Message-ID: <17295eli$9811190431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17295.txt> From: "Solange Lafemme" <my_masters_slave@hotmail.com> Subject: A Lesson for Ken by Solange LaFemme (MF, MFM, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19981118180231.22468.qmail@hotmail.com> Standard Warnings: This is a story for adults. You know, those of us who can vote, pay taxes, stay up past midnight. I can't stop you from reading it, so if you're offended, don't forget, it was your choice to read this. Any commments or suggestions are appreciated, as always. The idea for this story came from conversations with various men, who are adamant that they could tell whether the person giving them a blow job was male or female. It is my contention they could not. A Lesson for Ken by Solange LaFemme copywrite 1998 Carrie decided to teach Ken a lesson. She loved him, wanted to make him happy, but she was so tired of his attitude towards gay men. She assumed it was a typical male reaction. To get turned off thinking about two men having sex, especially giving each other blow jobs. But how turned on they got, thinking about two women having sex. She smiled wickedly, knowing what she had planned for him tonight. There was a gay man at Carrie's office, named Clark. He was tall, not bad looking, with a good build. Broad shoulders, slim waist, and long legs. Light brown hair and warm brown eyes. He and Carrie were good friends, sharing lunch hours frequently, talking about everything in their different lives. Carrie had wondered what he would be like in bed, and wished he did like women. Clark was not currently involved with anyone, which had made it easier for Carrie to ask him for this special favor. And when Clark heard, he laughed and readily agreed. Carrie and Ken had been together for a little over a year, living together for the last six months. Ken was everything she had hoped for. He was caring and loving, and inventive and funny. And that was just in bed. He was smart, and hard working and giving and gentle. They were talking about marriage sometime in the future. Ken didn't approve of Clark, solely on the grounds he was gay. They had met on a few occasions, but Carrie hadn't given up trying to get the two men to be friends. Ken was too darned stubborn sometimes. But because he loved Carrie, he agreed to try to be more tolerant of Clark. One night, as they were getting ready for bed, Ken came over and to Carrie, and kissed her mouth. His tongue probed her mouth and teased her tongue. She got the message and began unbuttoning his shirt, and kissed his neck. She bit and nibbled his neck, and with each button that came undone, went further down his chest. She pulled each of his nipples into her mouth, and felt his cock pushing against her leg. His shirt was just about off, and she was down near his belly button.. She pushed her tongue into his belly button as she started to unzip his pants. She was on her knees by now, and with the zipper opening, his cock nearly slapped her in the face. Ken had his hands on her shoulders, and commanded Carrie to suck him now. Even though his jeans were just pulled down to below his knees. He couldn't wait much longer to have Carrie's talented mouth on his aching cock. Carrie licked her lips, and Ken smiled down at her. Ken loved blow jobs, almost more than anything. He loved the way he felt in charge, the way Carrie's mouth felt on his cock. If it were up to him, she would be sucking his cock every hour. Her tongue snaked out, and began to lick his cock head, She bathed the shaft up and down his full 7 inches, and down to his balls. She could taste his precum on her tongue. Ken's breathing was getting faster, and he gasped as she took him completely in her mouth. Carrie slowly and deliberately sucked him, teasing his hard cock with her tongue and lips. His cock filled her mouth to the maximum, and each time she deep throated him, she just about gagged. But she was quite experienced at sucking his cock, and had learned how to take his cock all the way in, since he loved that so much. Her tongue licked at the very sensitive part of his cock, just under the head. Her hands were on his ass cheeks, pinching his butt lightly while she continued her blow job. She tightened her lips around the shaft as it pumped in her mouth. Ken had his hands on her head, guiding her movement and speed. He was getting closer, and Carrie readied herself for his climax. She relaxed her throat muscles as he began shooting out stream after stream of cum into her mouth. Carrie swallowed the first two and let the rest dribble out of her mouth. Ken stopped pumping her