1 comments/ 19952 views/ 0 favorites Oral Values: Karmic Ken 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.) They'd changed the schedule and it really pissed him off. It took quite a lot to anger Edward Thompson, but this did it. He'd expected to pass the day schmoozing with his peers, promoting his latest series of articles in three very prestigious journals, and just enjoying the build-up to tomorrow's presentation. That presentation was to follow his defense of his theories about human sexuality, what was "normal" and what was "aberrant." This would have given him the chance to bash the presentation Dr. Bouchet was to make today. He'd read of the work of Regina Bouchet, Ph.D., for a few years. Her primary focus had been on human sexuality also, but her theories were antithetical to his. From her articles it felt that she was a child of the Sixties: If it feels good, do it. In her writings she'd promoted sex for its own sake in whatever form excited the participants. These theories and even this kind of research was dangerous. She theorized that thinking about sex could be enough to cause participants to achieve climax. For Ed this work was nonsense. His theories were so much more consistent with a healthy sexuality, he thought, and it was time this old bag learns that healthy sex meant focusing on the act solely with the other person. It does not mean orgasms brought about by reading pornographic stories, watching movies, or fantasies about - and certainly not participating in - orgies. It wasn't that he was a prude or a member of the religious right. Any act of sex that doesn't harm the couple is fine. The key is the focus on the act, and not on fantasy surrounding the act. Now, he'd walked to the administration room to find that he was to give his presentation today, right after the luncheon session. Not only was this a small insult to his work, it just didn't allow him to savor that planned day and a half of build-up. It didn't allow him to argue his theories with his colleagues nor did it allow him to meet beforehand with Dr. Bouchet to discuss their conflicting arguments. He knew that Dr. Bouchet was going to be defending her papers the following day and might even be asked to sit at the dais, too. Soon after nine, when he'd finally realized that the battle with the conference organizers was futile, his cell phone rang. "Hello, this is Ed." "Ed, hi, it's Penny. Is it OK for an ex-wife to wish her ex-husband a happy belated birthday?" "Uh, sure, I guess," he answered her. Then after an brief awkward pause, "Penny, how are you?" "Well, I suddenly realized what day it was and, I know it's probably been four or five years, but I just wanted to say 'hi' and to wish you a happy birthday. I hope it's OK?" "Penny, it's really nice to hear your voice. What have you been up to since, let's see, the last millennium?" he teased her. Their conversation only lasted a few minutes, but it really calmed him down. There was really nothing that either of them did to cause the end of the marriage. They had just grown apart, he rationalized, not remembering his own rigid set of psycho-moral guidelines, those that he, at some unconscious level, actually supported in his publications. He'd never really thought about it until now, but it struck him suddenly as if he'd been hit with a maul. What was it about Penny and her sexual issues that had really pushed him to the point of their divorce? Mentally returning to the conference floor and realizing he'd thanked her for her birthday wishes and ended the conversation, he sat in the slowly filling hall for a few minutes, just thinking about his life, his work, his own sexuality. It struck him that he had been "in denial" as they say for all of his adult life. His writings had all been based on his own moral code and he'd always skewed his research so that the results would justify the research. It wasn't a conscious decision, but he began to realize that it was unfounded. A sadness overtook him as it dawned on him that he now had an ex instead of a wife because of his theories of morality. He ruminated upon this all through the presentations, hardly listening. The ponderings provided a suddenly lucid insight to who he really was and what he'd screwed up in his life. It was suddenly as clear as the cold winter's sky outside. He'd been so busy trying to make the world the way he wanted it to be, he forgot to actually see it for what it was. It was never going to change. He could, however, change the way he viewed it. He managed to go through the motions for the rest of the morning session and was asked by the staff to sit at the dais for the luncheon session so he would be ready for his presentation afterwards. He'd screwed up every relationship because the women he'd dated were bright, well educated, and independent: exactly the kind of people who'd never want an external morality overlaid upon their own. His mind was awash in these thoughts all morning. Through some kind of benevolent providence Ed and the entire conference was put on hold suddenly when a water main broke in the area above the entire conference room. As water began to wash down a side wall of the room several hotel staff came in exhorting all to calmly leave the room. It would take the rest of the afternoon to fix the problem and reconfigure the hotel's ballroom areas to relocate the conference and its attendees. Hence, the remainder of the day's events would be postponed until the following morning. The hotel staff, in an effort to appease the anger and frustration of the conference