A Hot Past Game for Ron’s Birthday
By Spenhu.
This particular story deals with small penis humiliation, enjoying the past sexual experiences of a partner, and rimming. If any of those things aren’t your thing, thanks for stopping by! For the rest of you, please enjoy!
*****
Ron and Linda were very happy together in those first few years. Their interests dovetailed nicely together, as did their passions and ambitions. They both eventually wanted a family, wanted to be successful in their careers, and wanted to be the type of partners who supported each other in those ambitions and dreams.
For Ron, Linda was a dream companion. She was supportive, loving, and smart, and, if he was completely honest, she was an 11 out of 10, an absolute knockout that he had somehow convinced to fall in love with him.
For Linda, Ron was emotionally available, gave her freedom and space to pursue her interests without feeling stifled, and was a fantastic cook. He wasn’t too hard on the eyes either, truth be told…
But deep down, as she saw all of her friends struggling through rocky relationships that seemed so sound on the outside but were so unstable within, Linda wondered if her and Ron’s true super-power weren’t their ability to communicate about literally anything… a super-power they would not have developed if not for one of the peculiarities of their relationship.
Early on and completely by happenstance, Ron and Linda had discovered that nothing turned Ron on more than hearing about Linda’s past sexual exploits. What was more, all of his favorite stories seemed to revolve around men who either had larger cocks than he did or else performed better in one way or another.
While at first, Linda felt like there must be some kind of trap, knowing as she did that the one thing you absolutely couldn’t ever tell your partner was that you had been with bigger men, she had fast come to understand based solely on the way he would swell in her hands (Which seemed a much more reliable bit of data than anything he could say to her), that he well and truly loved hearing about her past.
For Linda, nothing strengthened her sense of their excellent communication more than being able to communicate about some of the most taboo situations she had been in, about things that surely would have driven most men into a jealous rage, without any fear of judgment or reprisal. Bizarrely, knowing that she could tell her boyfriend that some past fling had turned her into a quivering mess, all with absolutely 0 fear of repercussion, made telling him that she needed him to help out more around the house, or that she was stressed and needed some space, so much easier than it seemed to be for her friends to tell their significant others.
For Ron, it was more than everything; with Linda, it was just so… easy. She indulged a kink he never even knew he had before her, sure, but it was so much more than just amazing sex. Because he trusted that she loved and respected him, he wasn’t afraid of hearing negative feedback or requests that might have otherwise made him feel like he was letting her down. The anxiety that had plagued so much of his life before Linda was conspicuously absent with her, because he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that if she would tell him the truth about things in her past that might have hurt his feelings, she for sure would be totally honest with him about other aspects of their relationship.
Which is why, when Linda announced that she had something special planned for Ron’s birthday, it nearly perfectly aligned with their second anniversary… Ron knew that he needed to plan something just as special for her.
*****
As Ron drove over the long bridge that led out to the beach near their small Floridian town, he thought excitedly about what Linda might be planning for them. She had just taken him to his favorite restaurant, but cautioned him not to eat too much as she had an entire picnic planned for later.
“So… ” Ron began, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye… “Can I at least have a hint?”
Linda smiled her sexiest “I’ll never tell” smile, one she had gained a lot of practice using over the past year as they had added stories from her sordid past into their lovemaking. She loved indulging him, but also knew that her past wasn’t a bottomless well. The stories would run out one day, and so she slowly fed him tantalizing truths.
Per their agreement, he only brought up her past or asked her to comment on the size of his penis once or twice a month. It was a boundary she had set early on because, despite the scandalous things that turned her boyfriend on, she was very much attracted to him and very happy with his equipment. She needed the majority of their intimate time together to be about her getting thoroughly fucked by her boyfriend.
But… she also knew that he would especially love some of her… special… treatment for his birthday. Knew, and had prepared for it with all the cunning of an experienced seductress. Teasing him ahead of time was part of the fun for her.
Linda reached over and laid her hand upon Ron’s thigh, tantalizingly close to where she knew his cock would reach when he got hard. She lightly ran her fingernails in slow, lazy circles as she said, “I don’t want to reveal too much, babe… I wouldn’t want your little guy to get too excited.”
