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Deep Secret Ch. 26 – Satiety free porn video
Christmas season starts in summer! How can Labor Day, Columbus Day, Halloween, Veteran’s Day, or even Thanksgiving Day compete with a holiday that gets hyped two seasons early?
I hate to begin anything I say with something like, ‘When I was a kid…’ so I won’t. I will say, though, that well more than a decade ago when I was still in my twenties, people would remark when holiday decorations went up in town before Thanksgiving Day.
‘What’s the rush?’ they’d ask rhetorically. ‘Let’s just enjoy raking leaves, chopping firewood, and getting ready for winter. There’s still the Thanksgiving holiday travel season. Let’s hold off until after that’s over, shall we?’
But that was then and this is now. My loving and lovely wife Amanda had just come back from our oldest child’s school’s Thanksgiving play with the other two in tow. I wished I had made it, but I’d been working hard on a presentation for a client the first thing on Monday morning and wanted to get everything in order so I wouldn’t have to work over the weekend — the weekend before Thanksgiving.
Just as I had taken off my shoes and lit a fire, I began to relax. To enhance the beginnings of my stress relief I put on some recordings of the concertos for piano that Mozart composed between 1784 and 1786. I had happy memories of discovering those pieces in a series of concerts that I’d gone to in college with a girlfriend at the time, although I could not remember her name. Regardless, adding to my increasingly relaxed state was a glass of a northern Italian red. In my mind I could hear Hannibal Lecter saying ‘A census taker once tried to test me, I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.’ But I was actually feeling good about the week’s preparation and, upstairs, the house began to rumble with three tired yet excited kids.
Amanda came in and gave me a kiss, her lips cold from the fall air, but the kiss was warm and sexy. I congratulated myself on being a very lucky man. What had I done to deserve all of this?
As the four of them rattled the rafters, getting ready for bed, I looked out at the backyard and the woods beyond in the crisp moonlit night. They had forecast snow for the weekend, beginning late tonight. I was truly fortunate to be warm and snug with my family in our home, especially with the coming storm.
Once the ablutions began to ebb upstairs I put another log on the fire and poured myself another glass of the red. This night also brought back memories of the same Friday night prior to Thanksgiving back in the late 1990s. I hadn’t seen Simone since the night before the surprise.
To be more complete, I should state that Simone was often surprising me. I was surprised that she’d even said yes when I asked her out on our first date. There was the surprise of seeing her naked for the first time — and virtually every time afterwards. This, of course, included discovering her bra size, one of my personal favorite pieces of information.
Then the shock of her amazing oral abilities, abilities that those porn stars who were capable of deep throating could not even dream of possessing. Her throating ability was more akin to a combination of sword swallowing and face fucking than simply deep throating.
And the list of surprises would not be complete without her martial arts abilities as well as her life of secrecy and lies.
Needless to say, she surprised me often — and most of those times the surprise was pleasant.
However, the night she came to me a few days after the Halloween party as I lay fast asleep and first fucked my brains out and then sucked out any sexual fluids that might have been left in me, well, that night there was a real surprise.
We were cuddling in bed after the aforementioned suck, Simone still maintaining my semen in her mouth, enjoying the liquid, swishing it around slowly in her mouth. It was then that we heard a noise in the hall outside the bedroom.
I was sure she’d quickly swallow my seed, get up, and fling herself at the intruder, disarming and rapidly making him unconscious. But, she seemed content to stay still and purr in contentment.
Could she have not heard the sound? No, not Simone. She was too finely tuned to her surroundings — as anyone in her line of work would be — to let someone get the jump on her.
So I sat up and, reaching for the light on the nightstand, tried to see into the darkness. But, as I was struggling to reach the lamp, Simone jumped up and in one swift and silent movement disappeared into the hallway.
This stopped me dead in my tracks. Did she want me to leave the light off? Was there some clandestine meeting taking place? And mostly, was it even safe for me to know what was happening? After all she didn’t seem to be concerned about any violence when she took off — with, I reminded myself, my load of semen probably still in her mouth!
Ergo, I stayed in bed in the dimly lit room. As I waited for her to return and, I hoped, to resolve the current mystery, I propped up the pillows behind me. I remembered the great fuck and the even greater blowjob she’d just given me. It had been three days since I’d last seen her at the party. Of course, I wish I had heard from her during those days — especially in light of her mission and the danger involved therein — but still I had the good feelings that come with a couple of great orgasms.
