Sex in a Bounce House

This past Saturday we rented a bounce house in our backyard. After the kids went to sleep, EC and I went out and bounced around in it. We brought a blanket and the camera. We took off our clothes after bouncing around a bit. The neighbor's bedroom window was open and their light was on. If the angle was right, the could see in, but part of it was blocked by a column.

EC was worried that the flash from the camera would draw their attention with it being so dark outside. I was in a pink pair of Hanes panties and she was completely naked. We started having sex on the blanket and after a bit, I wanted to be naked too so I slid off the panties. We went at it pretty hard. Our bodies were bouncing up and down and pretty soon we were using the bounce house to do the work for us... bouncing her body up into my body... her pussy up over my cock.

I came inside of her and we laid there naked, talking for a few long minutes. When we sat up to get dressed, we noticed the neighbor's bedroom light was out and the window was shut. Whether they heard or saw us, I imagine we will never know.

It was a lot of fun! How many people, I wonder, get to say they had sex in a bounce house? I love new experiences!

My first time: Panties and Sex

Last night, EC came out of the bathroom dressed in her new panties, just as I was posting about buying them with her. I knew what was coming next... a part of me couldn't wait... a part of me was very very nervous. She asked me, are you going to put yours on too?

I got up, took off my clothes, and took the tag off of the lace bikini panties she had picked out for me barely an hour earlier. George Ladies... size 8. Her size 6 looked amazing on her. She bought a pink pair and a white pair for herself and picked out a coral pair for me.

She also picked out a pair of Simply Basic cotton bikinis for her (pink) and a pair of Simply Basic polyester panties for me (pink, silky material).

So I put them on and stood there, otherwise naked, in front of her and handed her my camera. She commented that the color really suited me and was laughing because, of course, I was hard as a rock and the panties fit, but weren't really designed for an erect cock. It was straining against the top to get out. They also were not designed for balls and they jockeyed for limited space as one seemed to be pushing the other half out. So here I stood, in front of my wife in a pair of sheer lace panties while she reaches down to adjust them so my balls fit more neatly inside. It was heaven.

She took a few pictures of me, then told me to turn around so she could get the back. I did as I was told. I took a few of her and brought her into the bedroom and we took some together and some of her pulling my panties aside while she sucked my cock. It was so much fun.

A few minutes later, she was laying on top of me, grinding her pussy into my face while I held her panties to one side while she sucked my cock, exposed out of the top of the panties, and fondled my balls through the material. The sensation made me very aware that her face was inches from my panty-covered balls, while she ground her hips hard into my face.

She was very close to cumming and stopped sucking on me while I slowed my attentions on her. She rolled over to her side and stroked me with one hand and rubbed my balls with the other. I knew she had a better vantage point to see the panties on me like this.

I got up, picked her up, and carried her over to the glider (chair) in our room. She had a dream the night before that we'd had sex in it. I sat down and positioned her on top of me, facing away just as she described in her dream and started rocking the glider back and forth. Almost immediately, she was moaning and digging her nails lightly into my leg. She started rubbing her clit and I could feel our panties rubbing together. Every time we rocked back, the material pulled tight against my balls and I knew I was not going to last very much longer like this. I wanted to slow down, but she was into it and I did not want to stop her. I came inside of her, but kept rocking. It was an amazing orgasm, but once the hormones subsided, I suddenly found myself very aware of the fact that I was fucking my wife with panties on. The fact that I didn't last long enough for her, though I very rarely do, just added to the humiliation and as if that were not enough, right about the time I was thinking all of this, my cock slipped out of her pussy.

I took over rubbing her clit for her with one hand and squeezed her nipples with the other while kissing her back. She apparently wanted me back inside of her because she was now being very rough with my cock and balls. Jerking, rubbing, pulling squeezing... she commented, between moans, after a few minutes of this that I was obviously not going to get hard again. I knew she wanted a better orgasm than what she would get from my fingers.