Ron felt his brain go hazy with lust as the word “little” triggered a flood of endorphins. That was one of the ways she signaled to him that she was willing to play into his fantasies. He felt his cock go ridged in his shorts and noted that her hand was a mere inch away from being able to caress him, almost certainly by design.
“It’s like that, huh?” asked Ron, chagrinned but begging inside for her to take the tease further.
“It’s like that,” she said, not taking the bait, which was, of course, its own kind of tease.
*****
Ron parked the truck just as the last rays of the setting sun bathed the beach in a beautiful pink glow. They had just enough light left to find a relatively private spot far back off the water between two dunes. They ate the picnic of desserts Linda had packed, tiny cheesecake squares, chocolate-covered strawberries, and sweet red wine as the last rays of the sun died in the west, casting the beach into windy darkness.
“Thank you for all this,” Ron said, sighing contentedly with his arm around Linda’s shoulder. They listened to the waves lapping at the sand contentedly.
“Happy birthday!” Linda replied. She leaned her head on his shoulder, running her nails once again on the skin of his thigh. The moment was perfect, and she held onto it for just a moment longer, savoring it.
The moment eventually came to an end, though, as Linda, smiling wickedly in the dark, moved her hand up to cup Ron’s bulge through his shorts. His sharp intake of breath told her he wasn’t expecting it, and his immediate tumescence told her he was pleasantly surprised.
Linda was surprised to find that her own body was also responding to what she was about to do with Ron. If someone had told her a year ago that she would come to enjoy humiliating her boyfriend almost as much as he did, she would not have believed them. Now, though… she knew what compersion was and very much understood how it was possible. Where before she might have felt a little apprehension at the thought of revealing more, potentially hurtful information to Ron, now, knowing how much he was going to love it made her slick with desire.
She decided to start by dropping a bombshell on him. “I want you to know that I took a look through your browser history a few weeks ago… ”
Ron felt an irrational sense of panic at her words but stayed quiet, enjoying the feeling of her hand kneading his cock and balls through the fabric of his shorts. He never deleted his history; he had nothing to hide from her, but the embarrassment of what she might have seen there, the… depth… of his kink that he had not yet shared with him, filled him with a nervous excitement.
“You’re a naughty boy, Ron.”
Linda smiled wickedly as she felt Ron’s whole body tremble at her words. The sexual power she has over him is intoxicating, knowing that she can play his body like a fine instrument using only her words and the soft, dexterous touch of her fingers. Knowing that she doesn’t even have to actually touch his cock directly to make him finish, right here, right now, if that’s what she wants.
She didn’t want her fun to end too early, though, so she removed her hand from his cock.
Linda had learned very early on that part of this play, the part that made it fun for Ron but absolutely indulgent for her, was that Ron was fixated on making her cum. His perceived deficit made him… eager to please her. To make her feel as good as all the men in the stories she told him did. Better, in fact, because deep down, he wanted to be the man she craved. Of course, he already was, but it was too much fun to let him prove it again and again to both himself and her.
“I was surprised to see how much cuckold stuff you have in your history, babe, knowing that we both agreed not to open our relationship, but I understand having fantasies. What I want to know about tonight, though, is that hotpast subreddit, Ron. You seem to spend a lot of time there.”
Ron let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. It was true, he would never want to share his beautiful girlfriend with anyone… but that didn’t stop him from torturing himself with the thoughts of what she might sound like, taking a big cock right in front of him when he was in particularly masochistic moods.
Ron swallowed and said, “I didn’t know there were other people like me… it can be a good place to get ideas for our sessions.”
Linda smiled in the dark, enjoying that they both shared the same idea. “I got some ideas from there as well… I want to play a little game for your birthday tonight, Ron. Are you up for that, do you think? I know your little guy is.” She giggled in that way she knew would humiliate him. It had taken a long time, but she had finally stopped feeling guilty about teasing him… Now it was just another part of the hot little game she played with him, all for show to turn him on even more.
Ron’s mouth was dry now, despite the water he had been drinking steadily since she started teasing that something special might be happening tonight. He liked to be sober for these wild sessions of hers, the better to remember them, but the thought of learning more information about her hot past had adrenaline pumping in his guts and blood flowing in his groin. He could feel his heart beating a fusillade in his chest. Through a throat thickened with anticipation, he said, “I am. Please continue.”
