Queen for a Day: Part 24

Annie’s orgasm doesn’t so much end as just peter out from sheer exhaustion. Whether it was one long monster climax or a whole bunch in succession I could not say, all I knew was that while it took longer to get Ann to the mountain top once she was there she was THERE.

“Hohhhh.” With a shuddering moan she pushes my head away from her cooch as if she couldn’t handle another second of contact with my tongue. Her legs tremble, her body shakes and she holds me at bay as the aftershocks ripple through her. In her chair my wife stares at Ann with jealous envy even as she smooths her dress where Ann had been holding onto her leg.

I wipe my wet beard and mustache and smack my lips. “You taste fucking amazing.”

“Ohhh my God! David!” She cranes her head to the right. “Sarah!”

“Huh!?” Sarah peeps.

“Ohhhhh.” Ann flops down as flaccid as a rag doll. “You taught this man well.” Reaching up with a shaky hand she runs her fingers through my chest hairs. “Wow.”

“I…never taught him…that.” Sarah says softly, looking at me as if some stranger had inhabited my body. “He’s…never done it quite like that before.”

“The old dog learned some new tricks.” I shoot her a wink, already looking forward to going down on her with my new moves.

Pushing up off the sofa I stand to loom large over Ann. Ann lays where I left her, splayed out on the sofa with her head close to Sarah, and looks me up and down with hungry eyes. As I pull down my fly Annie sits up to face me. Hooking my thumbs in my underwear I start to push them and my pants down but it is Ann that finishes the job. Hurriedly she takes them down to my ankles then shoots back up again to look at my rock hard manhood that had sprung from its fabric prison.

“Mmm!” Without a second of hesitation Annie takes a grip on my six inch tool with its slight upward curve and begins to stroke it. For a long moment she just…admires it, gazing at my cock with lust and awe. It was in that moment I saw the long hidden desire of a girlish crush truly reveal itself. How often had she fantasized about being in just this position? How often had she wondered what my manhood looked like? It was hard for me to fathom but at this very moment I was making dreams come true.

“So?”

“Hm?”

“Was it worth the risk?” I grin. “Worth bein stuffed in a locker for?”

Ann and I share a chuckle at the inside joke. From the corner of my eye I catch Sarah fidget nervously in the chair. Glancing her way I see that her brows are furrowed and her hands clenched into fists. That little moment of connection Ann and I just shared hit her as hard as me going down on her. Again, how well I knew that ordeal from some of the more intimate moments that she and Emile had shared.

“Hell yes.” Ann answers with gusto as she strokes me. I rest my hand on her head to pull her closer but she was already on the move. “Mmmm.” Ann wraps her warm mouth around my cock and begins to suck.

“Hohhhhh!” I sigh as pleasure encircles my dick.

Sucking back to my tip she then turns her head to run her lips down the side. “Mmm!” She tongues the underside of my base, prodding against my scrotum, before throwing me for a loop by suddenly baring her teeth and chomping down on my shaft like a dog with a bone. “Hngh, heh, heh!” She chuckles mischievously as she bites down just enough for me to really feel it.

“Behave.” I grab her long black hair and give it a tug.

“Hah!” She gasps loudly at my show of control then grins wickedly. “MMMM!” With redoubled passion she latches onto my cock again and starts giving me head. “Hm! Mm! Mm!”

Loosening my grip I pet her silky hair as she shows me some skills of her own. Annie wasn’t nearly as practiced a cock sucker as what I was used to and she couldn’t deep throat me like Sarah could yet she was certainly no slouch. A mouth on my dick felt amazing, obviously, but it was all the little differences that I really savored. Her tongue was strong, rapid and could flick like a snake’s. Just as Sarah used her unusually strong resistance to her gag reflex to her advantage so Ann used her tongue. Where my wife by now would be settling into a hard sucking rhythm Ann was using my dick as her own personal playground. Her tongue slapped and twirled around my knob, it lapped and prodded at my hole and around the ridge of my knob, and when she really got going it seemed to be everywhere at once! She kept sealing her lips around my shaft or head then releasing it again with a loud sucking pop before letting her tongue go wild again.

“Ohhhh fuck.” I sigh.

“I’m a little out of practice.” Ann quips as she pumps my spit slick dick with her hand.

“You’re doin just fine! Whoo!”

“Nnngh!” Round and around that incredible tongue of hers swirls.

“Ohhh, damn!”

The longer she went the more things she tried. It was fun to watch her figuring me out, honing in on what I liked and didn’t like and what she enjoyed doing to me. Sarah knew me like the back of her hand so it was cool to watch a woman have to explore things with me for the first time again. I also loved how she was getting noticeably bolder and better with each passing minute. Her inexperience wasn’t a hindrance but a joy to behold. She wasn’t at all repressed like Sarah used to be but she was nowhere near the confident and seasoned dick sucker that she was now. Ann was in her own space somewhere in between and it was awesome. And to experience it all while my beloved spouse looked on, well…downright sinful!

