Her first attempt

“Oh my god. It’s huge!”

“I told you. You probably figured I was exaggerating.”

“I did. But you actually understated it. I can hardly fit it in my hands. There’s no way, seriously, that it’ll fit in my mouth. I mean… just look at it… bigger than my face for sure.”

“I just asked you to try, just once. I know it’ll be a stretch, and take some… enthusiastic effort. But it’s not like I’m asking you to swallow the whole thing on your first try.”

“My mouth doesn’t open that far. My jaw doesn’t open that far!”

“Here… I’ll hold it. Just open up your pretty little mouth and let me feed it to you — just a little bit at first.”

“Ok. Here goes…”

“Oh, good girl! See, you can do it! Just a tiny bit more now…”

“My mous is so ull I an’t reathe!”

“Breathe later. Enjoy this moment.”

I let go with one hand. I stole a couple of waffle fries from her plate.

“I told you. They don’t call it the Five Monsters Burger for nothing.”

— Frenulum

Directness

We had been dating long enough, and feeling strongly enough about each other, that I decided… it was time.

I invited him to dinner at my place. Before he arrived, I put on carefully selected lingerie, and a white, sleeveless, low-cut dress. Heels as well, of course.

He brought flowers and wine — such a gentleman. I served dinner and we sat down to enjoy it together. Our conversation was entirely about each other, and about us. When I started saying some rather suggestive things, he definitely took notice, as I had never departed from modesty before. Soon our banter was less playful than it was steamy and replete with possibilities.

He offered to help me clear the table, but I insisted that he sit and enjoy the last of the wine. “I’ll serve dessert in just a minute.”

I got everything I needed from the kitchen, and while there, slipped out of my dress. I wore a white lace body-suit underneath, and the white spike-heeled sandals I’d worn all evening. My nipples showed through the lace. So did my lips. So did my wetness.

I came up behind him. As I laid dessert at his place, I came into his field of view. His eyes got huge and he tried to say something, but — pussy got his tongue, I guess. I found that endearing.

He glanced at his plate, and then did a double take. For on the plate there was a single, ripe, red cherry, and on the table was a hammer.

“What? I — I don’t…”

I leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“If I wanted you to pop my cherry, I would have brought you a pin.”

— Frenulum

Point of View

She always sucks me first, so I’m nice and wet and slippery, before I work my way into her cunt. Slipperiness hardly helps, though, because she’s so very tight and I’m… more than adequate.

A gradual advance is always necessary. Her hot, clinging cunt stretches just a little, and each thrust advances only a bit deeper than the last.

Oh, she’s so hot! As if that snug, sucking sheath were furnace-fed. Her body is a constant wonder to me.

At last, all the way inside. That is to say, as deep as she can take me — cervix deep. There’s still plenty left outside her pussy for her hand to fondle, stroke, and squeeze. Her fingers are so delicate, compared to the single-purpose grip of her cunt. I know it hurts a little each time I hit bottom — but I also know that turns her on even more.

My excitement is so intense it feels like I’m vibrating all over. Our pace increases. She’s nearing orgasm — all the signs are there. Faster, faster, all the way deep, now vigorous to the edge of violence. She tenses. Incredibly, she squeezes me even tighter.

She cums.

I feel every pulse of her climax, the innate rhythm coursing through her body. A second crest overtakes her.

In time, our coupling slows. I slip out of that beautiful warmth. She sucks me, lapping up her juices, as she does without fail every time.

Then she twists my bottom, quieting me, and slips me back into the nightstand drawer, ready for the next time she needs me.

— Frenulum

Wants and Needs

“Sir?”

“Why, there you are, my love. Don’t you look pretty!”

“Thank you, Sir! I do know what you like.”

“Indeed you do — to every detail.”

“Sir?”

“Mmmm?”

“I would like something, please.”

“Oh?”

“I really, really want it. Enough to kneel for you and make pleading puppy-eyes that you can’t resist.”

“And what is it that you would like, my darling?”

“Ummm...”

“I love you blushing. Such a lovely pink.”

“Yes, Sir. Please... may I have a mouthful of your thick spicy creamy cum — if I do a very good job of sucking your precious cock?”

“That’s what you want, is it? Some cum in your mouth to savor and play with and swallow?”

“Yes, please, Sir. Please please please feed me lots of your delicious cum. Please? I’ll earn it by sucking you in all the ways you taught me. Oh, Sir, I want your cum so much!”

“Want, belovèd, or need?”

“I need your cum, Sir. Your reward. Your praise for being a good girl. When you feed me, or glaze my face, or fill my adoring eyes, that’s when I know I’ve truly served you as I am meant to.”

“You need this.”

“Yes, Sir, please.”

“I think...”

“Sir?”

“That what you need, right now, is a spanking.”

“Umm...”

“I do know what you need, my own.”

“Yes. I know that. You’ve shown me so many times.”

“So a spanking it is.”

“Umm...”

“Yes?”

“Sir? Will it be a hard spanking, and a long one?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“If it’s not hard, it’s not a spanking. If I’m not crying, it’s not over.”

“Good girl.”

“I am a good girl for you, Sir, a very good girl.”

“So you’ve earned a good girl spanking... and if a good girl deserves a long, hard, spanking until she’s red, and sore, and crying, what would a very good girl deserve?”

“I... well... she, umm, I mean...”

“Just so.”

“Oh, Sir.”

“Over my lap now, sweetheart. Let’s get these panties out of the way.”

“Sir?”

“Yes, love of my life?”

“After?”

“Yes?”

“You’ll praise me then, won’t you? With cum all over my face and in my mouth and all the wonderful ways you decorate me? Because I’ve been a good girl?”

“If your gratitude is clear.”

“Oh, Sir. Of course. Always. Forever. When you give me what I need but... all the time, my center, my owner, my lover, my teacher, my friend. All the time, every second, I am so grateful for your love.”

“And I for yours, belovèd. Bottom up and legs apart, now.”

“Sir.”

— Frenulum

Relaxing Reading

She sat in a comfortable chair, reading the latest novel by a favorite author, dressed in nothing but pink-and-white striped bikini panties and five-inch heels. A fashionable lady would never omit proper footwear.

Wherever her tongue could reach, her face was clear of cum, but plenty was left on her cheeks, chin, and eyelashes, with a single thick stripe drying in her hair. A driblet of cum had fallen from face to nipple, where it clung in a short strand, every page turn causing a brief wiggle of the creamy pendulum.

From time to time the sound of her husband’s voice prompted her to send a smile his way. She loved hearing him help the other patrons of the public library.

— Frenulum