I picked her up and laid her on the edge of the bed and pulled her panties down enough that I could get my mouth on her pussy and started licking and sucking her clit. She started pushing my head down against her hard almost immediately. I sucked at her pussy lips, literally finding myself with a mouth full of sperm soaked pussy, knowing full well that it would be obvious I was trying to suck my cum out of her. I went back to her clit and inserted my thumb inside of her, which served to really bring the semen out of her pussy. I sucked in as much as I could... still not really turned on enough to overcome the inhibitions about doing it, but knowing I would be glad I did later on when I was horny again. She was trying hard to spread her legs, so I pulled her panties off of her. It must have been quite a picture... I was on my knees at the foot of our bed, with my cock hanging out of my panties while she laid moaning on the bed with her husband's semen smeared face held firmly between her legs by both of her hands.

Her orgasm was worth it all. She couldn't hold still. Her moans bordered on a quiet scream. And about that time, I was getting hard again. As her orgasm subsided, I moved up and looked her in the eye and kissed her and commented that I was a little embarrassed standing here in panties, kissing my naked wife with my own cum all over my face. She commented that she'd had my cum smeared on her face too, so it was fair.

I took a few more pictures of us. A few of my cock in the panties with her pussy beneath me... she held her pussy open a bit for a few of them. A few with her feet on my cock... she said she may need a break before we have sex again. I asked if she wanted to do it a second time. She said she was satisfied, but would if I wanted. I told her I was satisfied too. I could have done it again... I did want to... but giving her just enough and withholding a little for me added to the submissive feel of the evening.

She picked up her panties off of the bed next to her and said, "Here you go honey, you can slip these into your bag and take it with you on your next trip since they are wet with both our juices, mostly yours though." I picked them up, they were sopping wet. I think I might just do that. She said she was proud of me for going down on her again after I came inside of her. I was proud of myself too!

I pulled my panties up over my cock and as I walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed, she commented, "you do look cute in those". It was the perfect ending to a perfect night.

While she shaved

Tonight, I took a bath with EC. After sucking on her toes for a bit and washing her from head to toe, I sucked on her nipples while we talked about the sexual things she did with her ex-boyfriends. Then, I held her while she sat on my lap, facing away from me, while she shaved her pussy.

It was a very nice time. I can't wait to do that again!

Update.... we had sex after our bath. I have no idea what got into my wife, but she was all over me... she was moaning, and not like usual... it was like I was having sex with another woman. She was into it. Deep guttural moans... she sounded like she had just stepped out of a porn movie. I was actually worried that with the windows open, the neighbors might hear.

She was bucking her hips while I licked her pussy... so much that it kept bringing her anus across my tongue. She normally keeps that off limits... she even let me finger her ass for a while. I loved it! While we were having sex, she kept digging her nails into my back and into my ass, pulling me closer. It was unlike any sex we had ever had before. When we finished, she asked why I had not gone down on her after I came inside of her. She said she would have liked that. I am still in shock.

Last night with my wife (5/23/10)

I had sex with EC last night in our bed. The windows were open and the lights were out. The room was almost completely dark. Just a faint light came in from the street outside. The air was warm and her skin was moist with sweat.

I turned her over onto her stomach while I kissed and licked her naked butt. The morning light will likely reveal a hickey that could not be made out in the dark.

I took her toes into my mouth, sucking and licking them and running my tongue along the sole of her foot while I rubbed her legs.

I moved up to kiss her first on the lips, then on her breast... I spread her knees apart and kissed her pussy.

Licking over and over from her lips to her clit, she tasted amazing. The heat of the day brought out her full aroma and I was intoxicated, alternating between kissing and sucking and breathing her in.

I licked her clit gently. More so than normal. She was enjoying it. She was quiet... Not a sound coming from her, no doubt a conscious effort thanks to the windows being open wide. But her body told the story. She spread her legs further and adjusted her body so I would lick her right where she wanted. I kept up the slow gentle licking and sucking. I was more interested in enjoying the taste and submissive posturing of licking her pussy than I was in bringing her to orgasm just yet. But the change in tactic seemed to driving her to it none the less.

Before long, she had her hands on either side of my face and her hips were lifting her up to press her pussy into me. I lightly played with her nipples and kept the slow rhythm of licking her up and down. I pushed my tongue deep into her and sucked hard trying to bring out the taste from her deepest recess. I sucked hard at her pussy lips, rubbing her clit ever so slowly with literally a mouth full of pussy.

