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Oral Values: Bacchanalian Breakup

By: Global Carol



(The Oral Values serial is comprised of independent chapters, yet I hope the reader will find they provide a satisfying tale alphabetically.)

Sitting in traffic since arriving at Heathrow, Edward Thompson could do nothing but stare out at the grey, rain-soaked streets and fume, something he realized — ever since his hair began to thin a little prematurely — he did quite well. Perhaps, he concluded, it might just be the reason Penny left him after eight years of a marriage now shown to be based on lies.

He remembered the counseling and his disdain for her need for it. Building a successful practice in individual and group therapy, he had always felt their marriage's problems were hers, not his. He'd been required to go through therapy himself during his many years of training and knew who he was, what he wanted, and how to get there. The problem was Penny never grew up enough to know these things for herself. At 28 she still maintained the same hang-ups she'd had when he'd met her in college ten years before.

He had grown and was well beyond that. Nevertheless, though it had been several years since the demise of the marriage, he still missed the warmth of being with her. He remembered her smile, her laugh, her delight in life's simple things. The wealth his career had collected was of little importance to her. For her, life was based on love, caring, and savoring everyday joys.

Yet, their problems always came down to sex. Her problems, he reminded himself. She was always probing sexual proclivities that, he considered, bordered on aberrant behavior. To add insult to injury his entire reputation as both a practicing psychologist and as a researcher was based on sexual "standards."

He was certainly no prude. He'd slept with his share of women in his college days, but he felt — in fact, his research showed — that most people who got off on sex that was non-standard were actually kidding themselves. They were not enjoying sex for natural reasons. They were, instead, enjoying the perversity of unnatural sex, not the sex itself. To get excited for the perverse reason was not the same as true enjoyment of the act itself.

He remembered the night almost eight years ago that they had gone to a party across the street. Since they had just walked over, both had become seriously, falling down drunk. On the slow and giggling walk back home Penny had a mischievous gleam in her eye. But when questioned she simply said she loved him and couldn't wait to get in the sack.

They laughed and fondled each other all the way up the stairs, shedding clothing along the way, just like in the movies. Penny had a nice figure that she maintained by a variety of sports: soccer, bicycling, jogging, hiking and an occasional aerobics class. For his part, Ed was a religious morning gym person. Arrive there at 5:30, weights, cross-trainer, treadmill, swim, soak, stretch, shower and back home by 7:45.

Finally naked and enjoying each other's bodies Penny began kissing Ed's chest, sliding her tongue down to his groin, eventually enveloping his cock with her warm wet mouth. Penny always enjoyed sucking. Even as a freshman in college she didn't see what the big deal was about sucking a guy off.

The first college guy she'd gone out with since arriving in early September was a virgin. His name was Bill and he'd never had more than a hand job. It surprised Penny that she was actually more experienced than someone — especially a guy. When he told her he was still a virgin, she kindly told him she'd put an end to that!

It was clear to her that he was very excited and she didn't want to waste his erection with a premature ejaculation. She gently took off Bill's underpants hoping to get on his cock and ride him. She enjoyed being on top so she could control how deep the guy's cock went as well as the speed. In any event, she leaned over, pulling down on his Jockey's to get his erect prick out, but she couldn't figure out how to get it unstuck from inside his jeans and shorts. She knelt down to see what was going on and just as she took it out and wrapped her hand around it, he came (with a loud series of little groans) right in her face.

Though Penny had become pretty experienced, she felt, at giving hand jobs, she had never sucked a guy's cock. She'd always intended to, but never quite worked up the courage to explore, orally, "down there." So when Bill came all over her face the opportunity suddenly presented itself to taste "it."

Not bad, she thought, a little salty, kind of thick and gooey, but not bad. I would certainly do this again, especially if the favor were reciprocated! So, she licked up the semen around her mouth and used Bill's underpants to mop up the rest.

For his part, never having been with a woman, watching Penny lick some of his cum, Bill got another erection almost immediately. Penny sat down on it and the two of them fucked like a couple of wild animals in mating season. For the next few weeks they were virtually and physically inseparable. Both went down on each other, exploring and experimenting with positions, places, flavorings and a variety of other excitements.

To Penny's mind that was the rut she and Ed had been in for several years. Sex had become routine. Though they still did it often enough, it was just mostly the same. She became frustrated and wanted to change it every so often, but as the pressures from his practice grew Ed became less interested in experimenting. Eventually, he became less interested. Period.

That night, Penny had hoped to try something she'd never done with Ed. It was something that in her memory, in her heart of hearts brought her so much intense pleasure that it almost frightened her.

While in college she'd dated a number of guys who enjoyed her oral ministrations and, as it did give her a considerable amount of pleasure, asked her if she could deep throat them. Whenever she'd give a boyfriend a blowjob she worked on curbing her gag reflex. Eventually with enough practice — and there were few who minded providing her with practicing opportunities — she managed to get some control over it. She was never going to be a world class deep throater like some of the girls in the porn videos she'd occasionally see, but she did get comfortable enough that she was able to keep working a cock in and out of her mouth to a satisfying orgasm. Often the guys would thrust hard down her throat when they came and the cum would just go straight down her throat.

Penny didn't mind this and actually preferred it to a guy coming in her mouth. When a guy came in her mouth it would feel tingly for a while afterwards especially in the back and she didn't enjoy that as much. However, when they came way down her throat — once she got the technique, of course — she would almost never have that weird sensation. It was, in her mind, a win-win situation. They would get a deep throat blowjob and she would not have the tinglies in the back of her mouth.

