0 comments/ 14602 views/ 2 favorites Giving Back By: pamper1 This was written by my ex-husbands girlfriend... I think it's hot! =================== Sunday morning upon waking, feeling bad that I had passed out on Mike after a wonderful Saturday and evening with him, I felt that I needed to do something for him as my way of giving back to his incredible oral skills that had completely turned me upside down and inside out. So, as he laid on his back still sleeping, I ran my hands down his body feeling the warmth under the blanket that he cocooned us in the night before. I moved my right hand lightly over him and across his chest. Going slow as my hand moved lower from his chest to his abdomen. He stirred a little and turned over to his right side like facing me. I moved my hand over his hip then to his groin, I moved in closer to him and kissed his cheek. I felt his cock and wrapped my fingers around him and squeezed lightly a few times as I began to move down the bed. I held him in the palm of my hand as I scooted silently down his body until I was at the perfect level to kiss his cock then slipping him into my mouth. I felt his body begin to move but I placed my right hand over his hip to hold him in the position he was in. Moving my left hand up from under me, I held his cock at the perfect level as my mouth and sucked it lightly, moving my tongue across the head, then along the underside as I took the entire length of his flaccid cock in. I sucked him just a little harder and he began to stir again. I then began to suck him while pumping him in my hand, it didn't take him long to wake up and realize what was happening, but I was determined to finish what I started. I pulled my mouth off his hardening cock and told him to relax. I took him back into my mouth and as his cock began to grow harder and longer, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Sucking the head and pumping him in my hand, I wasn't really sure how long I would need to keep the pace let alone if I was doing it right as this was my first time of having a hard cock in my mouth. So I wasn't sure if the pace was right or if I was squeezing his shaft too hard. I just worked him and decided to use my mouth more so than my hand and moved up on him and flipped him onto his back, straddling his thighs, I was able to move to my mouth on the head and work tongue along the shaft, the head and then tongue his tight balls. He moved his hand down onto my head and ran his fingers through my hair as I could hear him moaning. Figuring I was doing it right, I kept it up and worked his thick cock in and out of my tight lips. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft at the base and pumped in my hand as I asked him if he was enjoying this. He said, 'oh yes, but be careful as you may get a mouthful of something you haven't had before', I told him to do it if it happens. I went back to his cock and began sucking him again, taking him as deep as I could into my mouth gagging myself twice but I kept on going. I felt his cock grow thick and harder as I pressed the head against the roof of my mouth and my tongue, he said he was close and wouldn't I rather feel him inside me, but I wanted him, I wanted him to fill my mouth. Pumping his shaft as my head bobbed on him, his hands reaching for my boobs, shoulder, face anything just as his body tensed and a loud deep moan came from him, I readied myself as I held the head just inside my lips as the first ribbon of cum exploded from his cock head hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag once but I quickly swallowed before the next jet shot into my mouth. Pumping the base of his cock, I sucked and swallowed repeatedly while pumping his cock in my hand. Sucking the head then tonguing the underside before wrapping my tongue around the head as my hand squeezed his shaft, pushing more cum from his shaft into my mouth. I loved the taste of him, I kept sucking him wanting to have it all being greedy in my breakfast. His body relaxed, his moans came and went as I continued to lick his shaft, over the head and along the underside. I took him back into my mouth and sucked him some more. I felt his cock go a little softer as the blood drained, but didn't want to stop so I kept sucking him. Moving my mouth over his head, and moving him in and out of my mouth as my hand fed me. Mike whispered for me to join him but I had other plans like he had Saturday night, I kept sucking him and tonguing his loosely hanging ball sack now, wanting to see if I could get him as hard as before. I just couldn't get enough of his cock in my mouth, it felt awesome, it was an incredible feeling for me and I wanted him. His cock began to grow erect again and it just made me suck him harder over again. Bobbing on the cock head and down the slick shaft, gently teasing his balls as my