By now, I was drunk with emotion and sex and lust. I started kissing and sucking harder. I needed her to orgasm as much as she seemed to need it. I needed to give her that pleasure. She was bucking her hips, pressing my head down into her crotch and almost grinding her pussy against my mouth. When she abruptly came, her whole body arched and I had to hold on to keep her pussy against my mouth. She gets sooo sensitive after, but I was not ready to stop. I held her wrists tight and kept her from pulling away, causing her to buck and twist beneath me. The pleasure was to much for her body to bear.

We had sex afterward. It was enjoyable, of course, but I got the most pleasure out of giving her hers.

I gave my virginity to my wife when we were teenagers

I had played around with boys before, but she was the first girl I even experimented with sexually and was the first person I ever orgasmed with (though I had given some to a couple of boys). I had a crush on her since we were kids. I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. Within 3 months, we were laying in the grass behind my dad's garage with our pants around our ankles in plain sight of anyone who might have looked from the houses behind us. Funny... we hid behind the garage and thought that was enough since no one in the house could see lol

I was fifteen, she was thirteen. I'm glad she was my first.

Poetic Justice

My ex-fiance knew I still had feelings for my ex-girlfriend. We were living in my father's basement, saving up for an apartment. One night, in the middle of sex, she told me to stop right as I was getting close to orgasm. She said she wanted to do it someplace new. We got dressed and went for a walk, down the street to my ex-girlfriend's house.

Very quietly, she hiked up her skirt and leaned against the siding underneath my ex-girlfriend's bedroom window, facing the street. It was 3:00 in the morning, so I wasn't as worried about cars as I was my ex-girlfriend waking up. Her bed, I knew, was a few feet from the window, on the opposite wall. The siding creaked with our movements as I fucked her standing against the wall, just a few feet away from where she slept.

Perhaps it was poetic justice that when my ex-girlfriend and I got back together, we fucked in our apartment... on our couch, in our bed, and on our kitchen table, with her naked ass right at the spot where my fiance ate. I ended up leaving my fiance for her. She was right... I still had feelings. Less than a year later, we were married.

My ex-girlfriend fucked me while she talked to her best friend in the same room

We were living in my father's basement. I had a water bed and it was against the wall, sideways so the headboard formed a bit of a partition with the room behind it. Her best friend was with us and it had gotten late, so she stayed the night on the couch behind the headboard. She didn't bring pajamas or anything because we hadn't planned on being out so late.

She had on a body stocking under her outfit. I had never seen or heard of it... she took off her clothes and just sept in that. It covered her just as well as any outfit, well certainly as well as a one piece bathing suit, but I was hard as a rock watching her take it off. We all laid down and my fiance was jealous that I had been paying so much attention to her friend.

She started to kiss me and rub me while she and her friend were still talking. Before long, our clothes were off and we lay there naked. All her friend had to do was stand up and she would have been able to see over the headboard that were were laying naked on top of the covers, having sex. We were fucking sooo slowly (so we would not slosh the water around in the bed too much) that it drove me crazy. Of course, she was trying to show me that it was her and not her friend that I should want (apparently a few guys in their past left my fiance for her friend), but honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about her friend in that body suit the entire time.

Taken

This morning, I was taking off my pajamas to put on some shorts to mow the lawn. My wife was taking hers off to get in the shower. I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter and fucked her.

No words were exchanged.

I kept eye contact with myself in the mirror behind her, occasionally noticing her feet flailing wildly in the periphery. She held onto me. In my imagination, I was taking her, using her for a moment of pleasure. I realized, in reality, that is exactly what it was. I pulled out just as I started to orgasm, and handed her a towel to clean up the mess of sperm left in her pubic hair.

I once had sex with a guy

We were in high school. He was my best friend. We had giving each other countless hand jobs and blow jobs. He wanted to know what it was like. It did not last long... not more than one stroke in fact. I entered him and it was too much for him. I pulled out. He was nearly in tears.

Strangely, I've wanted it to feel him inside me even more... but I left it alone. I held him while he adjusted his composure. He was embarrassed that he could not take me. I was embarrassed that I did not have the experience to give him what he wanted in a pleasurable way.

I want to know what it feels like to give that pleasure to a man. I want to know what it feels like to feel the pleasure he gives.

