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From: Jonathon Seagull <jonseagull2112@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} You can stop that now (MF, oral)
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 13:10:04 -0400
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You can stop that now

By: The_Goofy

E-mail: jonseagull"TwoOneOneTwo" at Yahoo "dot" com (Replace the
"twooneonetwo" with the numbers, and the "dot" with a period, if you 
want to send me an e-mail.  Apologies for any inconvenience.)

Copyright 2005

Story codes (MF, oral)


I was enjoying a rather typical weekday morning surfing the web for smut 
before heading off to work.  After a short workout and some household 
chores I usually spent thirty minutes to an hour reading erotic stories of 
visiting my favorite nude picture websites.  

While in front of the computer I rubbed my dick through my shorts with my 
left hand as I used my right for the mouse.  When I ran out of time I'd 
just close down everything, jack off in the bathroom and then shave, 
shower, and go to work.  Naturally, I guess, I was less likely to spend my 
time in front of the computer stroking my dick if my wife and I had 
recently had sex.  The case that morning, however, was the one of the 
majority, meaning the night before had held neither sex, titty fuck, hand 
job or blow job for me.  I woke up my typical horny self and was doing 
something about it since my wife didn't nearly cover my needs in that 
area.

So there I was, totally into watching a video of a woman with enormous 
tits suck her husband's dick.  Having watched many of this couple's vids, 
I knew he was about to cum when the big titted lass took the head of his 
cock out of her mouth and held it just off her tongue.  Keeping her mouth 
open she continued to stroke him slowly as she looked up at him.  I was 
rubbing my dick, which was equally hard, when I was rudely interrupted by 
a tapping on my shoulder.

I was surprised that my wife had been able to walk up next to me without 
my noticing.  While it was still mostly dark in the room, the arrangement 
had me facing the door.  Until that moment, my wife had only walked in on 
me jerking off one time.  I figured she knew I did it all the time, but I 
usually shifted away from any smut on the screen when she walked into the 
room.  I figured if she wanted in on some dick time she would let me know, 
otherwise it was my business and I kept it that way.  I never saw any 
reason I should be denied some release just because we have really 
mismatched sex drives.  But I digress.

I paused the video and looked up at my wife, moving one of the headphones 
as I did.  

"You can stop that now," she said.

"Stop what?"

"The movie.  Do you have a few minutes before you have to leave for work?'
	

Damn, I thought, and the dude was just about to shoot off in her mouth.  
"Sure, what do you want to do?"

"Why don't you go lay down on the bed and I'll spoil you."  

I went to the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and laid down on the bed.  
She walked in the room, stripped off her clothes, and grabbed the bottle 
of astroglide.  I spread my legs so she could sit on the bed, cross 
legged, then I wrapped my legs around her.  Now she was sitting between my 
legs her large tits forming a lovely background as she grasped my dick and 
poured some of the slippery stuff on her hands and me.  I groaned as she 
gave me a few full strokes.  I don't know what woke her up, but this was a 
lot better than doing myself.  I pushed up on my elbows and reached out to 
grab a handful of tit.  She leaned back out of reach.  "I have questions 
first," she said.

I figured this wasn't going to be a free lunch.  I rested on my elbows so 
I could watch her play with my dick.  She had stopped stroking and was 
firmly rubbing a small area right under the head.  It made me incoherent 
and I am sure I was sporting a really stupid look on my face.  "Yes," I 
said heavily.

"How often do you do that?" she asked.

Not enough to go on there.  "Do what, surf for smut?"

She nodded.  "That, and how often do you make yourself cum?"

"Well," I started.  As soon as I said this she suddenly bent down and took 
me in her mouth.  She continued to hold the base of my cock firmly with 
her hand as she used her tongue to rub that same area right below the 
head. A moment after I stopped talking, she pulled her mouth off my dick 
and stroked me fully.

"If you don't talk, I stop."  She bent forward again, taking me fully in 
her mouth but not moving.