Linda laughed her tinkling laugh again, feeling her cheeks warm in anticipation of how hard she was about to make her boyfriend cum. After he earned it, of course, and only after she teased him within an inch of his life. She poured herself another cup of wine and grabbed her phone, typing something out.
The screen briefly illuminated her face, and Ron, for the hundredth time that week, thanked his lucky stars that this woman was his, actually wanted to be out here with him, that she was everything he needed and more.
“Ok, baby… I just sent you a list of 5 questions. You get to ask me these for free, and I promise to answer absolutely honestly, no matter how much I think the answer will fuck with you. I think I trust you by now to truly want to hear my honest answers to some of these questions… You weirdo”
Ron felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, but he forced himself not to look just yet. He wanted to hear the terms.
“Each round will consist of 5 questions… and they get more and more in line with what I know you’re dying to learn about me the further we go… but there’s a catch.”
“Of course there is,” Ron said, but he was even more excited now than he was before. Linda’s catches were often the most sexy part of the game.
“You get the first round for free as my birthday present to you, babe. I love you, you’re welcome. But there is a price to pay for every round after that.”
Here it comes, Ron thought. Whatever the price was, he knew he would pay it gladly.
“To advance a round, you have to make me cum. It doesn’t matter to me how you make me cum, but I know you get… excitable… when we play these games, so I can’t count on you getting me across the finish line at the end.”
Ron groaned at her calling him out so directly for finishing too early when they played with her past. He felt shame, but it mixed with arousal in his guts, and he was suddenly very happy she had not resumed touching him through his shorts after she had poured more wine. “Deal,” he said.
Linda nodded, but continued. “After each round, you can choose to stop if you want to hear more details about any given answer I tell you. You won’t be able to ask the remaining questions, and you won’t have the questions in advance. I will slip your adorable little cock inside and ride you as slowly as I can while I tell you the story. You can paint my insides with a full view of the stars, babe. But Ron… ” She reached out and rubbed his cock once more, causing his entire body to jump. “You want to make it to the end. I saved all the things I know you’re dying to ask for last.”
Ron moaned again and moved away from her touch. He was so keyed up, he had a sudden fear of ruining everything by popping just from her touch over his shorts. “God, you’re perfect,” he said. Pulling his phone up to view the first set of questions.
Linda reached under the sundress she had been wearing on their earlier date and pulled off her panties. She was already wet from teasing him, and it was noticeable from the dampness of the cloth. She playfully shot them at him as his face showed in the light from his phone, laughing as they hit him in the face. She was looking forward to this every bit as much as he was, and even if he was a perfect fit for her in every way, she was devilishly looking forward to making him doubt it.
Ron pulled up the first set of questions. He had a good idea about her answers for each, but he had never just asked them outright… his cock throbbed and his chest quaked as he opened his mouth to start their little game.
“Question One: How many guys have you been with, Linda?”
“Thirty-five,” she replied, and Ron felt the bottom drop completely out of his guts. He knew he was in for an intense night. She had hinted that her body count was a fair bit more than his ten, but that put her at over three times his. It also cemented the fact that she would not be pulling any punches.
“Are you surprised?” She asked, and Ron heard just a hint of vulnerability in her question. The number was high enough, and society put terrible pressure on women not to reveal this kind of information under any circumstances.
He reached out and found her face, guiding her to him for a deep and thorough kiss. He needed her to understand that none of this could change his opinion of her, that all of it was just sexy kink. Ron wasn’t good with words, but he was good at conveying his emotions. She kissed him back, and he knew she understood.
He sat back, reading out the second question, and his heart started thumping hard again. “Question Two: How many of those guys were bigger than me?” Ron’s head swam just saying it out loud. She had teased him about this very thing on so many occasions, but could he take a true, unfiltered answer?
Echoing his thoughts, she said, “Do you really want to know? Truly?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“It’s not the easiest to remember them all… but if I were to estimate… ”
Ron had the thought that the suspense might literally kill him.
“Probably at least 25 of them, babe. I’m sorry, I really was a lucky girl before you came along.”
It felt like he had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. Ron reeled from the information, doing the math in his head… Only nine were smaller than him? Nine?! But then he saw the next question and was utterly confused.
“Uh… Question Three… how many were smaller than me?” He felt like he must be missing something, the math made it fairly obvious…
“I’m sorry, Ron… just two. The rest were about the same size.”