mouth worked up and down. Wanting to feel him grow thicker again in my mouth, it was a great sensation to feel the texture of his cock in my mouth, against my tongue and just knowing I was giving him so much pleasure. Moans began to fill the room once more, but this time I wanted him inside me, to feel his head split my lips that his tongue did to me the night before repeatedly. I wanted my tight walls to squeeze his thick cock while I move on him. As I pulled his slick cock from my mouth, I licked my fingers and rubbed myself but surprisingly, I was already quite wet as my fingers slid right inside myself. I lifted myself up and straddling his legs, I positioned myself over him as he brought his hands up and placed them on my hips. I looked him straight in the eyes and slowly sank myself down onto his stiff cock. I felt the head against my slit, then as I lowered more I felt the thick head split my lips and slip inside me. The sensation was overwhelming at first as I stopped mid way for a moment to just feel him inside me, then slowly I sank myself further until I was sitting on his hips with him totally buried inside me. He watched my expressions as he felt the tightness of my walls. It's been over 5 years since I last had a man inside me and Mike felt incredible. Feeling the thickness and the hardness inside me knowing I was going to give him pleasure as well as myself, I slowly lifted myself up then began moving on him slow at first to feel the grind, he held onto my hips tight as if guiding me. I then picked up the movement and was soon pumping his hot cock inside my wet pussy. He never looked away from his stare into my eyes, and it was that moment that my first orgasm released as I pumped his cock in and out of my spasming pussy. It felt so incredible to be making love to him like this. Faster I moved on him, wanting him so deep inside me as I rode him. Another orgasm shot through me then another. He began moaning with me as I could feel my legs start to tremble and shake, I kept with it as I wanted to feel him explode inside me. Mike was talking to me, telling me how good I felt on him, how hard he was inside my pussy. I rode him hard, as I could feel my thighs lifting me then lowering. I reached down between my thighs and raked my nails over his cock as it moved inside me. I felt another orgasm coming just as Mike moaned out and I felt the hot gush of his cum release inside me. I pumped deeper, harder until I could ride no more. He held tight to my hips as my ass ground down on him. His moans began to ease as I slowed my pumping. Collapsing on top of him with his cock still inside my walls. I could only move my legs a little bit as I moved alongside of him, my leg draped over his as we both were breathing hard. He began kissing my face, my cheek while rubbing my thigh and hip. I was in total bliss still feeling his warm cum inside my pussy. To me it felt like it was my first time making love, I was so excited when I started this, but seemed like I could sleep forever again. He had mentioned to me prior that sexual stamina is much different than physical stamina, as I didn't know how to interpret between the two not having had sex for over 5 years prior to when we met. I figured with my workout regimen on a daily basis plus my daily walks of 6-12 miles day, I would be fine when anything needing stamina was put into use. But he was so right again, it felt like I ran a marathon that morning. My legs were trembling, my thighs were tight, my breathing was heavy and he was fine. He rolled me over onto my back and leaned into me, he kissed my arms, shoulders then my lips as I turned my face to him. I felt his hand travel down from my face, to my neck then gently moving his fingertips over my erect nipples. He bent down and took my right nipple into his warm mouth as his finger traveled down between my thighs. I felt him dip a finger inside me, then up my slit and circled my clit. His fingers would circle then dip down inside me, spreading our wetness that began to seep from inside my body. His lips pursed together then began sucking my nipple while moving around and licking the swell of my breast from the top, sides an bottom. All the while his fingers played with my clit and pussy like an artist using finger paints. It wasn't long before he had my legs spread wide, as I lifted them as I pulled them up so my knees rested on my breasts and his fingers alternating between pumping me and teasing my clit. He was going to bring me to another orgasm soon as the sensations began to swell my brain, I could my moans once again filling the bedroom as he circled my clit with his fingers while slipping another inside me, he tightened his lips around my nipple and applied light pressure as I felt his tongue swipe back and forth across it. He had me so close to the edge when as I