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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at exeunt2000@yahoo.com
A Kind Heart
by Katherine T.
Emily took her greatest pleasure watching a man have an
orgasm, watching him come, watching his hips jerking, watching
the spurting of fluid from his penis. Sometimes she came just
watching. Usually, if the ejaculation was heavy, watching it
would bring her to the brink of her own climax, and if the man
was still erect enough to get him inside her, she would then come
immediately, her body wriggling frantically on the wet cock. She
enjoyed being penetrated, but nothing aroused her as much as
watching a penis ejaculate.
Emily was now thirty-two, teaching history at a local
college, a tall neat young woman with fair skin and reddish hair.
She was considered a beauty by her friends. She was still without
a husband, still searching for the perfect lover, a man who could
make her happy, which meant a man who would consistently let her
watch him ejaculate, either when he masturbated or when she did
it for him. Nearly all her friends were already married; none of
her friends knew anything about her sexual needs. Emily did not
pursue men; she was too reserved for that, although she was not
reserved during sex. She had no qualms about telling her lovers
what she wanted. But there had not been many lovers, and so far
none of them had been perfect for her. They were either too dull
as lovers, or too unwilling to provide what she needed, or too
meager in their orgasms. Sometimes she told herself that she was
stupid, a ridiculous fetishist, that she would never have a mate,
that what she foolishly wanted was a man who could come like a
horse. Actually, the size of the man's penis was not as important
to her as the magnitude of his output, and she even preferred to
be penetrated by an ordinary penis rather than by a large one.
But she thought large cocks looked magnificent when they spurted,
and so in her fantasies, at least, it was large cocks that she
imagined, large cocks erupting in geysers of sperm.
One evening Emily's friends persuaded her to go with them to
a club noted for wild music. Although Emily did not like wild
music, she had no date that evening and she was not in a mood to
be alone. The club was dramatically lit, the music indeed wild,
and the dance floor crowded enough so that it made little
difference how well you danced. Unwilling to sit alone while her
friends danced, Emily danced with them, danced opposite her
friends and opposite strangers, and before long she found herself
dancing opposite a man with an interesting face. Not handsome,
but interesting. The man had a moustache and broad shoulders; he
was much shorter than Emily and she had to look down to gaze into
his eyes. Emily had always thought that gazing into your
partner's eyes is the only erotic way to dance, and so she did
that and the man responded. There was something about this man
that caught her fancy; he seemed so graceful, so intense in the
way he moved his body. When the music stopped and he smiled at
Emily and asked her to sit with him, she agreed. She said goodbye
to her friends and she joined the man at his table.
His name was Calvin and he said he danced in this club every
week. "It's good exercise," he said, smiling as he poured some
wine into her glass. He worked in a travel agency, and he hoped
that someday he could start his own travel business. When he
learned Emily taught at a college, he was impressed. "Good for
you," he said. "It's out of my league, but it must be an
interesting job."
Emily liked his modesty, and when an hour later he offered
to escort her home, she agreed. He drove carefully through the
dark streets and she felt comfortable with him. When they arrived
at the apartment building where she lived, she invited him up for
coffee.
* * *
At midnight, they were in each other's arms on Emily's sofa,
the room lit only by a small lamp, the television flashing images
with the sound volume lowered so that it was barely audible.
Emily and Calvin worked their mouths together in a long kiss,
their tongues battling each other as Calvin fondled one of
Emily's breasts through the front of her blouse. She hadn't done
anything but kiss him and stroke his neck, but now she slowly
glided a hand to his lap to find his penis through his trousers.
He had quite a package there, more than she expected, and
when he opened his thighs so that she could explore him further,
she covered his crotch with her hand and she felt the warmth of a
large pair of balls and a formidable penis.
She broke the kiss and whispered in his ear: "You feel very
big down there."
He chuckled, his hand still stroking her breast. "Maybe I
am. You can find out, if you want."
"No, you do it," she said. "Bring it out so I can look at
it."
He seemed pleased at her invitation, and with his free hand
he unzipped himself and extracted his penis, presenting to her a
lovely large cock swollen with desire.
Emily pushed his hand away and gripped his penis with her
own hand, her fingers barely closing around its thickness. "Oh,
this is wonderful," she said. "You're so big."
