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Giving Head
By Poison Ivan



By Poison Ivan

_Warning! The following work of fiction contains 
sexual activities between consenting adults. You must be at least 18 
years old to read it._

We returned from the party and went upstairs. Cheryl slipped out
of her black dress. Underneath she wore nothing but thong
panties.

Carla, my first wife, would have never been so casual about her
nudity. And though my sex life with my ex-wife was exceptional in
every way, she had an annoying habit of wrapping herself up in
granny pajamas before she went to bed.

Her odd modesty annoyed the hell out of me. Even after a vigorous
blowjob, with her hand pumping my stiff shaft, her warm, wet
mouth sliding up and down until it felt like she was swallowing
me whole, even after she coaxed a huge burst of semen and eagerly
gulped it down, she still bundled up against the cold before she
went to sleep.

I could do nothing to change her. My sleeping in the nude
resulted only in bemused smiles. Late-night attempts to slip my
hands under her nightclothes merely aroused annoyed slaps.

The first thing to attract me to my second wife's was her ease at
being looked at. Cheryl thought nothing of parading around the
community pool in a tiny bikini. When I arrived for our second
date after my divorce, she led me to her bedroom and dropped her
robe. Underneath, she was naked. I was stunned. She carried on a
casual (although mostly one-sided) conversation with me as she
slowly dressed for dinner.

The first time we had sex, Cheryl flung off her clothes and fell
back on the bed with her thighs spread wide and urged me on top
of her. The unencumbered view of her open glistening sex had me
on the verge of orgasm even before I entered her.

Cheryl was amazing in almost every way. Except for one thing:
Cheryl would not give head.

I'd asked her for blowjobs on a couple occasions and always
received a shy refusal. And while she seemed to enjoy the
attention I paid between her legs, and she showed no hesitation
with masturbating while I watched, there was always a nervous
tension when I took the first licks within her slick folds. And
Cheryl never came during oral sex.

That night, at the party thrown by our neighbors, with Cheryl
dressed in a sexy black dress, we were surprised to meet my ex-
wife Carla and her new husband. Chuck was a large man with a loud
laugh, the type of man you expect to stumble through a
conversation. But was nimble enough to make the awkward situation
palatable for the four of us. On two occasions I caught Chuck
ogling my new wife. And though my ex-wife often laughed
nervously, she was in excellent spirits through most of the
evening.

Afterwards, Cheryl stood with her back to me, wearing only those
little black panties. "Chuck seemed like a nice enough fellow,"
Cheryl said.

She slid her panties down and dropped them in the hamper. My
heart ached at the sight of her naked ass. And when she turned,
the vision of her up-turned breasts and manicured pubes put me
instantly on an edge.

I thought of Chuck eyeing her at the party. My prick straightened
under the sheets. "Yes he seemed OK. Why don't you come to bed?"

Her tits jiggled as she approached the bed. I threw back the
covers to invite her in, but instead of lying down to face me,
she lay down with her feet at the headboard. Her head was at my
hips and she gazed at my expanding erection.

She licked her lips and looked at me. "I want to try it," she
said.

My heart raced. She lifted my cock between her fingers as if it
were a Christmas tree ornament. "But I don't know how," she said,
her voice a little a-quiver.

"You'll do fine," I whispered.

She pursed her lips and lowered them to the tip of my cock. Her
moist lips parted as she slurped lightly on the very tip of my
prick.

"That's good," I urged, and she opened wider and sucked me
deeper. Her mouth was full of warm spit, and I slid easily in.

At first, she explored my cock with her mouth. Little licks and
kisses and nibbles. She soon found a rhythm, and she bobbed
tentatively up and down, synchronized with her fist on my shaft.

For a first attempt, Cheryl was marvelous. I quickly climbed,
completely out of control. My hips lifted, and I felt the blood
rush. "I'm coming," I warned and exquisite pressure rushed to my
groin. A huge pulse and she grunted in surprise, but she
continued to stroke and suck. I emptied into her mouth.

She pulled off and blinked rapidly. A tiny drop of cum glistened
on her lower lip. I would've kissed her, but my heart raced
uncontrolled.

Cheryl shivered. She slipped quickly out from under the covers
and skittered back to the walk-in closet. When she returned, she
wore black satin pajamas.

"Are those new?" I asked.

"No, I've had them for a while," Cheryl said. "I'm just a little
cold." She burrowed back under the covers and rolled to face me.
"Good night," she yawned. I reached out and touched the satin
material, and I felt my fatigue rise. I smiled, closed my eyes,
and fell into a deep, even sleep.




              

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