I knew things were OK when I heard some soft, slow, and bluesy saxophone music playing in the other room. A few moments later after hearing what sounded like two women whispering, Simone in her naked glory, those incredibly large breasts moving fluidly across her torso and a darker-skinned woman wearing a dark colored bra and panties entered the bedroom.
A few months ago, before I’d met Simone I would probably have been surprised. Now, though, with all that had happened, it didn’t have much of an effect except for making me hard again at the sight of the Simone and the other woman.
Glancing over at the clock I noticed that it was close to three. There was no way, I decided, that I was going in to the office today — at least not in the morning. I was thankful that we (my B-school group) had finished our project for this evening’s presentation.
Meanwhile, Simone came to bed, gave me a kiss, and said, ‘Ed, you remember Joa Lucetina from the other night?’
As she got closer, I saw that Joa’s lingerie was a dark blue or purple, showing off her dark skin. She was taller than I remembered and had larger breasts too. This, I guess, was owed to never having seen her half-naked. Actually, I was trying to not wet myself the other night so I had a completely different focus.
Now, in the nighttime light of my bedroom Joa looked like a supermodel, perhaps an inch or two taller than Simone, with curves in all the right places. In fact, she could have been wearing a bikini right now for all I knew.
Speaking of what I knew, Simone’s kiss had smelled of cum with a little of her perfume mixed in for good measure. Now I remembered that she had left the room with a mouthful of semen…
Hmm, was it possible that she had swapped it with Joa? Was I just fantasizing because I had one naked and one nearly so Amazons in my bedroom at 3:00?
Probably so. When your naked girlfriend brings another woman with her wearing only a bra and panties into your bedroom it’s probably a sign that you’re going to have a ménage-a-trois. Right?
I must admit that I felt a little pressure. I was beat from three days of worry about Simone. It was three in the morning. And, lastly, I’d just had two orgasms in past hour or so. Could I get hard again quickly?
While I was ruminating about my body’s reproductive system’s current status, Simone and Joa had hopped into bed with me, removed Joa’s lingerie, and were each lightly caressing the other. I suddenly felt like the third thumb.
That is, at least until Simone leapt over me so that I was lying bet
ween the two of them, their bodies smooth and taut next to my skin. At first it was a little intimidating, but as soon as each of them began to rub my chest and move down to my cock, I no longer worried about my possible performance anxiety.
Houston, we are a go.
My dick — and perhaps this is true for most men — is what it is. From my experience, guys don’t talk to other guys much about their cocks, but from the little conversing I’ve done about it, mainly as a high school kid, well, you get what you get. If you have a big cock, so be it. If you have a cock that curves to one side, so be it. I think you just get used to yourself.
I was pretty satisfied with mine. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small. I’d had more than a few of my partners tell me that I was hitting her cervix and to not thrust as hard or so deep. I guessed that meant that I was at least long enough. Some women liked the fact that I was not too big in circumference, but I’d heard a few women say that they enjoyed a wide cock.
Most of my partners had told me that — just like that old song — ‘it ain’t the meat, it’s the motion.’ Whether these women were trying to make me feel good or not, they appeared to enjoy what I did with them while we were in bed. (Of course, there were the whole Seinfeld and When Harry Met Sally… things about faking it, but I think I (just like most men, since we have no way of dealing with such duplicity — or even knowing it when it arises) just need to dismiss it and go on my way when trying to please women.)
Now, that was not the case with Simone. With her I think the ratio of blowjobs to fucks was probably 20 or 25 to 1. That was what she wanted so who was I to argue?
Anyway, Joa’s hand was firmly but smoothly stroking my cock near the head and Simone’s hand was fondling my balls while each of them was kissing and licking my neck, ear, and parts of my face. It was one of the most sensual things I’d ever felt, especially heightened by the soft plaint of the wailing sax coming from the other room.
I briefly thought about work and school, but decided to be in the moment (Good decision, Ed, I told myself.) and went back to savoring the pleasure I was feeling. Adding to which I could noticeably feel each woman’s erect nipples rubbing along my torso.