reached down to place my hand on top of his but instead, he guided my fingers to my clit and using his as a proxy, had me rubbing my clit from side to side then over the top. I was just about to cum when he whispered to me to keep rubbing as I felt him push a finger into my tight ass. He pushed in then began pumping just as the sensations exploded inside my head and tummy and I could only scream out his name as another orgasm ripped through me like a roar. He slid a finger inside my pussy and pumped me as my fingers rubbed vigorously at my clit. I moaned louder with each thrust of his hand until I saw stars in the dim room. My hand dropped off to the side, my legs crashed onto the bed and the glow I felt upon my body was electric, it felt as if small electric shocks covered my body from my face to my toes. I laid there panting once again, his finger lightly massaging the sides of my pussy before moving along my outer thigh then over my tummy and between my breasts. He placed his arm over me and pulled me to him. I tried turn to my side but had no strength to do so, he reached down and pulled the sheet that was off on his side over us and whispered to me to relax, and to doze if I wanted too. He grabbed my right hand that was laying between our bodies and we intertwined our fingers as he laid his head against my shoulder. We fell asleep for another couple of hours before waking and showering together. My legs felt wobbly, my mind was in a blur and my body felt like it was ravished thoroughly as we walked down to the local cafe. All the way down he held my hand, and as Alexa had mentioned in a comment, he took the street side of the walkway as I walked in the inside. Always a gentleman through and through. It was a great Sunday spent with my awesome lover. Giving Back to Our People Tim and I had been living selfish, self-centered lives for a long time. Yes, we had found sexual satisfaction and bliss in each other's arms, but what about the rest of the world? What about them? We looked around every day and saw bored, frustrated, unhappy men and women. We knew it was because they weren't getting off, but how could we help? After all, we were just ordinary people. Just one little couple. Nothing special. We felt helpless and decided we wanted to make a difference. And isn't that what makes life worth living? Hmm? We discussed possibly launching a telethon, like a sexual "Jerry's Kids" type of deal. Tim had some excellent ideas along these lines. First, we'd have to get a phone bank going, with volunteers to work those ringing phones as donations poured in to help the victims of crippling sexual frustration and loneliness. Then, of course, we'd need a Poster Man or Poster Woman for sexual deprivation and unhappiness. (There'd be no sexual Poster Child of course, that's a WHOLE other telethon!). Our next door neighbor, Josh, seemed to be the perfect and ideal candidate for Sexual Deprivation Poster Man. He was 45, married for 20 years to his beautiful yet materialistic high school sweetheart, and therefore, we knew for an absolute certainty and beyond all doubt, that he hadn't had any type of sexual relations for approximately 19 1/2 of the past 20 years. Yep, just your typical adult married male. Josh would be a wonderful Poster Man for sexual grief. We knew the minute the audience saw his sad, twisted face, his shoulders stooped, his shuffling, uneven walk and somewhat unbalanced gait, his pants lacking any visible signs of balls or a hard on, (he'd lost those years ago, poor guy), the donations would pour in like a huge ejaculation of love! In all fairness, and to give equal time to the opposite sex, we also needed a Poster Woman of sexual bitterness. I suggested to Tim that his mother, Beth, would make an excellent candidate. He immediately agreed. At 65, she was the most sexually crippled person we knew. Her youthful looks now completely and utterly vanished, her breasts sagging to her knees, her vagina dry as the Sahara Desert, all she had in her rotten life was shopping, shopping and more shopping. But shopping excessively hadn't compensated for the lack of a good screwing. We both knew how tormented she was. Of course, sometimes the sexually disabled among us are the cause of their own "disability". You see, Beth's husband had been totally impotent since he was 30, working 5 jobs so that Beth could live in the best of neighborhoods. But let's not blame the victim, okay? That would NOT be nice. That doesn't help Beth to heal! And healing is the goal of our little telethon. Again, a typically tragic but all too common story. So, it was settled. Josh and Beth would be the official faces of our telethon. But what to call our show? We needed a really descriptive, catchy name. Tim thought and thought. He was so good at thinking! "How about: "We Are The World"? "Tim, that's