Quite A Mouthful

Quite A Mouthful
By: The Viking King

I couldn't believe it. She'd hidden my porn.

Okay, I'll admit that she'd never been that taken by it; always viewed my growing collection with a hint of distaste - although the one time we settled down to watch some together, she couldn't get my cock inside her fast enough. But I never hid the fact that I liked to watch it, and I thought we'd at least reached some sort of compromise. And now I find myself with an empty afternoon and the house to myself, and what am I doing? Turning the entire place upside down in search of half a dozen DVDs.

Jan had been home a couple of hours before I decided to broach the subject, lightly and with just a hint of propriety. "Hey hon, I was tidying up the movies and... I was wondering, have you seen the...um... adult ones?"

She glanced up from the magazine she was reading. "Oh right - I moved them when aunt Pauline came out"; her father's sister, a notorious busy-body, had been visiting a couple of months before and, given her obsession with peeping inside every drawer and cupboard, that probably wasn't a bad precaution to take. The last thing we needed was a 60-year-old New Yorker demanding to know what Swedish Hang-gliding Virgins is about. (As if the cover photos don't reveal that plot in a glance!)

"Where'd you put them?"

"Oh they're somewhere... I'll look them out for you. You don't need them right away, do you?"

The tone in her voice convinced me I shouldn't even make a joke right now. "No, I was just curious." But inside, I was furious. What right did she have....

A few days passed; I was back at work, and she was always home before me. Short of getting up at 3 in the morning and ransacking the house by torchlight, there really wasn't much I could do about the disappearance. Jan certainly hadn't made any move towards revealing their hiding place, and I wasn't going to force the issue - we don't fight very often... never, in fact. But there are certain lines you simply don't want to cross with Jan, and keeping on about a subject that she's evidently bored with is one of them. Still, my mood must have been obvious, because hours now passed without us speaking to one another, and any remarks that were passed were so bland that they scarcely passed as communication. I wondered which of us would crack first... would she finally tell me where the movies were? Or would I stop by the store one lunch time, and buy a whole pile more?

A week had gone by now, and we were eating our way through another silent dinner, when suddenly she spoke. "I've looked everywhere, and I still can't remember where I put them."

"Put what?"

"Your mucky films. I'm sorry, I feel really bad about it. We're probably staring right at them, but I just cannot find the things." She smiled. "I wonder if Pauline found them after all, and took them home."

"It would bring a bit of life into the old girl's life," I smiled.

"Well, it did wonders for you," she replied. "I was thinking about that night...."

It was the first time she'd mentioned "that night" since it happened; the first time, in fact, that she gave any indication that she'd even enjoyed it. Certainly whenever I'd offered an encore presentation, her refusals left me in no doubt that it was strictly a one-off. I weighed my reply. "I think it worked for you as well."

"Hmm... maybe it did. Shame we never thought up some of those moves ourselves, though. I do feel funny simply doing something because I saw it in a film - I feel a bit like a kid jumping out of the window, because he was Spiderman doing it." She laughed. "Except Spiderman probably never got a facial."

I smiled. She'd never allowed me to cum anywhere near her face before, but that night, she jerked me off all over it, and then licked herself clean with greedy relish. I wondered if we'd ever do anything like that again, but she was still talking. "Remember when we were first together, and everything was so new? We were doing things I'd never dreamed of before. Where has that feeling gone?"

I was silent. This was fast turning into one of those conversations that could go in any of two or three different directions, only one of which actually sounded at all alluring. Had she found someone else, someone with whom things were fresh again? "The feeling's still there, I think. We just have to look a little more deeply for it." I stood and walked over to where she was sitting. "I guess we've gotten so used to not doing anything new, that we're embarrassed to actually suggest anything, in case the other one doesn't like it."

"So suggest something," she said. "And let me decide whether I like it or not." Her hand moved onto my crotch and gave my balls a gentle squeeze.

"Well, you could do that again, for a start," I told her. She obeyed, then asked, "is that all?"

"Well..." - my mind whirled, trying to recreate some of the scenarios I'd imagined over the years, when I closed my eyes and imagined that the girls in the movies were actually Jan, and that was my cock that they were so devotedly worshipping with their eyes, mouths and pussies. "Take off your top."