The truth of that statement slammed home to him, and he felt humiliation creeping up his spine, nestling between his shoulder blades. Of course, there wouldn’t be a perfect ranking system. She’d been with just eight guys, including himself, who were more or less average. Two truly small guys and… fuck me, Ron thought, twenty-five who were six inches or bigger.
“Not what you were expecting?” She asked, sounding amused. “Just two more and you can decide if you want to ask follow-ups and be done, or put in the work to continue… I’m really, really hoping you want to continue.”
Ron licked his lips, looking at the next question. “Question Four: Holy fuck… have you ever had a threesome with two guys?”
“Ron, you filthy boy, are you asking me if I have been spit roasted?”
Trembling, Ron asked, “Have you?”
Linda let the moment a good five seconds longer than she needed to and finally said, “No, although I probably wouldn’t have said no if anyone had asked back in my sluttier days.”
Ron was surprised to find that he was… disappointed… that his girlfriend had never been fucked by two guys at the same time. He wondered at himself, at the insane barometer of his arousal, that wanted that to be a thing… How many times had he pictured her getting fucked by a massive cock while sucking another? How many times had he jerked himself to the idea of her getting fucked right in front of him, sucking his dick while getting railed, feeling the shockwaves of the pounding she was taking around the base of his cock, and fighting not to release his load before the other, superior man did?
“You’re breathing hard, Ron… you wish that had been a yes, don’t you? That’s kinky, baby… ” Linda reached down and started rubbing her lips slowly, feeling her wetness on her fingers. She knew he couldn’t see her, but she also knew he would hear what she was doing, as close as they were. “It’s a shame you’ve locked me down, you would have loved hearing the sounds I make on a nice fat cock.”
Ron moaned again. He needed the round to be over, needed to touch her and make her feel some of the tension she was inflicting on him. He needed to remind her that he could make her cum, too.
“Question Five: Have you ever faked an orgasm?”
Ron could feel her smirk. “Counting you?”
“Yes”
“Then yes.”
Ron couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed her roughly, laying her flat on her back on their beach blanket. He was almost frantic in his need to please her, to thank her for giving him mental fodder to last months and months, but most of all to make her take back that insinuation that he couldn’t make her cum.
Linda felt her body respond to Ron’s rough treatment, the feeling of being a small creature manhandled by a large and greedy beast, right up until Ron’s first flat, firm laps at her sex washed all similar thoughts out of her mind. He was a man possessed, completely enamored with her cunt, pushing her with his particular and wonderful talent for perfect rhythm. His tongue started flat and cursory, but with each lap became more focused, more targeted, seeking out and finding her clit, kneading with perfect, steady pressure.
Ron had learned about Linda’s body over the last year. Some partners needed fingers to get over the edge, some needed toys. Linda could cum from those things, but the thing that drove her over the edge the fastest came down to two things. Her clit and his rhythm. Whether he was licking her slowly, edging her towards a crashing orgasm, or eating her frantically like he was now, the secret was to find that sweet spot where her whole body quivered every single time the tip of his tongue pressed into her clit and repeat… no speeding up, no slowing down, just perfect timing until she exploded all over his face.
Linda felt that deepest part of herself thrumming to Ron’s ministrations, the way pleasure splashed out from her core every time his tongue touched her, each splash building on and growing with the last. She stared up at a full night’s sky filled with stars, with the sound of the waves in her ears, and said, “God, just like that,” and rather than speeding up or changing technique like so many disappointing men did, Ron doggedly lapped at her cunt with perfect timing. Waves of sensation built in her core, the muscles of her pussy, her thighs, and her stomach until finally, she spilled over, cumming in spasms, clenching her thighs around Ron’s face as he continued to lick, only stopping once she got too sensitive for him to continue.
They lay together for a time in the sand, breathing softly while Linda came down from her orgasmic high. Finally, she looked over at him and said, “Ok, you earned it. Round two?”
*****
Ron moved to rest his back against one of the dunes that had a few clumps of sea oats growing out of it, making it sturdy enough to support his weight without collapsing anything. At this point, they were truly off the beaten path, nestled in between three dunes with a perfect view of the moon’s light glittering across the surface of the ocean, but far back enough to give them privacy from anyone else who might be walking the beach in the darkness. They saw the silhouettes of individuals and couples walking at the point where the waves lapped at the shore, which added to the excitement of fooling around on the beach.