Yeow. This was great!
Of course my mind was still racing: Was there something I should be doing? Should I turn my head and kiss Simone? Or was that rude and I should lean the other way and kiss Joa? Maybe I should start kissing their bodies? Yes. That was it, I thought. I started to get up off my back and go for Simone’s boobs. That was always a good thing to do. Why not? It was certainly familiar territory. I couldn’t even begin to count how much time I’d spent licking and sucking on those babies.
However, maybe that was rude and I should do that to Joa’s tits. What a dilemma. On the other hand, I’d never quite had such a dilemma in my life. In fact, I doubt most men had had such a dilemma. What to do? What to do?
Fortunately, at the moment that I started to go for Simone’s rack, she said, ‘See. What did I tell you? It’s great, no?’
OK. That must be for Joa since I had no idea what this was about.
‘And you just came twice?’ Joa asked, looking at me.
I stammered something, ‘Um, uh, yeah.’
‘Impressive,’ she said, continuing to stroke my dick.
‘Here, if you want proof,’ said Simone. And with that, the two of them went down to my crotch, first Simone and then Joa, licking around the base, apparently one showing the other the remnants of our previous fucking.
‘Whoa. You two taste great,’ Joa said seemingly surprised at the liquids that were still in my pubes.
Even though it was far from the appropriate metaphor, ‘Any port in a storm’ popped into my brain as first Simone and then Joa took my cock into her mouth. For the next few minutes, they were trading eights with my cock, first one, then the other would suck, while the alternate one would continue manipulating my ball sack.
Both of them were on a mission to catch my emission, quite focused on the task at hand. I put my hand down to touch and caress the tops of both heads and necks. I have no idea if it made them feel good, but they both felt nice to me.
If I could have decided if it made them feel good at the moment when the smell of ‘female’ started to enhance the aromas in the room, it would have to be when Simone was on task and indicated something to Joa. Suddenly it seemed that the smell of pussy had been infused into the room. Before I knew it, Simone was working her way down my shaft, slowly inhaling me to the back of her mouth and beyond.
‘I always was fascinated by how you can do that so easily,’ Joa said to Simone.
As she pulled herself off my cock, Simone said, ‘You can do it now, too, you know.’
‘Yeah,’ replied Joa. ‘But I’ve really had to work at it. I can’t tell you how many times I retched trying to quell my gag reflex. I thought I’d never want to see the back end of a spoon again.’
‘You used a spoon handle?’
‘Before I could even think about a dildo, I had to get that gag reflex under control.’
‘I remember doing it as a kid. It just came naturally for me. My first boyfriend just shoved my head down on his cock and it went down my throat. I thought that was what I was supposed to do. I didn’t gag because I never gag.’
‘OK, you can stop bragging,’ Joa said.
I almost felt like an interloper when I said, ‘Um, ladies, that feels so good.’
‘Oh yeah, Ed, how the hell are you?’ Simone kidded me. ‘I hope you don’t mind. I shared some of our sexual exploits with Joa. Ever since we first had sex together she was fascinated by my deep throating technique. I gave her some pointers and she’s been practicing.’
‘I can tell,’ I said, stating the obvious.
‘And his cum is delicious,’ Simone said to Joa, a statement to which I had nothing to add.
‘OK, here goes,’ said Joa, getting on all fours directly between my legs as Simone looked on in anticipation.
She wasn’t the only one looking with anticipation. As much as Simone’s body was awesome, Joa’s was new to me and, variety being the spice of life, I was enjoying touching and looking at her body too.
My cock was awfully wet by now and it seemed that Joa had no problem taking almost all of it into her mouth and down her throat. There was an inch — maybe two — that she still had to conquer. I estimated that it was that last part that was the hardest for those learning and doing the technique.
She held me there, licking on the underside of my shaft. I could feel her warm breath on my groin as her tongue moved, making love to my cock. Deciding it was time, she appeared to tense up and push more of me into her mouth. It felt so good and tight way in the back, like every part of my cock was being caressed and held tightly, but with slow movements in and out.
I could almost feel more pre-seminal fluids gushing out of the tip, way in the back of her mouth. She kept her head there for what seemed to be a long time, pulled off me, rubbed my cock around her mouth and even her face. Her smooth cool skin felt like a completely different sensation, not as potentially orgasmic but with care, an indication that she wanted me to come. And, that she was going to make it happen.