been done." "Well, can't we make it an Africa thing? Tie starving people into it somehow?" "No! People in Africa aren't sexually deprived, Tim! They fuck even when they're starving to death! Our audience is the truly sexually miserable and disabled." "You mean, like in suburbia?" "Right, those poor, lost souls. Like Josh and Beth." "Oh, you're right. I forgot. I need to stay focused. " "I like acronyms, Tim, how about SOPAD" "What's SOPAD, babe?" "Save Our Pussies And Dicks!" "Hmmm, maybe. How about, SODAP?" "Gee, Tim, let me guess, that would be Save Our Dicks And Pussies? Very funny! The men always gotta have top billing, right?" "Ha, yeah, babe! Lame joke. Well, okay, so what else do you suggest?" "I like ROG - Rescue Our Genitals!" "Okay, ROG it is. ROG ROG ROG! Rescue Our Genitals! NOW! I think people can get behind that! So to speak!" Well, we're making progress. We've got our phone bank, our pathetic Poster Man and Woman, our catchy name, and now for the entertainment. Every telethon must have entertainment. We considered Charo, but decided she was lacking in even the most basic understanding of what it means to be sexually deprived. She would hurt and insult our poor, sensitive cripples, with her incessant "Coochie Coochie!" and her smutty jokes. Our people didn't need any of that in their sad faces! No. We needed someone special. But who? The ultimate sexually deprived male comic, Rodney Dangerfield, unfortunately, had passed away recently and wasn't available, except to be with us all in spirit. Mr. "I Don't Get No Respect!" would have been a truly luminous star of our sex cripple telethon. He really understood what it meant to get no nookie on a regular basis, each and every day of his awful life. He didn't just talk the talk, he walked the walk! May he rest in peace. God bless his soul. So who else? Who could cheer and entertain a horny, yet depressed crowd, give them back their self-esteem, make them feel like they were worthy of a good cock sucking or pussy licking? Who? Who? Who? We briefly considered Woody Allen, but crossed him off our list fast. Even that loser always got pussy, and young Asian pussy at that! All the really great sexually crippled entertainers seemed to be dead. Suicides, car accidents, dope, booze, sudden heart attack. The human carnage and sexual wreckage was strewn for miles. Tim suggested Pee Wee Herman. I kind of liked the idea. After all, he had been arrested in a porn theater for jacking off in public. Obviously, Pee Wee was in a world of hurt. He understood what the word "lonely" really meant. Could he be the entertainment voice for ROG? Or was there too much "kiddie baggage"? We ultimately rejected Pee Wee, but not until much lively discussion. Perhaps Martha Stewart? Strange, repressed, driven Martha. I knew our obsessive compulsive female sex cripples who regularly used home decor as a substitute for getting their pussies banged deep and hard and having their brains fucked til they screamed, would certainly identify. They knew Martha was seriously ill, just like they are. Maybe Martha could send out a healing message of hope on behalf of ROG? But unfortunately, all she could do was cook, and we needed a song and dance man, somebody who could make those starving clits and limp dicks come alive with renewed horniness! While we thought about that, I suggested a sex toy donation drive. I knew from firsthand experience how expensive the basics (THE MERE BASICS OF LIFE!) had become: dildos, vibrators, lube, and garter belts. How could someone on a budget ever afford it all? These poor souls were left with only their fingers or their electric toothbrush for God's sake! That's nasty! No wonder sexual misery was rampant in our fine land! Tim and I truly wanted to give back, and one way we could do it was to get those toys into the hands, pussies, and assholes of suffering men and women everywhere. I personally knew a nice girl up the street, working two jobs, who could never afford a really quality dildo, like a good silicone model, or better yet, a beautiful glass one. Wow. Would she ever be thrilled! We'd set up a sex toy hotline for everyone: 1-800-ROG , and we'd ship a spankin' new cock free of charge right to her doorstep. Talk about serving humanity. And if the telethon really took off, maybe in the future we'd branch out into luxury items, cherry flavored condoms, Cinnamon lube, Victoria's Secret push up bras? Why should the deprived always have to scrape by on "just the basics", like Vaseline and KY, (or their own saliva!), while the wealthy, the privileged, were sucking and fucking in hot tubs worldwide, cuming with the very best and most colorful pink toys shoved up their golden chutes, soaking the most beautiful silken panties with their juices, chowing down on the yummiest love gels, sliding their greased poles up and down