mouth, and relaxed the hold on her head. His eyes lost their glazed look, and he helped Carrie up off the floor. "You're the best, baby," he sighed. That's when Carrie first got the idea. Carrie took off her clothes, and got into bed with Ken. He began to play with her tits, making her nipples hard and erect, then kissed her stomach. She started nibbling his ears, and said, "So, you think I give the best blow job you ever had?". He smiled and started sucking on her nipples. He mumbled something that sounded like a yes. Carrie put the idea to the back of her mind, and concentrated on what Ken's lips and mouth were doing to her tit. It was sending shivers of excitement down to her cunt… and her clit. She had very sensitive nipples, and Ken was teasing them just the way she liked. Biting them just hard enough to arouse without hurting her. She wanted his mouth on her cunt, thought. And Ken, reading her body, moved his way down her body to her cunt and her hard little clit. Ken pointed his tongue, and ran it between her pussy lips and then over the outer ones. With his big hands, he spread Carrie's legs wider apart, till her cunt opened wide for him, like a flower in bloom. She was wet, and her feminine scent wafted out to his nose. His tongue started licking her open cunt, from side to side and then top to bottom. Carrie was wriggling against his face, wanting his tongue on her clit. Finally, Ken began to pay attention to her clit. He sucked it into his mouth, and then started teasing it with his tongue. Carrie began to writhe and suddenly, she felt her orgasm building. Ken kept nipping at her clit, and soon Carrie was calling out in orgasm, and Ken lapped up all her juices as fast as he could. Carrie loosened her legs from Ken's head, and he climbed on top of her, and guided his once again hard cock inside her. They moved together as two lovers do, knowing instinctively the right rhythm. Ken played with her tits while his cock filled her cunt, and Carrie tilted her hips so his cock rubbed her clit on each stroke. Soon, they were moving faster, panting hard and moaning as their second orgasms of the night swept over them. Carrie kissed Ken goodnight, and they fell asleep in each others arms. Ken had gotten back to their place first, and saw Carrie's note. It read, I've left the fixings for dinner in the fridge, and please set the table for three. I'll be home around 7. Ken was puzzled, since Carrie hadn't said anything about company. But he threw together a salad and put a pot of water on the stove for spaghetti. The sauce was simmering on the stove, filling the house with a pleasant aroma. He set the table, and waited till Carrie came home to put the spaghetti in the boiling water. A few minutes before 7, he heard the car pull into the driveway. He peeked out the window, and saw Carrie and Clark heading towards the house. He muttered damn to himself, but he remembered his promise to be nicer to Clark. Carrie greeted Ken with a big kiss, and Clark just shook Ken's hand. Carrie went in to finish dinner while the men went into the den and tried to find a common topic to discuss. It turned out they were both interested in sports cars, so they had no trouble passing the time until dinner. In fact, when Carrie told them dinner was on the table, they almost didn't hear her. They continued talking cars while they ate, and Carrie was pleased that things were going so smoothly. She kept filling Ken's wine glass, so he didn't realize he was slowly getting drunk. After they ate, they went back to the den and continued talking. Ken was slightly tipsy, so that when the conversation turned to sex, he didn't even realize it. Carrie and Clark had planned it out very carefully. Carrie innocently asked Clark about his sex life. She wanted to know if he had any special techniques for giving his lover a blow job, saying that Ken just loved getting them. Clark told Carrie he personally loved having the head teased, and his balls cupped and squeezed. Ken found himself getting aroused by the talk, and wasn't even bothered by the fact it was Clark that was talking about it. Carrie knew the wine would dull Ken's inhibitions. And that was when she brought up the subject of who was better at giving blow jobs, gay men, or women. Ken said he was sure women had to be better. Carrie winked at Clark, and then dropped her bombshell. "Do you want to find out, Ken?", she asked. Ken tried not to show how flustered he was by that question. But he was horny and his cock was semi hard under his jeans. He wasn't sure he understood, and found himself asking what did she mean by that. Clark answered by saying, "are you up