Break up sex... to say goodbye

Some 13 years ago, I packed her things and told her it was time to move on. I knew she was cheating on me and I had been cheating on her... with my ex. We talked it out. We cried. We decided we wanted one more time together as our way of making a clean break. We took off each others clothes, kissing as passionately as the first time we kissed. We rolled around in bed... touching and kissing. She climbed on top of me and slid my cock inside of her. We didn't use a condom this time. We wanted to feel each other. Yes, that was a risk, but it was one we left to fate. I slipped my finger deep into her ass... something I had never done before. She didn't take her lips from mine, or her hands from my cheeks, the entire time we made love. It was amazing. Parts of us questioned if we should part... we were so good together in bed. But we both knew it was time. The emotional after-shocks were tough for some time, for both of us. I still love her. We're both married now, me to the ex I was cheating on her with. Her... I am not sure. We didn't keep touch.

My 2009 Orgasm Statistics

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One night stand...

It wasn't intended to be, but that is what it was. I saw a girl at the lake near my mother's house. I managed to get her phone number (from her father) and called her up. I'll call her by her initials... SAL. We were both in highschool, but she lived across town. For weeks our relationship progressed entirely over the phone. We had never met. One day, we decided we should. I got my older brother to drop me off at her house. Her parents were working. We kissed a lot. We talked. The subject turned to sex. She was a virgin, I was not. One thing led to another and we were naked on the bottom bunk of the beds in her room. I was on top of her.... we had not planned this out so I had not brought a condom. My real life girlfriend (now my wife) was home doing whatever she was doing while I was taking the virginity of a girl I had literally just met face to face for the first time. We had lots of talk over the phone about seeing each other and doing it again, but it never worked out.

We are friends now on Facebook. Neither of us have ever brought it up. I added her, she accepted. We've not even talked... not even online. We just sit there on each other's FB friend list. She was one of only three women I have had sex with. I wonder if she ever thinks about me... if she even realizes who I am or if she is one of those people who accept every invite. We're both married now. It wouldn't matter anyway.

Permission to play...

I'm not entirely sure what to think right now. My wife has brought up a discussion several times today about me going out and finding sex on the side. She's pretty vanilla and even getting a blow job usually requires a lot of working up to it. Anal sex is out of the question these days and anything that would be considered a fetish is pretty tough to get. She gave me a hand once with her dirty sock. She can understand why I would want her to use her dirty panties, but the sock was a little out there for her and the idea of using her shoe is pretty far out there. I've been asking a lot lately about discussing the use of a strap-on (her fucking me) and that seems to be completely out of the question as is any kind of pee play, even in the shower.

So today, she's brought up again and again the idea that if I got the sex I am looking for (that she is uncomfortable doing) elsewhere, then our marriage might be better for it. On some level she may have a point, but of course you have to question how the other shoe is going to drop.

Every time I would accept it as though she were joking, she would bring it back up. I told her it almost sounded like she was trying to talk me into it. She doesn't want me to have a girlfriend, because it would have to just be about the sex. If it weren't illegal in this state, she would prefer it to be a prostitute and as she knows I sometimes travel through Vegas, suggested that I might find one there. She said as long as it was not in our house, she was ok with it. She won't come along or watch and probably does not want the details, but damn... what do I do with this? Nothing for now. I admit, I am intrigued. It's a huge turn on to even imagine she wants to let me do something like this.

I suggested I could find another man to play with. She had joked about it earlier and said, hey you did say once you were curious. So I said, ok... what if I do it. She seemed a little surprised and asked if I really was that curious. I told her I am. Definitely not in an emotional relationship, but just in the sex. She isn't turned on at all by the idea of two men having sex and she said as much. I asked her how it would affect our marriage if I did. She said she didn't know. She said she's mostly ok with another woman but isn't sure how she feels yet about another guy. I'll bring it up again and see where it goes.

At the moment, I feel like a pretty lucky guy, though all in all, I'd really like to have the kinky sex with her.

Naked on the car at 4am

When I was engaged to my ex, she and I moved in to my parent's basement while we got some money saved up for our apartment.

We had an old Plymouth Horizon at the back of the property and one night, we both stripped completely naked and went outside at like 4am. We left our clothes in the basement and didn't take a thing with us. I sat on the front bumper of the car and she climbed on my lap and put her knees on the bumper to either side of me. We were going at it like it was our first time and kept jumping at every little noise. It was fantastic.

If anyone would have caught us, there would have been no way to hide the fact that we were out there naked. We were back inside barely a half hour when we heard my dad get up for work. One of my favorite times. I miss her, she was something else.