organizers as well as the general chaos of hundreds of well-scheduled people suddenly with an abundance of temporary free time, graciously offered theater tickets, tours of the city, and massages to all. In addition, free drinks were made available throughout the hotel. With the newfound view at his wrongheaded rigidity and resolve to do something about it, Edward decided to release some frustration in the gym. He hadn't worked out for a couple of days and he knew it was contributing to his stress level. He took his briefcase and headed upstairs to his room. There he changed into workout gear. He put a pair of bathing trunks and some reading material into his soft sided briefcase and headed down to the hotel's gym. After the workout in the well-appointed facility, he showered, put on his swimsuit and headed for the whirlpool. *** She'd been rescheduled before and would certainly be again, so for Regina the sudden change in plans was just part of life. When any door closed, another opened. For her, it was a wonderful opportunity to take the time to pamper herself. She got changed and went out for a run. As she ran through the beautiful landscape - even in the winter - of a nearby park, she was a sight to behold: her slightly above-average height, model slim body, and extraordinary chest all made her appear almost cartoonish. Even with several layers of the latest winter workout materials there really wasn't anything that could hide her very large, firm, natural breasts. But Regina had a goal in mind that kept her completely focused. Using the park as her warm-up, she then ran across several long blocks of busy traffic to the neighborhood where she had spent a year or so when she was 19. Just the other evening she had recalled the first few encounters with Mark and Greg and the onset of her fascination with cocks and cum. As she often did when running she could turn off the outside world and turn her thoughts inward. She remembered the approximate distances and figured it would take her about half an hour to get there. Once her strong runner's body warmed up, her mind just shut out London and she recalled the last time she'd seen her neighbor Mark. He'd really been an amazing friend during that year abroad of post-high school study. After her first sexual encounters with him (and on occasion her hosts oldest son Greg) she was able to discuss her obsession with Mark openly. He never judged her or thought different about her. They were still playful with one another, continued going to the movies, continued their studies, all the while Mark was giving her loving mouth his seemingly inexhaustible supply of semen. That last time was the day before her flight left to return to the US. She'd been packing all day, making last minute arrangements (these included visiting some wonderful lingerie shops to get a supply of the hard to find bras that were almost impossible to locate in southern Maine), and saying farewell to classmates, neighbors and other friends. After stopping in to say her goodbyes to the Wright's, she and Mark went for a walk along the river. "I'm really going to miss your beautiful cock," Regina said. "It feels like it's spent more time in your mouth than out of it." "Mark, seriously, I'm really going to miss you. Saying goodbye sucks." "We'll see each other again soon. I'll come to the States, maybe next summer." "I'm going to miss your orgasms, your lovely spurts that fill my mouth with pleasure, and your delicious cum." "I don't know what I'm going to do without you. I wonder if I even remember how to whank off," he joked. As the two of them walked and talked and laughed it was clear that they had something really special, apart from just Regina's obsession. Mark cared about her and cared about making her content, never judging her, only wanting to be with her. And, though the walk seemed random to her, Mark was negotiating a special path to a surprise he'd planned for some time. He steered her into a mid-sized office building and used a special key to take the elevator to the penthouse. Emerging from the inside to a rooftop garden she heard the beautiful sound of strings. And there, surrounded by a garden full of good sized trees, shrubs, and flowers of every variety, was a table set for two with an abundant array of delicacies as well as two chilled bottles of champagne. After getting over the shock of this completely unexpected and absolutely delightful treat, the two of the sat down and enjoyed the repast. The alcohol adding to her confused feelings of desire and regret, Regina leaned over and kissed Mark. She then moved her index finger to his lips in a gesture saying "Shh." Surrounded by the plethora of shrubbery Regina stood up. Slowly she proceeded to sway to the classical music, unbuttoning her blouse, sensuously caressing her large round breasts as she did. After taking off the blouse she turned her back to Mark, and slowly, her hips moving sinuously back and forth, backed up to Mark and pointed to the hooks on the back of her brassiere. Quite familiar by now with those formerly difficult eye hooks, he undid the bra in a split second with one hand only. With the other, Mark caressed the bare skin of her lower back causing her to shiver even on this warm spring day. Leaning forward to take the bra off, she held it, one end in each hand, her arms extended above her head, and ever so slowly Regina shimmied her breasts, nipples now hard as rocks, and turned to face Mark. She moved close enough so that each breast was just inches from the sides of his face then she pushed out to rub