I glance over to check on my wife and ask her opinion about Ann’s improving technique. What I see though stays my question. Sarah was sitting there with her eyes closed and an expression on her face not of kinky fun but of enduring a necessary pain. That…I did not recognize. When I sat in that chair I was suffering but I was enjoying every second of it. I could have pulled my eyes away if I wanted to. While we had our similarities Sarah and I were not the same. Shit!

“Baby.” I whisper.

“Hm?” Sarah’s big blue eyes blink open. She flashes me a forced smile and asks. “Is she good, baby?”

In that moment I am struck with my love for her. Reaching out for her I say. “I need you, Sarah.”

“Oh!” She lets out a soft gasp then springs to her feet to take my hand. “I’m here.”

“Ohhh, I need you.” I pull her into my side and wrap my arm around her. Nuzzling into her soft blond hair I whisper. “I love you.”

“Oh! I love you, David! I’m here! I’m right here, baby. It’s okay.”

“Um.” Ann stops her blowjob, understandably confused by what was happening above her.

“No, no.” Sarah says, proudly clutching to my side. “Keep going. You’re doing great.”

Ann looks at me curiously then returns to sucking my dick, though she continued to be perplexed.

My wife looks up at me. “She’s good, huh?”

“Yeah. Real good.”

“I could learn a thing or two.” She smiles, this one real, then tilts her head up for a kiss. Leaning down I kiss her softly. “Oh! I can taste her!” Sarah peeps. After a moment she smacks her lips. “She does taste good!” She then looks back down to the woman sucking her hubby’s dick. “You taste good, Annie.”

“Um. Thanks?” Annie says, weirded out but still going at it.

I nearly laugh at my quirky little spouse. I thought we were about to cut things short but having been drawn into the scene and having physical contact with me seemed to have done wonders for my jealous wife. Unlike me Sarah was not a watcher. The voyeuristic side of cuckolding left her feeling too alone and isolated. But at my side…she was starting to get into it!

“He likes his balls getting played with.” Sarah whispers.

“Mmm.” Ann tickles my nuts. “Like this?”

“Ooo!” I flinch.

Sarah giggles at my reaction. “Uh huh.” She hugs me, kisses my chest, then glides down to kneel clutched to my leg so that she could watch Annie up close. “His knees will start getting shaky when he’s close to cumming.”

“Mmm.” Ann slurps off my dick. “Thanks, Sarah.”

“You’re welcome.” Sarah says. “He cums a lot.”

“Mm! Mrm! Schlrm!”

“You’re doing really good.”

“Sharah.” Ann says with her cheek full of cock. “Shut up!”

“Oh!” Sarah giggles. “Sorry.

“Mmm!”

“Um…”

“What?”

“Just one more thing?”

With an exasperated sigh Ann stops altogether to face Sarah. “Yes?”

“Um…” Sarah bows her head sheepishly, her cheeks turning pink with a blush. “May I…touch myself?”

“May you…?” Ann looks up at me then back to Sarah. “Do you need my permission?”

“Yes, Queen.”

“Ohhh.” Annie laughs and looks up at me before giving my nuts a firm tug. “You are a cruel, evil, wicked man. He he he! I like it!” She looks at Sarah and answers flatly. “No. You may not. Now quick cock blocking and shush!” Then she returns to sucking my dick. “Mmm!”

“Ooohhhhh.” Sarah squirms, nearly bursting with lust, and clutches harder to my leg. “You two are so meeean!”

“You heard the Queen, honey. Shhh.”

“Hmph!”

“Mmm! Such a good cock.” Ann teases her between long, hard licks up my shaft. “Such a big, hard cock. Mmmm!”

“And it’s all yours tonight.” Grabbing her head in one hand I slap my cock against her lips with the other. Ann loves it! Opening her mouth wide she sticks out her tongue so I could slap my dick across it. Beside her Sarah’s eyes bulged as she licked her lips hungrily. Feeding my manhood into Ann’s open mouth I cup my right hand behind her head and begin to face fuck her at my own rhythm. “Yeahhhh.”

“Mmm! Mm! Mm!” Annie ravenously sucks my cock.

My left hand I let drift to my side where I find Sarah’s wavy locks. I stroke my wife’s head. When she looks up at me I see that crazy passion had returned to her eyes. What a sight. What a sight! Kneeling at my feet I had a smokin hot Asian giving me head and a gorgeous blonde gazing up at me like I was some kind of cock dispensing god. A lust burns through me unlike any I’d experienced. Strong. Dominating. Conquering. It wasn’t as out of control or intense as when my cuckold fetish had a hold of me, and thank God for that as I would have been busting within the first couple of minutes, but it satisfied desires buried in me nearly as powerful.

The longer Ann sucks me the deeper Sarah’s fingers dug in my knee and thigh. She watched the another woman give head to her husband with savage intensity. Oh how she wanted my cock. Oh how she wished she was Ann. Oh how I recognized once more that sizzling thrill that only jealousy could provide. You never truly knew how much you could want somebody until you couldn’t have them and someone else could.