My wife was my first

Of course, we were not married at the time... we were in highschool. I went out, embarrassed as hell and bought a box of condoms. We went out and started making out in the grass behind my garage. I helped her pull down her shorts and panties and pulled mine down just enough to get my cock out. I barely had the condom on and was inside her. I love having sex outside though we don't get many opportunities these days.
We broke up after I graduated high school but got back together after she graduated.

12 feet away

We were in high school and fucking like bunnies sometimes two and three times a day. It was getting late and her mom told her it was time for me to go home. We were standing on the steps next to the back door saying our drawn out, extended goodbyes.
Her mom was about 12 feet away with her back to us doing dishes at the sink. We were kissing and leaning into each other and I moved the bottom of her shorts and panties over and starting fingering her pussy. She was a little nervous because her mom was right there but we were both into it and feeling mischievous and dirty made it all that much hotter.

I moved my shorts aside and pulled my very hard dick out and quietly slipped it into her and slowly rocked my hips. Her mom occasionally glanced over her shoulder encouraging us to hurry up with the goodbyes and get going. I stopped thrusting just as her head started to turn and before long, I had cum inside her daughter's pussy not 12 feet away from her. We kissed goodbye for real... she told me how bad I was and I was on my way.

I regret missed opportunities

We were having sex in my office at the house. She was in a sex swing and I was standing up in front of her. After I came inside her and helped her out of the swing, some of my cum dripped from her pussy and landed on her foot.
She knows how much I love sucking her toes and kissing her feet. She lifted her foot up and sort of half jokingly asked if I would like to have a lick. I froze. I was so embarrassed because I told her once I was curious about eating cum. She has kissed me after a blow job before and I've eaten her creampie a few times. I don't know why this was somehow so different. I guess because kissing her feet is submissive as it is. Eating my own cum from her pussy is sexually pleasing her at the same time... being kissed is passive. In this case... it would have been solely for the purpose of me eating my cum. Of course, I do it all the time privately but this would have been different.

I so regret not taking her up on it. Random chance handed me an opportunity and I passed it up. Now, it is likely my only chance will be to purposefully jack off on her feet and clean her up. One of these days, I will.

Losing my virginity

I was fifteen. She was thirteen. I'd had a crush on her since elementary school and eventually, I got up the courage to talk to her and eventually to ask her to be my girlfriend and finally, everything had come together to bring us to this moment.
She was lying in the grass behind my garage with her shorts and panties around her ankles. I had my shorts pulled down just enough to let my cock free, harder than it has ever been.

I can still remember every moment... every touch... the kiss... the feeling of her bare legs pressing in on either side of me... the tight feeling of the condom on my cock... her nervous breathing getting heavier... her heart beating rapidly beneath my chest... her boobs pressing into me... the grass between my fingers...

... the amazing feeling of entering her for the first time. I can still feel her tight pussy slipping past every inch of my cock... hearing her take a deep sharp breath... I was her first and she was mine... the orgasm was different than anything I had ever experienced.

I loved my first time with her. How many people end up marrying the one they gave their virginity to?

A Poem: Our night on the Balcony

They first made love beneath a tree;
last night, on a balcony.

Her naked man, down on his knees;
Under her skirt, in the ocean breeze.

The beach was dark, the stars were bright;
Two silhouettes played in the night.

Warm, salty wind on naked skin;
A nervous kiss as they begin.

He stands naked, before her chair;
Lifts her shirt, her breasts now bare.

She parts her legs, he thrusts his hips;
A quiet moan escapes his lips.

Back and forth, they slowly dance;
To ocean waves against the sand.

As lightning lights the starry sky;
his cock explodes deep in his bride.

Leaning down into her kiss;
A whispered "thank you" on his lips.

Amazed at how his shy young wife;
Brings another fantasy to life.

A domination fantasy fulfilled...

Clicking through link upon link upon link browsing through blogs I follow, I happened upon a couple of blogs that dealt substantially in male domination pics... Male Submission Art and Flat Earth Social Club. I've been literally through every post on the two over the last 3 days and with many of the pictures saved to my hard drive, I am finding my kink is flowing freely in that direction.

So last night, I turned off the computer and headed for bed as EC was just coming out from her bath. I gave her what she calls my "sex eyes" and thought it might be fun to open up to a little fantasy. I asked her if she wanted me to pleasure her. She told me to lock the door.