Going down on me again, I relaxed, just wanting to feel those beautiful lips wrapping themselves around the base of my cock. She was on her way to getting there when I realized that Simone was gone. As I flexed my abs, pushing deeper into Joa’s throat and she taking it like a pro, I realized that Simone had moved down under Joa and was licking her pussy, her lower body mostly off the bed, but from what I could see with one had holding Joa’s pussy apart and the other hand working at her own, she didn’t seem to be in any distress or discomfort.
Something caused me to return my attention to my cock and I realized
that it had disappeared down Joa’s throat. It was that same tight, extraordinarily exciting feeling of complete enclosure that had me on the verge of having another orgasm. Her lips were slowly opening and closing over the root of my cock, her hands working over my balls and the space behind them. Her nose was pressed firmly against my abs and she was slowly pushing down, then releasing the pressure, then pushing down again. I don’t know if she was able to breathe, but it didn’t seem to matter to her so I decided not to worry about it. Let’s face it, I wasn’t forcing her to do anything.
Joa, though, apparently was getting worked up for my orgasm. Simone and, now it seemed, Joa were the first women I’d ever met who wanted me to come so much in order to have their orgasms. It was a treat, though there was a part of me that felt like it wasn’t fair to them. I decided, for the nonce, not to focus on that part.
As Joa was clearly heading toward her climax and Simone sounded like she was already there, but keeping it going, I decided that I was ready too. (It wasn’t a difficult decision, but I thought it was worth mentioning that as I surveyed the room.) Joa had taken a moment to pull off my dick and then immediately went down on it with a fervor even more intense that she had previously shown.
If anything, it felt like I was even deeper than before, though I didn’t think that was possible. Her steady pressure-on-pressure-off technique with her lips tightly sealed around the base and her nose against my stomach was having its effect. I could feel my orgasm begin way down inside of me.
Maybe it was the extended use this evening or the extra arousal from two totally smoking hot women, but the orgasm caught me by surprise. It was so much more exciting than I had been expecting.
My juices seemed to come down the tubing so quickly that the first shot had to go straight down Joa’s esophagus. Realizing that I was coming, Joa made some feral sound and slowly moved back up my shaft, feeling, I’m sure, the shots hit the back of her mouth. It must have given her a pleasant sensation because I could feel her body trembling with excitement and a paroxysm of muscle contractions began. Simone, not one to leave all the orgasms to others, was obviously doing her own thing, a fact I confirmed by looking in the full-length mirror attached to the bedroom closet door.
I could feel a good five or six shots had spurted into Joa’s accommodating mouth. It felt like a party was going on somewhere between the head of my cock, the base of her tongue, and the back of her mouth.
These feelings of sexual release, then, were simultaneously shared by the three of us in that room. I continued to cum and I was sure all of the juice was pooling in the lower end of Joa’s mouth around her front teeth and lips. I have no idea how much I shot, but the orgasm lasted a long time. That appeared to be true for all of us, as Joa and Simone both were making a combination of high pitched and low guttural noises at nearly the same time.
When we each came to her (or in my case, his) senses there was a collective sigh of relaxation in the bedroom. No one moved for a minute or two.
Finally, I began to feel Joa slowly release my now softening dick, carefully maintaining the tight seal in order to keep my semen from leaking out. As if knowing what they were doing next, the dynamic deep throating duo both moved in unison so that Simone was lying on her back, her head resting on my abdomen, facing the ceiling. Joa moved up, her head above Simone’s and facing me.
I knew what was coming next, but it was still one of the indelible memories of my life. Simone reached up with her lips and began to kiss Joa’s chin and her face, licking her lips, slowly going over her lower and then her upper lip. Then she moved along the underside of her chin, licking down to her pendulous breasts before returning to just under her mouth.
Joa gave her a peck on her lips, then, she looked at me in the dimness of the bedroom, slowly smiling, her lips still closed, but her beautiful dark eyes seemed to say ‘thank you.’ It was at that moment that she parted her lips just enough to permit some of my semen mixed with her saliva to drip down her lower lip, down her chin, and into Simone’s waiting, parted mouth.
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