Linda leaned back against Ron, her dress bunched up around her waist in the darkness, and he lay her gently with his fingers, enjoying the warm wetness of her pussy and the soft, appreciative sounds she was making.
“Mmmmm, I really like what those fingers are doing… How about for this round, I just say the questions out loud for you. I don’t want you to stop to look at your phone.”
She felt Ron nod as he gently slipped a single finger inside of her, searching for that cluster of nerves that she so loved him to pay attention to while his other hand gently stroked her clit. She could feel his hardness pressing into her back and knew he was ready.
“Question Six Ron: Have I ever done anal?”
Ron made a pained sound, but his cock jumped against her back, and she smiled again. This was one of the questions she included specifically because she knew he might really want to ask her further questions about it. It was a massive tease that she knew might end the game early, but at this point, she was ok with that.
“Yes”
She felt him slip a second finger inside of her, and she let out a small moan of her own from the increased pressure. He had found the spot she liked and was putting steady pressure on it while his fingers slid in and out. He was taking the thoughts running through his head out on her, and she was very much here for it.
“What’s wrong, babe? You want to ask me to tell you more about it?” She asked innocently. Ron just grunted in the negative and kept fingering her. Ok, she thought, game on.
“Question Seven: Oh, Ron, you’re going to like this one. Have I ever had a threesome with another girl?”
She felt him pull her back into him more tightly, felt his cock in the small of her back. This was so many men’s fantasy that she wondered what was going through his head. Was he imagining the scene? Was his imagination going wild while he worked his fingers inside of her? Surprisingly, the thought pushed her closer to her second orgasm, teasing her boyfriend with images from her dirty past.
“Yes, Ron. Yes, I have.”
Ron felt the jealousy spike through his chest as he let the images run through his head in a sordid blend. What all did his smoking hot girlfriend do? Did she make out with another girl around some lucky bastard’s cock? Did she bury her face in another girl’s pussy while getting fucked? He was dying to ask follow-up questions, but he also knew it would end their little game prematurely, so he took out his frustration on her, slowly working a third finger into her. Her sharp inhalation of breath gratified him. Besides, if the questions were this good now, what might they be like next round?
“No additional questions, Ron?” Linda moaned, pushing herself down on his fingers. “Alright, I’m going to speed things up because I either need you to make me cum again or I need to fuck you. Question Eight: Have you ever made a sex tape? Yes.”
Ron grunted, working his fingers in deeper.
“Question Nine: Has anyone regularly made you cum from penetration alone? Yes.”
Again, Ron felt that gut punch. He knew she could cum on that big dildo with almost no other stimulation, but still, he always had a hard time getting her there with just his dick.
“Question Ten: Who had the biggest cock… Ron, seriously, do you really want to know this one?” She panted and put one of her hands over Ron’s hands.
Ron knew that he had named her biggest dildo after a smarmy asshole she used to date that he had classes with in college. There was still a part of him that really, really wanted it not to be him, but something about the way she asked that… “It’s fucking James, isn’t it?”
“I don’t miss fucking James, that’s for sure… but no. I named that Dildo after him just to fuck with you. My biggest was an exchange student named Soren.”
Linda suddenly stood up, gesturing Ron to lie flat on their blanket. She was panting, cheeks flush with the pleasure his fingers had been giving her. “Time to make a choice, Ron, am I going to sink on your perfect little prick, or shall I sit on your face for you to earn the next round? Do you want to know how much bigger my biggest was? Who have I given up my ass to? Do you want to know details about the sex tape I made?”
Ron didn’t even have to think about it. The possibility of learning more about her hot past was all that mattered to him in that moment. “Sit on my face, Linda. I’m just glad James wasn’t one of the big ones.”
Dropping down, on knee on either side of his head, Linda sank her pussy onto his face. She said, “I didn’t say that, Ron, just that he wasn’t the biggest.” She was gratified by his dismayed moan into her folds as she began grinding herself on his face in earnest.
Linda loved fucking Ron’s face. She enjoyed when her man took control and dominated her, but every once in a while, she enjoyed being the one in control. She moved herself across his face gingerly at first, teasing him with the proximity of her asshole, daring him to lick her most private areas before she continued her face fucking in earnest. She knew he loved it, even without the moaning vibrations that were coming from his throat.