I helped her remove her pajama bottoms and panties, folded them neatly, and laid them on her night stand. She looked at me obviously wondering why I hadn't just tossed them to the floor. I smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her. She asked me why she was half naked while I was still dressed and that was all the prompting I needed and her top was off by the time I was naked. So far, she'd made it very easy to get into character for this submissive game that was playing out in my head... telling me to lock the door... the look she gave me when I folded her panties... the light reprimand that stopped my kiss for not being naked when she was... it was almost as though she knew what her role was supposed to be.

I moved to kiss her and decided to wait... pretending I was still not yet allowed and moved down to suckle her breasts, all the time thinking about being dominated like the men in the pictures I had been obsessing over. I imagined she was further along in her pregnancy and was nursing me... remembering from prior years the sweet taste and warmth of her milk and how with each little suck at her nipple my mouth would fill so completely that gulping became a necessity to keep up. Several minutes passed and I leaned up to kiss her briefly... a silent thank you for being fed and moved down between her legs to kiss her pussy lips as though they were the same ones I'd just been kissing.

Before long, I was making out with her pussy, pretending I was kissing her... in my head, she was indifferent to the task I was performing... she was having me do it out of routine and took little interest in any pleasure it might be causing... intent on giving her the pleasure she deserves, I redoubled my efforts. Over 15 minutes had past before I was rewarded with a sigh and I looked up to see her eyes closed. I stopped and pulled her feet up to my lips and began licking the soles of her feet and sucking on her toes. I looked up and held her gaze for a moment. Sure she was watching me, I closed my eyes sucking her big toe like a little penis... imagining she was watching me service a man she had brought home with her for this very purpose.

I reached over to my side of the bed and slid my pillow over, lifting her hips up to make her more comfortable and her pussy more accessible. I felt her hands on the back of my head and she began running her fingers through my hair and guiding my movements and she transformed in my mind from the indifferent mistress to one demanding pleasure and begin licking her clit and sucking at her pussy as though it were my sole desire in life.

I was really turned on by this point. I've always thought of the Dom/sub role as involving bondage and command... but I am starting to realize that I have always had a desire to be generally submissive... to focus myself as the giver of pleasure rather than the receiver. I have always taken more pleasure in the orgasms I have given her than in the ones I have received in return, enjoyable and amazing though they may be. It's been nice on the all too rare occasions where she takes the reigns in bed. I've enjoyed our sex more in those few instances than any other. By now, I was so turned on that if I hadn't cum earlier making the wedding ring video, I probably would have right then and there. There have been many times when I have found myself right at the brink just from licking her pussy. One of these nights, I am going to make a mission of it and keep at it until I do... but not tonight.

I gave EC's pussy one more kiss and moved up to kiss her again... I love the thought of her tasting herself, but this time I played it further in my head... with the enthusiasm of a dog who had just brought its owner a favored pair of slippers, I kissed her... looking for the approval of sharing the taste with her... of offering her the proof that I had kept my mouth buried in her slippery slit for so long that she had flavored my lips and tongue.

I looked in her eyes... in my mind seeking permission to go further. Of course, this game was all just in my head so she looked at me quizzically, wondering what I wanted. I went with it and determined the look was puzzlement at why I was making her wait and hurried to slide my cock inside of her before punishment was issued.

She gave me a playfully pouty look and made a comment asking was I not going to keep at it until she had her orgasm? I told her not to worry, of course I would take care of her. I was feeling pretty good about my stamina, having already cum not too much earlier and got up on my knees and brought her feet up to press against the side of my face. I looked in her eyes as I started sucking her toes and really began fucking her hard. Her timing was impeccable... just as I was beginning to go back and forth about whether or not to cum inside her before returning to her pussy to finish her orgasm... not sure if I could go through with licking my cum out of her pussy... knowing from experience that although I eat my cum all the time, my confidence in doing so in front of my wife would diminish rapidly after I came... just as I decided not to, it happened. She started to giggle a little and I knew on the down stroke that I had gone one stroke too far and could not pull back out without going over the edge. I came as if on cue. The reason for the laugh, she told me, was because I was really going at it more than I usually do and was shaking the whole bed... in my head though, the laugh came after I did and my fantasy had her laughing at my attempt to make her cum with my cock and telling me to clean up the mess and do it right. I tried to fuck her a little longer, thinking I could keep myself hard but it was far too late for that.