So in their besotted state, Penny worked Ed's cock slowly in and out of the entrance to her throat, giving her that warm wet feeling between her very smooth and firm thighs. For his part, Ed was so drunk that, except for the head of his cock, he was pretty oblivious to anything. While she was sucking and throating his cock, she reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out some sex oil she'd recently purchased, and spread some on her palms. While still sucking his cock she rubbed her hands together to warm it up. Next, in such a way that Bill didn't know that anything had changed, she used both hands to rub it well up and down his cock. As the oil was edible she put the head back in her mouth holding the shaft with the other. Then she rubbed the rest of the oil all around her anus.

In this somewhat indecorous position Penny as usual found humor. She may have had a cock in her mouth and been preparing to impale her firm butt on it, yet none should forget she had been an English major. "Though this be madness," thought Penny recalling the Shakespearean quote, "yet there is method in't."

She remembered back to those days again. By the time she was a junior she found a guy, Evan, who always wanted to experiment — with almost anything. She didn't like his occasional drug use, but he excited her more in bed than anyone ever had. Once she was comfortable with him and trusted him, she showed him her deep throating technique. Soon he was the first guy to actually fuck her face. She didn't like the rougher aspects of it, but it was exciting and it was a welcomed break from straight ahead fucking. And, too, usually after he fucked her face and left her with a face full of her spit and his semen, he'd immediately go down on her so that after, in his words, he "could kiss her with an equally gross face."

Penny would usually lie there, sometimes playing with her clit with one hand and sometimes rubbing the goo around her face, enjoying the slimy feel and even the salty taste. By the time she'd come a few times from Evan's licking he'd be ready for some heavy duty fucking and so would she. The two of them would fuck until late, falling asleep satiated and exhausted.

One night in bed Evan simply said "I want to fuck your ass." Penny had never even thought of it. No one had ever tried to stick anything up her butt, nor was she interested in that kind of experimentation. She thought about it for a couple of days and, like most other things with Evan, they tried it one Saturday night. He was really quite gentle with her and kept playing with her clitoris, exciting her manually while entering her anus in cautioned movements until she was able to accommodate him.

He very slowly increased his speed, stopping every so often so she could relax her muscles to get used to the new pressure. Eventually he increased his speed to that of standard vaginal fucking and Penny was in heaven. This took her to a place she'd never been. It was as though Evan's cock was a part of her body that pressed buttons nothing else could. She felt like she had one long orgasm that lasted from the minute he was fully inside her ass until he eventually came up there, the only difference being the intensity of the orgasm. That kept building and building as he continued to fuck her ass faster and faster until, finally, they both collapsed in a heap of sweat, pleasure, exhaustion, and contentment.

Penny had always wanted Ed to fuck her ass, but somehow felt, even from the beginning that it would be somehow mentally awkward for him. From the first day she met him, his intensity appealed to her. He was so different than she, with her inherent intelligence balanced with "but you're only young once" attitude. They began dating and quickly had sex. The fucking was good, but he didn't seem to like having orgasms anywhere but between her legs. He satisfied her though, and she enjoyed just being with him. He knew a great deal, read most of the time he wasn't studying, at the gym or watching a game, and was kind, gentle, and good to her. She admired his moral compass; he was honest, caring, and wanted to help people. Love just came naturally. They moved in together and got married just after graduation.

Tonight, in their inebriated state, Penny's plan had just about come to fruition. She climbed up from her position between his legs and straddled his erection. Slowly she sat back onto his cock, forcing it into her ass and beginning to shiver with those same feelings that Evan had given her almost a decade before. She hadn't had anything up her "back door" in seven or eight years and anticipated at least some discomfort for the first few minutes.

Ed didn't know that he was in her ass. At the moment he just wanted to come in his beautiful wife. And while there was something, he thought, a little different about this night's sex play, he just thought it was the alcohol in their bloodstreams — much, much more than they ever drank.

Since he didn't realize that it was her ass and not her pussy, he just began thrusting. Penny was hoping for a little time to adjust her sphincter to Ed's enlarged cock. She did not get what she wanted and eventually she had to stop. She got off him before he came. He looked at her, confused, and asked what was going on. Penny felt a little ashamed that she had in some way tricked him and tried to explain that she simply wanted some variety.

As surprising as it may seem, that was the beginning of the end of the marriage. Penny realized that she couldn't talk to her husband the way a man and wife should communicate. Ed felt that he never knew who Penny really was from day one and that she'd lied to him. His research suddenly became fodder for his ire towards her. To his mind her desire for fetishistic behavior was not a normal one or it would have been a part of their sex life from the beginning. No, to him she suddenly represented one of those perverse people who derive pleasure, not from an aberrant sex act, but from the knowledge that it is aberrant. That was the fundamental finding of all of his research and he could not see how he could have such a troubled person for a wife. He moved out a few months later.

Well, so much for his wife Penny, thought Ed, as the evening was drawing on and they were nearing his hotel. He recalled that night years ago, the inevitable break in trust, and wished it hadn't been so.

Then they were at the hotel where the conference was to be held and he put the thoughts of his marriage out of his mind. He was here to promote his research and to sit on a panel that he hoped would prove the true value of his research. He was also here to disparage another psychologist's research as unfounded, poorly devised, unsubstantiated, and finally just plain wrong, bordering on perverse.