HOM

She was stroking my cock.  I was lying on my back, nude, pillowing my
head on one arm that I had bent upwards behind it.  My legs were
slightly apart.  She sat next to me, turned slightly towards my feet.
Her hand gently grasped my cock and was rubbing smoothly up and down
it's length.  Every once in a while, she would stop stroking , either
gently slapping my balls or pinching my nipples.

"You're not getting there, are you?" she asked.  I'd been really grouchy
lately, and she had figured it was because we hadn't been able to have
sex in a while.  She had been suffering from a medical condition,
temporary, thank goodness, that made intercourse uncomfortable.  After
putting up with my mood for several weeks, she had decided to take
matters into her own hands, and she figured a hand job might be just the
thing.

"It's nice," I answered, "but I'm just not getting there."

"Can I do anything to help with that?"

"Well... nah.  Thanks for trying."

"What?  You were about to say something.  What was it?  Come on, you can
tell me."

"You wouldn't want to do it, anyway."

"Try me.  I might surprise you," she said, as she playfully tweaked one
of my nipples.

"Smother me," I whispered.

"I can't... I'm not going to do _that_, unless I can enjoy it."

I realized she was talking about sitting on my face.  "No, no.  I mean
with your hand."

To my surprise, she moved her hand over my mouth.  "Like this?" she
asked.  She had hooked her thumb under my chin, and her fingers pressed
loosely over my lips.  Her pinky was on my upper lip, right under my
nose.  Her other hand continued stroking my cock.

I was so surprised that she had done it, that it took me a couple of
seconds to realize I could still breathe just fine.  Her finger was
obstructing my nose, but it wasn't really blocking it.  Nevertheless, I
felt my cock stiffen right up in her other hand.  "I can still breathe,"
I said through her fingers.

She repositioned her hand so her pinky now grasped my nose, pinching it
shut.  Her hand was now pressing tightly over my mouth, but I managed to
pull my lips apart and breathe between my teeth, forcing air between her
fingers.  "-ope," I said, "--ill -reathing."  Meanwhile, I could feel
myself on the verge of orgasm.

I tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the experience as much as
possible.  She clenched my mouth shut, and pressed tighter against my
lips.  I definitely couldn't breathe now!

It didn't take more than a few seconds, and I went over the edge,
passing the point of no return.  Cum spurted from my cock, flying at
least a foot in the air.  She maintained her grip over my mouth, and
continued pumping my cock, milking out the last of my cum.  Finally, she
released my.  "How was that?  Were you surprised?"

"That was amazing," I told her as she got up and went to the bathroom to
clean up.  She quickly returned with a dampened hand towel for me.
"Thank you," was all I could say.
