried to rally household opinion to my cause, "But honey,
they're talking about improving couples relationship. A little
mutual oral enjoyment..."

"This article doesn't say anything about oral sex; 1] they
specifically mention condoms, and 2] they talk about sperm as
promoting a kind of chemical dependence - sorry."

My wife does not share my views on oral sex. Sharon knows how
much I love oral sex, and she certainly enjoys receiving it  
lots of it. She just can't give it. She does occasionally lick my
shaft and if she's really turned-on she'll lick the head a
little, just to get it wet. But she never takes my cock into her
mouth   never. God do I miss that!

My wife's resistance to oral sex is understandable. She had a
really bad experience in college at a frat party. She was drugged
and placed on a table on her back with her head hanging over the
end. A bunch of guys took advantage of her mouth and throat. Her
poor throat was so bruised that she was on a juice diet for
nearly a month.

I was defeated and she knew it. "Oh Matt, you know I love you
more then anything. I just can't do that, I just can't   I'm
sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. It's just..." 

I could see the deepening disappointment in her eyes and it made
me feel like a total asshole. I do love her   that's what makes
this situation so difficult. I knew she was the one from the
moment I saw her. If I hadn't felt so strongly about her right
off the bat I wouldn't have even accepted the lack of blowjobs
while we were dating to say nothing of the rest of my life. I
guess I always thought she would eventually come around - and
trust me. But after two years of dating and three of marriage  
that didn't seem to be in the cards.

"...it's nothing. It's not that big a deal."

Sharon stood slowly and turned away from me. "Well it sure feels
like a big deal when you've got it stuffed up my ass." Referenced
ass was tantalizingly wiggled back and forth in front of my face
as Sharon walked away.

I suppose that I should mention that Sharon has rarely denied me
anything else, sexually speaking, either in variety or
regularity. She gave me her virgin ass upon our engagement and
is, in fact, an enthusiastic participant in all other things
sexual...except blowjobs.

With her butt wiggling she hitched up her skirt until her panties
showed. She stuck her hand back between her legs and gave me the
'old come here' with her finger. She may not give me blowjobs but
she could certainly get good and nasty when she has a mind to.

Afterwards we were lying side-by-side   sweaty and sated.

"Wow." Sharon rolled off the bed and waddled to the bathroom. Her
butt cheeks and inner thighs were slick with our cum. I was
tempted to join her in the washing off but wasn't sure that I had
another cartridge in the chamber. 

So I just laid back and stared up at the ceiling. We had just had
great sex   incredible sex. I had cum twice, once in her cunt,
once in her ass. Sharon had cum a bunch, and "yes" I went down on
her. She did her drooling tongue lick thing when I moved to fuck
her from behind, but that was it for oral. How can you be so
satisfied and yet so frustrated all at the same time?

A knock at the front door stirred me from my ruminations. I threw
on some shorts and went to answer it.

"Hi Matt, is Sharon..." 

It was our neighbor Gina. As she spoke I found myself starring at
her lips   she has the most sensual lips and is always wearing a
shade of lipstick that pulls your eyes (well my eyes certainly)
right to them. I think it's because my second girlfriend had
those same full lips and wore a similar shade of lipstick. I have
an indelible image etched into my brain of those lips sliding
back and forth along my cock from tip to root. That girlfriend
was the first to deep-throat me; first to swallow, and the first
to start just about every date we ever had with a blowjob. Every
time I see Gina, I see those lips and I remember.

"...home? I wanted to borrow..." 

I watched as Gina's nostrils flared noticeably and then her
eyebrows arched upwards about a 1/16th of an inch. Oh shit, I
hadn't cleaned my face!

"...borrow <sniff>. Oh god I'd like to borrow about 30 minutes of
what she just got."

I blushed and discovered that I did have another round in the
chamber after all. Like most (if not all) married men I have
secrets lusts for certain members within my wife's circle of
friends. And Gina was right at the top of that list, which was
why I was always very careful to avoid flirting with her. Her
comment had caused a major breach in my defenses   and I popped a
major woody.

She noticed. The woman looked right down at the tent in my shorts
and uttered a barely audible, "mmmmmm." She looked up and smiled
an absolutely dazzling smile the promised delights unimagined,
joys beyond description, and...Goddamnit I was shaking.

"I brought you your paper." Gina held the morning paper in her
hands. "You can thank me later   stud." She slapped it into my
chest so that I grabbed it with both hands

Then she grabbed me! She grabbed my cock and purred, or growled.
She released me and walked past me toward the kitchen.

I held the paper protectively in front of me as I closed the
door. I stood there breathing deeply, trying to calm down. I
turned to see that Gina was already sitting at the breakfast bar
and Sharon was pouring her a cup of coffee. When did Sharon
finish her shower, make the coffee and just how long was I
staring at Gina? I decided that the best answer was a shower.
Nothing like some sustained cool water to defuse a volatile
situation.