"I surf for smut, ugh" I groaned as she started working me with her tongue 
again.  A second later I felt her pause.  "Pretty much every day.  If you 
woke me up for sex or something the night before, I might not surf or jack 
off in the morning."  This whole time she has been strongly stroking most 
of my cock with her tongue.  I was fantastic.  I wondered if I could talk 
long enough to cum.  She pulled her mouth off me and gave several rapid, 
full length and firm strokes.

"So you still might make yourself cum even if we had sex the night 
before?"  She asked, still stroking me.  Her technique, honed through many 
years of marriage, had me at the brink of orgasm in seconds.  I grabbed 
her calf and squeezed.  She grinned and paused her manipulation.

"If it was about the time I went to bed," I began.  As I did so I released 
my grip and she swooped down on my dick again.  "Ahhh," I breathed.  "If 
it was about that time then I probably will get myself off in the 
morning."  She changed up on me, bobbing her head slightly and using her 
lips to slide back and forth over the head.  I was determined to continue.  
"If it was later, around the time you went to bed, then I'd more likely 
just get up, read some news and go to work."  She pulled her mouth off me 
just after I stopped.  She rubbed my dick between her tits.

"But that isn't the only time, before work I mean,"  she said.

"No, it's not."  She took just my head in her mouth and stopped.  "First 
off, on weekends I'll probably go on line anyway," she resumed stroking me 
and using her tongue, "just because I have a lot of time.  And I usually 
spend some time surfing right after I get home from work.."  I paused 
briefly and she moved to lift her head up.  I grabbed some hair, gently, 
and held her head, "I wasn't going to stop babe."  She resumed sucking on 
me, now earnestly stroking me as she licked at the head.  Damn she was 
good at keeping me on edge.

"I would say that during the week I probably like to get off two or three 
times a day.  On weekends it is definitely more like three or four.  If we 
have sex, or you give me one of these wonderful hand or blow jobs, you can 
reduce that by two."

She pulled her mouth of me, damn, and sat up.  She stroked me slowly and 
expertly as she talked.  "I had no idea it was that often."  She fluttered 
her fingers around the head and then gave me a quick stroke.  After the 
third time, I squeezed her leg.  She slowed down, but did not stop, 
keeping me right-on-the-edge.

"Tell you what," she said, not stopping her efforts, "If you can stop 
jerking off when I am not in the room, I'll make sure you get off often 
enough."  I was still on the knife edge of climax, my hand locked on her 
calf, and thinking was difficult.  Speaking was no easier.

"I think you've made promises like that before," I said.

She kept up her efforts.  "I mean you won't even touch yourself except for 
showers, using the facilities, that kind of thing."

"I could say yes and I still think I am going to end up taking care of 
myself a lot."

She shifted techniques, now giving me long slow strokes with a little 
double pull a the end, right at the head.  Still keeping me right on the 
edge.  "I know there will be some compromise.  I promise to get you off 
twice a day, every day, as long as you don't touch yourself.  But I'll 
have to take your word for it. On some days I may go for many more, just 
to ensure you aren't cheating."

"Cheating?"

"Making yourself cum. I figure if you have cum recently you won't be able 
to get it up.  If ever I can't get you hard in less than two minutes, the 
deal is off."  My arm was getting cramped after holding her leg in a death 
grip for so long.  "I'll give a couple minutes think about it."  She 
resumed stroking my dick with her tongue.  Damn that felt good.  

After all this time on the edge I was going to shoot a gallon.  Probably 
on her tits, but damn, that was just fine by me!  I thought, what little I 
could do, about what she was saying.  Hmmm.  Not really anything to lose.

"What happens on those days when you don't feel like doing anything?  I 
suppose I could hold out if I new there was additional payback coming."  
She pulled off me with an audible 'pop'.

"You save them up.  On the weekend I'll catch up.  If I can't that 
weekend, I'll catch up the next weekend."  She gave me several strong 
strokes, bringing me right back to the edge.  "Anything else?"  she 
resumed bobbing the head of my dick with just her lips.