on platinum this and silver that, while the deprived sat weeping on the sidelines, their precious organs drying up? Not fair! Really, Tim and I wanted to change all that. We had a DREAM. But back to the entertainment. I began to feel strongly, as did Tim, that perhaps what we needed was not a celeb, but the average Joe Blow ( if you'll pardon the expression.) An average guy in our very own community who had personally experienced sexual pain and torment. Why do we always look far afield for pain when it's often right under our own nose? I called our local hospital, and spoke with a wonderful lady who told me about a nice man who had broken his dick. That's right, snapped it right in half! (and yes, this CAN happen! But don't let it happen to YOU!) His unfortunate broken dick accident occurred while he was banging a very tight young lady. Apparently, she was just a little too tight and BAM, he heard a snap and that's all he remembered. The wonderful thing about it this terrible tragedy was that he kept his sense of humour (isn't that great?) and volunteered to sing his heart out for the crowd, wrapping everything up with the inspirational song made famous by Jerry's telethon: "When You Walk Through A Storm, Hold Your Head Up High And Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark!" Amen, Brother! Now that's what I call walking through a storm, with your head held high! Turn a frown upside down! People sure do talk a lot about doing something for the world, don't they? Talk, talk, talk. But that's where it usually ends. Tim and I were putting our pussy and dick where our mouths were...or have been quite often. Down there. Including, to be precise, on our buttholes ha ha. Well, gotta keep your sense of humor, right? BE PROUD! ROG NOW! Giving Back to the Needy Giving to the Community What It Needs An Adventure of Silky "Hey, Jess, listen to this!" Silky was nose deep in a biology textbook. "I am studying my own stuff you know," Jessica drawled from the novel she read. "Yeah, but you're like reading books a hundred years old. Who cares about a Black Tulip, or Dumas, pêre? This is like interesting!" Her eyes sparkled as light from the nearby window made them look like tiny emeralds that matched the studs in her ears and set her red hair ablaze. "Some of us find the Black Tulip interesting, Silky." Jessica arched perfect brows, and slightly jogged her auricomous locks. "Whatever. The Alabama birth rate is about 70,000 per year." "That's interesting?" Jessica continued to read of the perfidy of tulip breeders. "Well, they say that for like every birth there are 1000 acts of sexual congress. -Don't look at me that way; they said it, not me!- That means 70,000,000 acts of intercourse – OK, OK, there were 70 million fucks in Alabama last year. Now if ¾ of them happened at night, that's 0.75x70 million," she banged away at her calculator, cursing under her breath as she redid it four times "or 525,000,000 fucks every night!!" "Silky, I think that's only 52,500,000. You got the decimal point wrong." Jess remained uninterested. "Whatever, it's still like a whole lot of screwing going on! That's like more than 4 million night fucks every year! Everybody in the state gets some!" Silky brandished her head like a toy dog and sanguine hair exploded around her face. "We certainly produce an upward deviation in the mathematical mean, don't you think?" Jess smiled at the memories of the frequent acts of sexual congress, and aggregation, and clustering and even flocking together. "I don't know. You think like blow jobs and anal count, or just straight fucking?" Silky frowned in puzzlement. "I doubt if anyone knows how much copulation happens anywhere." "So what I'm saying is that we like get more sex than most, so like somebody isn't getting any," Silky finally reached her point. "I could have told you that before all the math, sweetie," Jess smiled with love for her sister. "But we have like a duty to share with poor people, don't we?" Silky pouted. "I think that's like money and food and stuff." Jess shrugged it off. "Well, what about like people who are penurious of pussy? Shouldn't we like share that, too?" Silky had that look that bespoke trouble. "Has anyone ever questioned your sanity, Fluffy One?" "I'm SERIOUS! Well, actually, I'm Silky, but I'm being serious. Like the star; not Betelgeuse, the other one. I mean what I'm saying." "George needs to hear this, sis. I believe it's casuistry." George is our father/ lover /owner. We're a family. So I asked him, and he said if I wanted to spread it out I could, but that Jess had to agree to go with me, and we had to use condoms. Jess rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip, but finally said she would protect me from 'a fate worse than death,' whatever that is. So the next part: how do you identify those sexually