to a test, Ken?" Ken found himself nodding, and not knowing why. Suddenly, Carrie was kissing his mouth, and reassuring him, that he would truly enjoy this. She pulled a blindfold out of her pocket, and put it on Ken, making sure he could not see anything. Suddenly, Ken felt his whole world shift from a visual world to one where his other senses took over. He felt Carrie's soft hands on his, helping him up. So that had to be Clark's hand on his belt buckle. He heard each individual tooth on the zipper separate as someone unzipped his pants. He smelled Carrie's perfume and Clark's after shave lotion. He felt the cool air on his cock as his pants were pulled down. Once his pants were open, and pulled down enough to free his cock, hands took his and tied them behind his back. He knew those were Clark's that gripped his hands. Carrie was saying this way he could not reach out and touch the person sucking his cock. He was guided down to the chair and seated. Lips were suddenly on his cock. Someone had taken the head in their mouth, and began licking the head with their tongue. The tongue teased and tantalized Ken's cock, and it was growing harder than it had ever been before. Not having the luxury of watching his cock being mouth fucked, Ken could only focus on how it felt. And it felt great. Whoever was sucking his cock knew what they were doing. So far they had concentrated just on the head, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted the mouth to engulf his whole cock in its warm wetness, to start moving up and down on it with a tight suction. But there was nothing he could do about it. Just as he was enjoying what was being done to his cock, the mouth let go of his cock. Then he felt his balls being licked. The tongue swept over them, and then one of his balls was sucked into someone's mouth. Ken wondered who. He was positive it was Carrie, her soft sweet mouth surrounding his balls. But then doubts crept in, and he wasn't so sure anymore. It did feel different, or so he thought. Maybe it was Clark. No, he was positive it was Carrie. As his mind was starting to think about who, and not what, he was brought to reality as he realized no one was doing anything to his cock. He could hear breathing. He wanted to say something, but what?? Get back to sucking my dick!? So he sat, feeling his cock pulsating and dripping precum. Time seemed to stop. Then, finally, someone had taken his cock in their mouth. He knew it was Carrie. He could tell by the pressure she was using as her mouth moved up and down his shaft. He relaxed again, and let the sensation of her mouth on his cock overtake his mind and body. Then the pressure got tighter and the motion was more jerky. Carrie always moved at a steady rhythm. Oh my god! It was Clark. Or was it Carrie pretending to be Clark. Stop thinking he said to himself, and just experience. So Ken turned off his brain and let the sensations take over again. The mouth on his cock was moving up and down, faster. His cock went to the back of that person's throat. His cock was held there and the person's tongue swept across the shaft, and under the head. Ken was more aroused than he imagined he could be from just a blow job, since all his senses were focused on his cock. Now his cock was being fucked by this mouth surrounding it. With a rapid pace, he was being sucked, teased and it would not be much longer before he came. Whoever was sucking him knew that, and began to work harder, licking and teasing his cock as it was being driven closer to climax. Ken growled out "I'm cumming" as his balls tightened and he released his cum into the mouth on his cock. His cock was held firmly, lips tight around the head just as he liked. He felt the streams of cum pulse out of his cock and being swallowed by the person who was sucking him off. His cock was still being milked by this mouth, and Ken was oblivious to anything but his cock and how he felt. Then, he cock was let go, and he started getting back to normal. His now empty cock was lying against his leg. He had just had a blow job. He had just had one HELL of a blow job. The only problem was, he didn't know who had given it to him. Was it his girlfriend, Carrie, or her gay co-worker, Clark? Carrie and Clark were smiling in a conspiratorial manner, looking down at Ken. Ken rubbed his eyes as his girlfriend Carrie took off his blindfold, freed his hands. "You sit there," Carrie said, while she and Clark left him, and went in the bathroom to brush and swirl mouthwash in their mouths. Now Ken would never know who gave him the best blow job he had ever had. 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