The head of his cock was like a reddish-purple helmet
perched on a pink shaft. She wanted to see his balls, but she
decided it would too much of a struggle getting them of his tight
trousers. Instead she concentrated on his wonderful cock,
fondling it, touching it everywhere, and finally stroking it with
a slow rhythm.
Calvin threw his head back on the sofa and groaned. "You'll
make me come if you keep that up."
Emily continued stroking him. "But you can come again, can't
you?"
"Yes, but why--"
"Just let me do this," she said.
She was good at it. She knew how to hold and stroke a penis,
and she wanted to see him come without any delay. Gripping the
shaft more firmly, she quickened her strokes until he lurched and
began spurting a torrent of sperm in long streaks on his chest,
on his pants, and on her hands. She counted seven long spurts and
a copious dribbling of sperm at the end. The head of his cock
looked as swollen as ever, but the shaft quickly wilted in her
hand.
"Oh wow, you're a killer," Calvin said with an embarrassed
laugh. He slumped with his head back and his eyes closed.
Emily retrieved a box of tissues from a nearby table, and
she carefully wiped his penis and the wetness on his clothes
where she could find it. Finally, she wiped her hands and
fingers, and the place on her forearm where a jet of sperm had
landed.
"You came a bucketful," she said. "Do you always do that?"
"Sure."
"Most men don't come as much."
He opened his eyes. "I know about women, not about men."
"Yes, of course." She was disappointed that his penis had
wilted, but the intensity and volume of the ejaculation was more
important to her. Now she would see if she could arouse him
again. "Just sit there," she said. "I'm going to undress for
you."
Calvin apparently now realized that sex with Emily would be
something different from that with the other women he had known.
He took his penis in his hand and slowly stroked it as he watched
her undress.
As Emily removed her clothes piece by piece, her attention
focused only on his cock. She wanted to see him hard again. His
willingness to allow her to lead him excited her. Most men
insisted on being aggressive with her and she hated that. When
she had all her clothes removed, she stood before him with her
fingers combing her pubic hair. "You're almost hard again," she
said, her eyes on the wet slit at the tip of penis.
"I will be soon."
"I like your cock."
"And I like your body."
"What would you like to do next? Would you like to fuck me?"
He gazed at her breasts, and then his eyes dropped to her
belly. "Whatever you want."
Emily laughed softly. "Do you mean that?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
"All right, I'll tell you what I want. I'd like to see you
come again, this time watch while you do it. And then after that
you can watch me. And then the next time we see each other, we'll
do the ordinary thing in bed. At least do it first, because
afterward we can do other things. Anyway, is that all right for
now? I can't let you sleep here because I have an early class in
the morning. Is it okay?"
"Sure."
"And you'll make yourself come now while I watch you?"
"If that's what you want."
She sat beside him and held his big balls while he did it.
Her excitement was at a maximum, and she could feel the beating
of her heart. His cock look marvelous as he stroked the loose
skin of the shaft up and down with his fist. She doubted he would
come as much as the first time, but maybe he had more in those
big balls than she imagined.
Finally he was close. "I'm going to come," he said, his
voice strained.
Emily watched closely, her eyes fixed on the tip, on the
color of the glans, on his pumping fist. She gave a soft cry when
the first spurt shot out and almost hit her cheek. He continued
pumping, spurting violently, three, four, five spurts, and then a
last jerk of his hips as the final globs of sperm dribbled out of
the opening.
How wonderful, Emily thought. Maybe Calvin could be the
lover she needed. On an impulse, she suddenly bent her head to
take his wilting penis in her mouth. She owed him that much and
he tasted fine.
Calvin stroked her head and groaned. "You're something," he
said.
* * *
Six months later, Emily and Calvin announced they planned to
be married. All of Emily's friends were aghast. Did she know what
she was doing? Calvin seemed so wrong for her. For one thing,
they looked ridiculous together because he stood so short next to
Emily. And he had no serious education, only a few years at a
junior college. He was such an ordinary man and Emily was so
extraordinary in everything. Had Emily lost her mind, or what? It
was all so awkward, what could they say? They tried talking to
her, tried to convince her to think again about Calvin. Emily
turned away from their pleadings, insisted she would marry
Calvin, and that was that. And then one of the women asked Emily
what she saw in Calvin. "What on Earth do you see in him?" the
woman asked. Emily smiled, looked at the woman, then looked at
the others and said: "He has such a kind heart."
end
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