deprived but not depraved persons and give booty to the good guys. (We decided that satisfying the local dykes would get even more complicated, though no less worthy a project. One has to be realistic, after all.) Clearly the giftees should be over 18. We discussed bars (we're too young) roller rinks (we're too old) and finally decided there were deserving poor right on campus, so we meandered over to the student center. We figured that any hobbledehoy playing in a video gaming room there on a Friday night needed help. We wended our way toward a fairly tall guy who had bad hair, splotchy skin, and a weak chin. These certainly were impedimenta to his philogyny. He focused so intently on his game that he gave no thought to us. "Hi there, big boy. How's the game?" I smiled my brightest smile, pushing my low cut top at him like a cement truck. He dropped the controller as if burned. "What?" He showed his requirement for assistance. "We're just a couple of lonely girls looking for a guy who can help us out." I winked a Brobdingnagian wink, an invitation as open as I thought necessary. "What do you need help with?" (I though perhaps ending a sentence with a preposition.) "What can you offer?" Again an undisguised opening. "Do you like 'Rape & Pillage'?" he asked. "What would be the point in that?" "It's a game." "Doesn't sound like fun to me! Can't you think of anything... sensuous we could all do? A vespertine activity?" A minute perception formed in his head. Two hot girls and him. What could we do together? "You like air hockey?" "Look, you want to fuck?" I bore easily. "Where?" "Where do you live?" "With my parents." I was beginning to comprehend why his chances were low. So I paid for the damn motel room since he had no money. Jessica's eyes were so bright, her smile so fixed, I pondered murder of a premeditated and gruesome type. Finally I began to offer myself to this cheechako, slowly disrobing for his delight. When I stood there in only lacy bra, my full C babies straining the fabric, and matching thong, I thought he should make a move. "Are you joining me, or am I just getting naked here?" I get a little pushy, especially when a sister barely contains her mirth across the room. "Oh, yeah." He had to work on his dialogue. He finally pulled his 'AC/DC' tee over his head, and stepped to me. He tentatively kissed me, lips pushed forward, mouth closed. This boy needed lots of guidance. I stroked his arms and pushed my tits against him. He had an erection, that I could feel, and I grasped his manhood through his pants. "Does this give you any ideas?" I asked in my most sultry voice. "Yeah." I hoped the future intercourse would surpass the previous . He unzipped his pants, and released his member. It was deformed! A premorsed shaft pointed at me obscenely, as if someone had taken a chain saw to him, or bitten.... "Have you ever had a blow job?" "Hell, no, I ain't letting you get your teeth anywhere near my dick!" He espoused while I watched his tumescence evanescence. "Gesú Bambino, I don't want to hurt you!" With Jessica's help, I was able to convince him that I would not duplicate his prior...accident...and that my intentions were honorable, sorta. I stripped completely, lay back, and invited him to start with labial lubrication of my lower orifice. He apparently thought he was removing paint, as nothing less than that would justify his chaetigerous brusqueness. I jack-knifed backwards, and suggested he just try to gently touch my labia. I rhapsodized as to the wonders he would find in my little tight space, and described in detail to him how a subtle caressing of my inner lips would bring forth the attar of love, to enable him to slide his stick within my sheath. This seemed to help, and soon he had oil galore, and slipped double digits in my dimple. Jessica applied the rubber. I began to enjoy myself for the first time in hours, and spread my thighs wider to facilitate his actions. My perforation puffed with every piston, and soon I implied he should proceed to further intimacy. His maladroit movements eventually levered him above me, and then we faced the problems of spatchcock mating. He proved my often stated belief that girth overcomes length, so to speak, as once everything was in place he was able to penetrate my cavity in a manner that rubbed my little kitten very well. I found myself transported once again to the land of orgasm, while he plowed my furrow with rapidly increasing sagacity. By the time he spent his liquid load within my chamber, we had become good friends. Not someone I ever wanted to see again, but someone whose deep lack of pussy had been satisfied by my generous gifts. "So now do we go on to the next needy man?" Jess asked with that told-you-so smile. "Oh, look, it's late. I better get home. I wouldn't want to do anything that would make Daddy mad."