She unbuttoned her blouse, then unclasped her bra. Her breasts aren't huge - you could never really fuck them. But, dropping my trousers and briefs, I pressed my stiffening cock into her cleavage and began moving slowly. Her hands reached around me and held me tight to her, while her mouth nuzzled at my stomach, distributing little bites and kisses. The she nipped me a bit too hard, and I stepped back. "You have very sharp teeth."

"No, you've just got very sensitive skin. Now this is sharp," she said, and she nipped again and this time, it really did hurt. "Ow!" She laughed. "And this," as she pressed her lips against my belly, "is even sharper." And it was. But it was also an ecstatic feeling, and I could feel my cock straining towards her face, almost as if to demand "it's my turn now."

That's certainly how Jan interpreted it. Holding me just inches from her lips, she addressed it full on. "You want some of that?" And before I could do anything, she sank her teeth into the shaft - not so hard that it truly hurt, but certainly enough to let me know he could do me a serious mischief. Then, with her palm gently supporting one end, she began biting slowly up and down. "Just like eating corn," she said. "And you know how much I love corn."

At the back of my mind, I wondered how things had suddenly turned around - I thought I was the one who was meant to suggest things, and she'd be the one who would let me... or not. Suddenly, it was Jan who was in total control and, not only did it feel great, but the knowledge that I was so utterly under her control, that any moment she could cause me some serious pin only heightened my excitement. A drip of pre-cum shone on the end of my knob; I dearly wanted her to taste it, and between bites tried to move, to force it towards her lips. But it wasn't going to happen. Her eyes flickered defiantly up at me, and I felt her teeth sinking deeper into my hard flesh. "The thing is," I gasped, "where there's pain, there should also be some pleasure."

"Oh, there will be," she said. "Lay down."

I did so, ignoring the cold hardwood beneath my back and watching as she slowly pulled down her pants and knickers. "Now, I've shown you what to do," she whispered. "Let's see if you were paying attention." Slowly she squatted down, her pussy over my face. I reached a hand in to part her lips, but she pulled away. "No," she whispered. "I told you, pay attention."

I shifted my head slightly and placed my mouth on her inner thigh, just below the groin, and sucked gently. The feel and smell of her pussy against my cheek was overpowering, but I resisted the temptations, as she demanded, "harder. With your teeth."

I nipped the skin and felt her flinch. "Again. And harder." I bit down, and then I kept biting, across her thighs, towards her ass, into her groin. I had a hand on her tit, pulling on the nipple, twisting it and feeling it swell between my fingers. Now her pussy was on my mouth, so I bit her there, astonished as she writhed and squealed above me, grinding herself into my mouth, then pulling away as my teeth came contact with the soft, damp flesh. The tip of my nose brushed her clit; I heard her gasp loudly - "yes, there. Bite there."

I did so, and felt her entire frame tense. Biting and sucking, I drew her flesh into my mouth, almost chewing on her sex as she hung there, barely moving as wave upon wave of sensation flooded her body and she could stand no more. She screamed, louder than I've ever heard her; then, turning so her back was to my face, she lowered herself onto my cock and began riding me, one hand furiously flicking her clit as we fucked.

I wished we had a mirror, so I could see what she was so intently watching, my hard cock sliding in and out of her, while her fingers danced above it. Occasionally, I felt a nail scrape against my shaft, and I begged her to squeeze my balls.

Leaving her own pleasure-center for a moment, she reached down and gripped them hard... and that was it. I could feel myself cumming; knew that she was about to as well; when the moment came, as my hot cum flooded her cunt, it was as if our very bodies were melting together. I collapsed back onto the floor, exhausted; her movements, too, were slowing, as she accepted the last drops of spunk out of my prick. My eyes closed, I reached for her, wanting to lie there quietly and hold her; instead, I felt her stand up, her legs spread above me as my cum dripped out of her.

"Now," she said. "If this was one of your DVDs, they'd probably be rolling the final credits right now. However, I've still got plenty of film in my camera, and I'm hoping you do as well...." And, before I could even answer, her hot, cum-drenched pussy was again in my face, and our conjoined juices were sliding down my throat.

This was obviously going to be a movie to remember.