With my eyes properly downcast, I slid my limp cock out of her and spread her legs and began immediately sucking on her clit. For a few seconds, the idea of doing this had lost its appeal but I kept at it, knowing she would be disappointed if I did not. Knowing that I had already promised to take care of her.

I remembered that the fantasy EC had not only told me to make her cum but had also directed me to clean up mine. I began alternating between sucking her clit and licking her pussy, now very slippery with my cum. A few minutes into it and I was sucking her pussy lips with as much fervor as her clit, tasting the salty sting at the back of my throat, swallowing my cum as quickly as I was able to suck it into my greedy mouth. She tasted so good.

The closer she came to cumming, the more nervous I was getting. By now, sperm was spread all over my face and I didn't think she had actually realized I had cum inside her. I was sure it would be obvious when I came back up and especially so when I didn't return to having sex with her. This is not the first time I've eaten her cream pie, though I was very aware that the only time (my first time) she knew I had done so, it had been a result of her forcing me down at my request to fulfill a fantasy for my birthday. There had been two other times, but she was unaware I had cum and I was so turned on that I was hard almost immediately and had sex with her afterward, she being none the wiser.

But this time I think the fantasizing had actually worked to put me into a slightly more vulnerable state of mind... coupled with the fact that jacking off earlier was now working against me as I hoped to get it up for the third time in about 3 hours. Even with air from the fan tickling the back side of my balls and ass, which I had not until that moment realized I had shamelessly pushed up in the air as if I were waiting to be mounted... I was obviously deeper into the fantasy than I realized... and even though I was jerking my dick, I knew I was not going to be able to fuck her again when I needed to. I could tell she was very close to cumming. Her hands were pushing my face into her with more effort now... she was breathing heavier... moving her hips ever so slightly to get her clit in just the right position under my tongue... still in character, I let myself feel the shame at not quite getting it right on my own... and then it happened, she was arching her back and gritting her teeth with her head flung back, legs tightening around me with her heels digging in.. her mouth wide open in a silence that filled the room... my face pushed so hard into her pussy that I thought she might snap my neck...

I was desparately picturing every imaginable scene to get hard again, but I think subconsciously I didn't want to... in order to be complete my fantasy needed me to feel the embarrassment of letting her see the smeared cum on my lips, chin, and cheeks... and so I gave into it. I moved up as though to kiss her and stopped short, looking her in the eyes and waiting for it to be noticed. She thought at first I was teasing her to kiss me and started to lean into it when she stopped and in that brief pause, I knew that she knew. I don't know if she had just put it together... or if she saw it on my face... or if she smelled the cum but she knew.

And she unwittingly took on just the proper tone to seal the fantasy as complete when she looked me in the eye, with that knowing smirk on her lips, and asked, "Did you already cum in me?" I told her honestly that I had gotten past the point of no return a little unexpectedly but, of course, I wasn't going to just cum and leave her without an orgasm. And of course, I knew the underlying question, which in my sudden humiliation she decided it necessary to ask aloud anyway, "and you still went down on me after?" I told her honestly and somewhat defensively that I didn't mind it... that I enjoyed it. Her only response was that acknowledging look with the undertones of disbelief mixed with a bewilderment in her eyes and a judging smirk on her lips. I know just then she realized I was sucking very deeply at her pussy and she new I was not only still working to make her cum, but actively working to suck my sperm out of her pussy.

As we laid there talking, she asked for a towel... we call them cum rags, wash cloths we bought specifically to keep next to the bed to clean up after sex... to wipe herself up. Knowing there was mostly only saliva and a small mixture of her juices and mine left to clean up,as I had made sure to lap up and swallow any sperm I could access... I wondered if she was just doing it to taunt me. I handed her a towel making it a point not to get one for myself. We lay there naked and talking for about an hour afterward. I felt the skin on my face and cock begin to become taut as the cum dried and decided as we put our pajamas back on that I would not clean myself up until morning. And so I slept, sufficiently humiliated, properly dominated... at least as far as my mind was concerned, and altogether satisfied that it was worth it. I haven't used my imagination like that since I was probably ten years old. I honestly can't wait to do it again. I can only imagine that if perhaps next time she is in on the game... how much fun that might be.