I was wrong   about defusing the situation. Before I could get
safely away Sharon called me into the kitchen to answer a
question about garbage disposals. Actually the question was
Gina's, hers seemed to be broken and I was being recruited to
check it out. 

In reality I was being ordered to check it, fix it or replace it.
I'd done a number of handyman tasks for Gina before so this was
nothing new   the way Gina was looking at me was. There was no
backing out and I was soon sent off with tools in hand.

I figured out the problem with Gina's disposal and it turned out
I could easily fix it. Unfortunately the problem I was having
with Gina was getting worse   exponentially worse. During the
entire time I was under her sink she kept up a relentless
commentary of her current sex life   or rather the lack of a sex
life as she put it. She talked about her ex-husband, guys hitting
on her at work, and on and on. Somehow I managed not to get hard
during the repairs and I honestly thought that I would soon be
safely away.

"You know what I miss most about not having a steady guy in my
life?"

I said nothing in reply.

"I miss cock sucking."

Oh-oh.

"With all of the STD problems out there I'm really hesitant to
let some guy come in my mouth. I mean it isn't a blowjob unless
you come in the girl's mouth - right? I wish I could find a nice
safe guy and just...suck...his...cock." 

Her words flooded into my consciousness like a pool full of
gasoline. We were in a very dangerous situation here, potentially
very flammable if not explosive. I knew that. I knew that. I knew
that. Then Gina threw in the burning match.

"Is it really true that Sharon never sucks you off?"

Oh fuck.

"God, I'd be swallowing your cock every fucking day. Do you
realize that she is always bragging on what a great cunt licker
you are? As much as I love cock sucking I miss getting my pussy
licked even more."

I was doomed. I was utterly, completely, undeniably doomed. My
life flashed before my mind. The unnerving image of Sharon
pointing at my limp and empty cock with a ring of bright red
lipstick around the base blazed before me.

I knew I should leave.

I wanted to leave   but I didn't. 

I was frozen in place. OK, I wasn't so much frozen in place as
sprouting a very serious icicle in my shorts   I was brittle
hard.

Gina squatted next to me. I shivered in the closeness of her
physical presence. 

Oh God I could smell her. My cock surged against my zipper
seeking the wet warmth of her mouth. My balls churned and I felt
that buzz behind them that signaled the availability of my
orgasm. I suddenly realized how much I wanted to cum in Gina's
mouth. 

"Do you think I'm sexy Matt?"

I mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that I couldn't hear you?"

I lifted my head to be heard and looked straight into Gina's
exposed cunt. She had changed out of her shorts into some kind of
sundress. Resistance was futile and I felt my defenses crumble
completely.

I felt my zipper being pulled down, my jeans unbuttoned and a
warm hand fishing my hard cock out. 

I didn't say "No." I didn't say, "Stop." I didn't say anything.

I watched as Gina pursed her lips and brought them into contact
with the tip of my cock. A clear pearl of precum was smeared
slowly back and forth across her lips.

I didn't push her away. I didn't try to leave. I didn't do
anything.

She pressed ever so slightly downward and I watched entranced as
my cock was accepted into her mouth. When her lips moved over the
ridge of my glans she stopped and then pulled slowly back up
until the barest contact was maintained. She pushed down again.

Up and down she went...slowly, oh so slowly. It was painfully
tortuous how slowly she went up and down on me. Each time down a
little further until my cock was stuffed down her throat and her
lips pushed against my pubic bone.

I don't know that my cock could get any harder. I don't know that
I was ever more lost. I was powerless. I was her toy and it was
pathetic how happy I was to be played with.

I don't know how long she sucked my cock   30 seconds, 30
minutes...I don't know.

It was an official blowjob though.

I felt my orgasm building and I did absolutely nothing to stop it
  I wanted it.

Gina kept that same methodical rhythm going as my cock swelled
and spurted. A hoarse cry bellowed forth as I filled her mouth
with my cum. A strangled gargle of ecstasy warbled out of me with
that last spurt of my ejaculation.

She swallowed noisily and repeatedly until the over stimulation
of her mouth on my cock caused me to plead for mercy.

As calm as could be Gina zipped me back up and I finished the
repair. As soon as I was done I packed my tools and made for the
door. I didn't bother to announce my leaving, I just wanted out
of there. A growing feeling of guilt was my last line of hope. I
reached the door and opened it.

Gina came up behind me. She hugged me and pressed her breasts
into my back. I could feel her hard nipples and I knew she was
naked. I didn't dare turn around. 

"Are you sure you need to hurry home? I could use your help for
oh, another hour or so."

I just stood there in her open door looking out. I didn't say a
word. Slowly she released me from her embrace.

"Thanks for the quick fix Matt." Gina smacked her lips. "I'll
arrange some kind of payment for your services with Sharon -
alright?"

I didn't answer. I didn't turn around. I walked quickly homeward.
That night I fucked Sharon nearly senseless.