her silky slightly pendulous breasts against his face. Mark was so aroused by this that his cock was stretching the material of his pants to its limits. Formerly he'd been a normal lad who whanked off once or twice a day, but with his introduction to Regina and her desires, he was used to coming three or four times every day. (Some days she'd actually sucked him off as many as seven or eight times. On those days, he actually needed the better part of the next to recover. After all, he was only human.) Knowing what Mark had to offer was now really exciting Regina. She needed to have his cock in her mouth and needed it there now. She slowly slid her breasts down his torso and deftly undid his pants, pulling out his familiar and very tasty cock. After a few minutes of rubbing it against and between her luscious breasts, she licked her lips, purposely, but unconsciously moistening her tongue in the process, and pulled his cock into her mouth deeply. And she just continued the movement deeper and deeper until her nose was crushing up against his abdomen. She'd been able to negotiate the deep throating technique almost a year ago on her first try and it had been with his rock hard cock. But today with so much pleasurable practice, it was as easy as just opening her mouth and letting it go where it wanted. Since those early days of learning about cocks and how to make them cum, she'd become an extraordinarily talented oral expert. She began to just slightly hum, deep in her throat, knowing that the vibrations of her vocal chords would stimulate the head of Mark's cock. Then, realizing he was getting closer to his next orgasm, she used a skill she'd developed, a way of massaging his cock in her throat using a swallowing technique. She could never quite explain it to him, but he loved the feeling and she loved the result. In just a few more seconds he was about to cum. Though she knew how he loved the feeling of coming deep in her throat, she wanted to taste his explosion, to savor it since it might be some time before she'd get the chance to do it again. She moved her head back, closed her lips firmly around the mid-shaft, and then did a small procedure she'd developed with the back of her mouth and tongue that got any cock she sucked to come almost whenever she wanted it to come. Whatever that technique was, it worked again for Mark. He looked down at her as she quickly glanced lovingly up into his eyes. Not even realizing he was that close, just letting her work her magic, at that moment he came. And just as his first spurt shot against the roof of her mouth, she closed her eyes, relishing the delicious white liquid that was rapidly filling her. She came like a lightening strike. Her body tensed up, her lips and tongue continuing to do their thing to coax as much cum from his 20-year-old balls. The rest of her body, though, was still, almost frozen in time. As Mark discharged eight or nine large shots of cum into her mouth Regina made room for it, letting more and more of his cock slowly slide out for just that purpose. Eventually his final shot just barely dribbled out and by now she had what looked like a chipmunk's mouthful of semen. Getting up from her knees, she turned around and picked up an unused wineglass from the table. She next placed the rim of the glass just below her lower lip. Now, sitting on the chair next to Mark and turning to face him, her unrestrained breasts swaying noticeably from the movement, she puckered up as though she was going to kiss the air and slowly let the huge mouthful of cum stream out between her pursed lips. In her controlled fashion it must have taken at least fifteen or twenty seconds. A look of appreciation appeared on both their faces. He never ceased to be amazed at her oral sexuality, and she was always appreciative of the large loads of cum he gave her every day. She looked down into the glass and wafted it under her nose like one would do with a fine wine. Then she brought it up to her lips and sucked some cum into her mouth, the renewed sensual taste causing a slight but enjoyable orgasm. She played with Mark's cum, blowing bubbles, letting it slide down her chin only to get slurped back with her loving tongue, then drooling some onto her open palm and licking it back up. When it was swallowed she repeated the process, getting more and more excited by the taste and texture of the cum in her mouth and on her lips. Finally she finished the glass, knowing her good fortune to be there with Mark, who by now showed another raving hard-on. She moved down to his crotch again and lovingly licked open and down the sides of his cock. She then tongued the area at the base just and down to his ball sack, knowing how much this pleased him. Over the next hour or so, Mark came three more times for her. It was a warm and loving farewell. Surprised out of her reverie of that night more than fifteen years ago by the sound of a lorry, she realized she was just at the corner of the Moore's street. She slowed to a walk and continued to their house and up to the front door. Mrs. Moore was thrilled to see her. They sat talking about old times as well as their lives during the ensuing years. ' During her jog back to the hotel she could only think of the loss. The Wright's had moved away eight or nine years ago. Mark had signed up for the service and was killed when the British were fighting in southern Iraq a couple of years back. Putting her body on autopilot she ran to the hotel, rode the elevator to her suite and closed the door behind her. Regina fell on the sofa and cried.