Thinking was becoming very difficult.  All I wanted to do was shoot off.  
Of course, she knew that and wasn't about to let me finish before she was 
ready.

"You have to give me a couple hours between orgasms before you assume I 
can't get it up.  It is kind of related to how many times I have recently 
cum, but I can't say exactly.  I've gone five maybe fifteen minutes on 
some occasions, and needed an hour on other occasions."

"mmmk" she murmured, not coming off my dick.

I decided I could make one compromise.  "When I'm not in town you won't 
have to keep counting."

She stopped for a moment, the look in her eyes told me she was near the 
finish.  Which was good, because so was I.  "I already thought of that.  
Whenever you aren't in town I'll put five days in the account.  If it is 
less than five days, that is how many days you get."  She grinned, "And we 
will keep this agreement until you ask me to stop.  Or one of us breaks 
the deal."  She leaned forward and took me back in her mouth.  

Then she took my hands and put them on her tits.  This was particularly 
devilish of her since she knew I would not squeeze them as hard as I 
squeezed her leg to tell her I was close.  Moreover, I would constantly 
squeeze them now that she had invited me to.

She was now working my cock with only her mouth and that wicked tongue of 
hers.  I decided I didn't have anything to lose but I had everything to 
gain.  At least, that was what I was thinking when I said, "Okay, I 
agree."

"Mmm" she murmured.

I had more than a handful of tit in each hand and I was kneading them 
vigorously.  My wife had just about my whole cock in her mouth and she was 
stroking the underside forcefully with her tongue.  Her tongue was the 
only thing moving, and it slowly drove me up and up toward the precipice.  

After being married for so many years, I figured she knew what she was 
going to get if she kept this up, so I had long ago quit warning her of my 
impending climax unless she asked me to.  It was clearly one of those 
times, however, 
when having my dick in her mouth when I came was exactly what she was 
expecting.  

The slow march toward orgasm, driven by the relentless press of her 
tongue, tightened every muscle in my body.  I relished the feel of her big 
tits in my hands and I concentrated on that delicious tongue laving my 
cock.  I held the muscles in my cock taught as long as I could, trying 
desperately to hold off my climax.  In the end, however, I failed 
spectacularly and I lost my hold.  

I felt the contractions commence and I was only dimly aware of arching my 
back.  This pushed me deeper into her mouth, but she didn't slow down or 
miss a beat.  I felt the first spurt leave me as the next contraction hit 
and sent the next spurt down her throat.  She made a "mmmmmm" sound and 
continued stroking my cock with her tongue as she swallowed all of my cum.   
A bit later when I came back to Earth, I could tell I was no longer 
pumping cum into the mouth of my lovely wife, but she was still nursing my 
dick.  It wasn't painful, but it was rather intense.  

Every five or ten seconds I had a contraction just like my orgasm was 
continuing, but there was nothing coming out.  It was like she was forcing 
me to keep coming.

"Honey," I said.  The sensation just continued.  I was very sensitive and 
she just kept sucking my dick.  I could tell I was still hard.  I moved 
one hand to her head and she quickly put it back on her breast.

She held me there, pleasantly torturing my spent cock with her mouth, for 
what seemed like forever.  The sensitivity was like walking when your foot 
has been asleep.  Not painful but VERY intense.  Then she slid her mouth 
off me and sat back.  "I hope that wasn't to intense," she said.  "I read 
about that and decided to keep playing with the slinky pull toy until I 
felt ten more pulses."

I was very content, and hypersensitive.  "Ungh."

"I might do that to you every time you cum."  My eyes widened at the 
thought.  "Or I might not."  I sighed.  "Just think how your weekend would 
be if I held off all week and then did that to you fourteen times in one 
weekend."  

I was only a little worried.  "I should be so lucky," I said.  I figured 
she would never be able to keep up that kind of pace for a week, let alone 
a weekend.  But I was sure as hell ready to try.
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