She was really hot now from teasing him. She truly did not enjoy thinking of James, her ex, whom Ron couldn’t stand, but god how Ron throbbed when Linda teased him about being smaller. She reached down and unzipped his pants, knowing he must be thinking of that, must be feeling insecure about how he compared to all of her exes right now, and knowing that he got off on the feeling more than anything else.
She fished around in his pants for his cock, up nearer to his belly, pretending that she couldn’t find it. “Ron, are you hard? I’m having a hard time… oh! Sorry, I was thinking about something else, looking in the wrong place.” Ron moaned loudly into her, and she knew she got him with that comment. She ground her clit into his mouth, feeling his arousal fuel her orgasm, building up to what she felt would be an intense climax.
She moved her hand onto his cock and very slowly started to stroke him, but he pulled away from her. He must really be close, she thought wickedly, and so she planted her hands on his chest and fucked herself hard onto his face, focusing on hitting that rhythm that he seemed so good at achieving with his tongue. She freed his cock, watching it bob and sway in the moonlight, and lost herself in the motion and the moans and groans he was making into her. Soon, the friction became too much, and she plunged over the edge into an intense orgasm, gripping his head with her thighs and shaking on top of him. She collapsed forward to lie with her head right next to his cock, focusing on breathing through the intense climax, enjoying the warmth of his body.
“That was fucking awesome, Linda,” Ron said, muffled still as his face was technically still under and slightly behind her ass. She felt him give her a few tentative licks at her most private hole, but she didn’t stop him. He loved to taste her there, and she had learned to tolerate it for him. Sometimes she even enjoyed it, like tonight, when she was feeling naughty. When she didn’t tell him to stop, he continued to give her asshole long, slow licks, holding her hips and ass in place with both of his strong arms. She allowed herself to enjoy the stimulation, to give in to his desires. It was his birthday, after all.
*****
When he had tasted her to his content, and she had finally recovered from her orgasm, Linda decided to see whether he wanted to continue as they had or if he was ready to get his final birthday gift. Truth be told, she wanted to feel him inside of her, but it would be antithetical to their game to admit that out loud too much.
“Alright, Ron, we’ve reached the last set of questions I had ready,” she said, still lying across his belly with her face close to his cock. Ron had taken to slowly licking her cunt once more, and while she knew there were risks to letting him do that after he had rimmed her, they had been lucky so far, so she just enjoyed it.
“How about this… I’ll list out all the questions with their answers, and then you pick the one you want to ask follow-ups to. I’ll slip your little guy inside, and you’ll get as much detail as you can handle… until you finish. Deal?”
Ron’s head swam in the intoxication of being so close to his happy place. He could service his girlfriend just like this, happily, forever. Would, in fact, if the night went the way he wanted it to go. The questions teased his brain, but he was so happy just to have gotten what he already had from her; the rest was icing on the cake. “Deal,” he said.
“Questions Eleven through Fifteen then, and I’m going to watch your cock closely to see if I can tell which one has the most effect on you.”
“Have I ever been with a really dominant guy? Fuck yes, Ron.”
She felt him moan into her, and his cock bobbed. She smiled to herself, knowing he would love that story, and that she wouldn’t mind giving him ideas to try on her either.
“Who was my best ex and what made him so good? Well, I guess this is a two-for, but as you might have guessed, it was Desire, and honestly, it has a lot to do with my answer about a dominant guy.”
Ron’s cock bobbed a lot more noticeably this time. Linda felt him moan into her again, and it had a desperate quality to it. She felt his tongue slowly but surely working its way back up to her clit.
“Does size actually matter to me? You’re not going to love this answer, but I told you I would be totally honest. Not really, Ron… You’ll have to ask me sometime about how one of those really small guys used to make me cum like crazy.”
His cock jumped again, and he surprised her by groaning and teasing her ass with a thumb. It was interesting… Ron seemed to be just as turned on by the thought of anyone giving her as much or more pleasure as he could. He truly just loved feeling insecure and humiliated. Some women might have felt a certain kind of way about that… Linda just felt lucky that she could turn her man on with so little effort at a moment’s notice.