Things pretty much returned to normal after that. Well actually,
I went out of my way to avoid Gina for a couple of weeks but
eventually things got back to the same old same old. Sharon and
my sex life was hotter then ever and I was back to feeling that
everything was ok until she announced that she had to go out of
the country on a business trip.

Sharon was going to London for three weeks and we were both
anxious about it. We'd never been apart that long. We tried to
joke about it, I told her I would probably use up all of her hand
lotions and she joked about buying a vibrator and a box of
batteries. I kept telling her that I could take care of myself.
She kept saying that was what worried her.

I think that what worried her most was what I would do for meals.
I am the world's lousiest cook; I can burn boiled water.
Unfortunately, I'm not a big fan of dining alone in restaurants
either. Sharon said that she would try to work something out   so
that at least she knew I wouldn't die of starvation.

About a week or so before she left she was having coffee with
Gina when I was summoned to join them. I was informed that Gina
was going to cook for me while Sharon was gone. There is no
denying that Gina's an excellent cook and they both seemed very
satisfied with the situation. 

I had a slightly different take. Red flags began to wave before
my eyes. Mostly because of the lustful gleam I saw in Gina's
eyes. I pointed out that there was no need for Gina to go out of
her way   but they would have none of it. I asked if there was
anyway I could convince Sharon that I would be fine.

My wife rolled her eyes as if to say 'don't you even let him in
my kitchen.' She and Gina had a good long laugh at my expense.
While they were laughing I noticed that Gina's breasts were
moving in a most unrestrained manner. Sharon had already left the
table when Gina turned and caught me looking.

"I know how Matt can help. He can provide the dessert." Gina
smiled at me and I thought I was safely off the hook. "You know,
something hot, hard and real creamy..."

I just about spewed a mouthful of coffee across the kitchen. I
nearly fainted from rapid blood loss as my cock sprang to full
attention; it was painfully trapped down my pant leg. Any
movement on my part was impossible without a very obvious
re-adjustment. I wasn't sure that I could even stand in this
condition.

"...like French vanilla ice cream with melted peanut butter cups
all over it. I just love the way that the hot sweet chocolate
gets all hard and the ice cream gets all soft and creamy. I don't
think I could ever get enough of that. Every swallow is so
good!"

Sharon and Gina launched into a sugar-crazed rhapsody over
chocolate. I tried to think of anything to get blood back into my
head. I was having limited success; my throbbing erection was
down to a reasonable semi-erection. My success was short-lived.

"Hey Sharon if I offer to clean your house can I use Matt...you
know, I've got some chores that require a man   you know how it
can be?"

Sharon paused in the midst her kitchen clean up. She kept a very
clean house and I could tell that she was concerned about what
she would return to if I were left on my own. I braced for the
obligatory denunciation of my sanitary habits that would likely
include, but not be limited to; dirty clothes, toilet seats,
coffee cups left in the most amazing places and other various
transgressions.

"You know Gina I think I'm going to take you up on that - yeah,
definitely." Sharon was smiling broadly as if a great burden had
been lifted from her. She turned to me.

"Matt, is this okay with you? You get free meals and I get a
clean house and in return you do whatever Gina needs you to do."
It may have started out as a question but it ended as a statement
of fact. 

I looked at Sharon and nodded.

I looked at Gina and she smiled   and then she took her tongue on
a tour of those full luscious lips of hers.

I was hard again; ferociously, throbbingly, and on the ragged
edge of orgasm hard. 

I moaned inadvertently.

Sharon misunderstood the source of my distress. "Oh don't be such
a big baby. I'm sure Gina won't be too hard on you. Suck it up
big guy."

Gina was on the verge of hysterics. "Oh don't worry Sharon. I'm
sure that Matt will be up for it   I don't have nay problems he
can't lick?"

I looked at Gina and I was dumbfounded. Her eyes glittered with
undisguised lust. She opened her mouth slightly and stuck out her
tongue. She curled the tip up and down giving me an obvious
indication of just what chores she had in mind.

"Matt?" Sharon was standing behind Gina with her hands on Gina's
shoulders.

"Hey no problem   whatever the two of you want. I'm just the
hired help." I heard my voice speak those words. I was fucked and
I knew it.

Gina jumped up, "Great, I'm gonna go home and make list of all
that things I need Matt to do for me." She was out the door in a
flash.

My wife bent down and kissed my cheek. "Oh don't look so
concerned. I'm sure that you'll be able to do everything she
needs you to."

I was doomed; totally fucking doomed.

Fool that I was - I smiled.



*Semen Withdrawal May Cause DepressionGordon Gallup, Ph.D.,
professor of psychology at the State University of New York at
Albany, studied almost 1,000 women, comparing those who use
condoms to those who don't. One finding was that women who didn't
use condoms were more depressed than those who did if they were
having a dry spell after a breakup. "Components of semen that
enter your bloodstream may enhance feelings of attachment and
create a chemical dependency," says Gallup. Researchers continue
to test this theory...Cosmopolitan April 2003

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