“Who gave me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had?”
She watched as his cock bobbed and swayed. He was obviously anxious and extremely angsty about her answer to this one… But why?
Ron was once again shocked by how intensely Linda seemed able to play with his emotions. He was thankful she hadn’t touched his cock as it felt like a damn ready to burst. How desperately he wanted her answer to be him… and yet, how much of a white-hot jolt to his system would it be if it wasn’t? He tried to focus on the work his tongue was doing, waiting to hear her answer.
“I’m so sorry, baby… but not you. It was Soren, the guy you had never even heard of until tonight. Is that what you want to hear about, baby? How his big, fat cock made your innocent little girlfriend cum so hard I almost blacked out?”
Ron groaned as she lifted off his face, looking down at his soaked beard. Ron wiped his face with his arm and trembled underneath her as she turned herself around, ready to sink onto his cock. “No,” he said, almost panting. That last one had been almost too much to take, but he was dying to know what the last question was if that one had been that intense. He had barely enough self-control left to hear all of his options, at least.
Linda sank on his cock, stifling the satisfied sigh that came with the stretch and the full feeling he gave her. Had always given her, unless he had used her really big dildo on her just before. She truly had no problem with his size, but while they were playing this game, she would never say it to him.
She had to be careful now, as she had been teasing him for nearly an hour. She didn’t move, merely let him adjust to the warm wetness of her, lay down so that her breasts brushed his chest, and was surprised when he pulled her tightly into him and kissed her. She could taste herself on his beard, and the thought of where that tongue had been moments ago made her feel deliciously dirty for him. She kissed him back, their tongues mingling to the sound of the waves.
She pulled back, breathing hard. She moved just a fraction, desperate to feel his cock stretch and push her towards the orgasm that was very close now. He groaned, so she held herself in check, very aware that they were both close.
“Have I… ever rimmed anyone?”
Ron gasped… his mind reeled a million miles a second. He had wanted to ask her this since they both discovered his fetish months earlier… wanted to ask but was afraid to know. This was something he himself desperately wanted to experience, but he had never asked, and she had never volunteered. He felt the humiliation writhe in his guts like a living thing, imagining some Greek god of a man sitting on the edge of a bed, big cock jutting proudly out. At the same time, his woman, Ron’s woman, knelt before him, his balls dragging across her face, mouth buried between his cheeks, tongue lapping at his asshole. Knowing that someone out there was walking around with that memory of his girl. That if their paths crossed in public, that lucky fucking bastard would see Ron and smirk, knowing what his girl had done to him.
Linda was also nervous. Would Ron look at her differently if he knew the truth? He seemed to love her slutty side, but would he love it still if her answer was yes? Or would it change the way she saw him? She decided that she had trusted him all these many sessions, that their relationship was strong enough that he would love her no matter what, and that thought, more than anything else, drove her forward.
“Yes.”
Linda gasped as Ron lifted her off his cock, with a hand behind her, and laid her forcefully on her back against the sand. He plunged his cock into her, fucking her voraciously, insatiably, and she gasped, trying to keep ahead of the surge of pleasure he was fucking into her. She could feel him tense up, felt his cock swell in her, but he kept fucking her anyway, pounding forcefully at her sensitive cunt, that perfect rhythm and all the teasing blending to a crashing crescendo so strong she had to cling to him and just ride it out.
Finally, his cock softened and slipped out of her, but he held her like that until their breathing finally slowed back down. He rolled off of her and pulled her into his shoulder, and they gazed up towards the blanket of stars above them.
*****
“I guess I owe you a story,” she said.
“I guess you do,” he agreed, “but not tonight. I had a surprise for you, too. I didn’t know you were going to do all this for my birthday, but I’m glad you did. That was incredible.”
Linda nodded into his shoulder. “I think I have a different answer to one of those questions now.” They both started laughing softly, basking in their post orgasmic glow.
Ron pulled something from his pocket. Linda caught the glint of a light on a reflective surface and gasped, suddenly and ironically feeling that anxious tightness in her chest that she always so easily inspired in Ron.
“It seems like a strange time after what we just did, but Linda, will you-”
“Yes, you weirdo! Yes!”
They stayed out on the beach together until the sun came up, newly engaged and glowing, at the very start of what would be a very long and very happy marriage.
The End.
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