by La Chatte Noire
This was inspired by the twisted folk on the TWoP boards. You know who you are.
Jonathon turned over in bed. He was hard, again. This was the third time this week that he'd woken up in the middle of the night hard and with Martha 7 months pregnant, she didn't feel in any way like having sex.
The sheet rubbed him lightly and he groaned.
Martha sat up and looked at him. "Again, Sweetie?"
Jonathon groaned in frustration and got out of bed. He was headed for the bathroom when Martha stopped him. "Not this time, Jonathon. This one is mine."
Jonathon turned around and gave her a look. "Oh, really? I thought if I so much as touched you, you would stuff my balls down my throat."
Martha blushed. "So I was in the middle of a mood swing last time." She got up and wrapped her arms around him. "I can make it up to you. I've learned a technique, something rumored to give a man the most powerful orgasm he will ever have."
"Oh yes, the internet is a wonderful tool. Care to test what I've learned?"
Jonathon thought about it for a moment before agreeing. "Why not?" he asked.
She led him to the bed where Jonathon tried to climb on top of her to take control. She rolled over, pressing him back onto the mattress. Jonathon tried to continue the roll to regain control.
"Jonathon, part of this involves losing control to me."
"Martha, that sounds almost kinky. Should I be blindfolded for this?"
Martha gave him a look. "The entire internet is kinky, Jonathon. Why, do you want a blindfold?" She shimmied down the bed to rest between Jonathon's legs. She pulled his pajama pants down and threw them to the floor. "I hadn't really thought you'd want one." She bent down to lick the head of his cock lightly.
Jonathon gasped slightly. "No, I don't need a blindfold," he said lustily as he laid back and prepared to enjoy a good blow job.
Martha grinned and rubbed a finger in the slit, covering it with precome. "Good," she said as she licked along the shaft and feathered her slick finger over Jonathon's anus.
He squirmed a little. "Whatever you're doing, that tickles," he said with a grin and a snort.
She grinned as she licked and pushed the finger in to the first knuckle.
Jonathon gasped. "What is that?" he asked.
Martha stopped licking to smile smugly. "Do you like that?" she asked.
"Hell, yeah." He spread his legs to make his point. "What is it?"
Martha grinned and eased her finger in to the second knuckle. "That, Jonathon, is my finger inside you."
"What?!" Jonathon raised himself up on his elbows and stared incredulously. "What on Earth made you-" His words were cut of by his own scream as Martha buried her finger to the palm in his clenching ass and by sheer accident hit his prostate.
"Hmm, I've never heard you scream in pleasure before," she hummed lightly as she engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth. Jonathon could only drop back to the mattress and moan in response as Martha began to thrust the finger a little bit, rubbing it along the little bump that made him squirm.
After a few more moans and a few more thrusts, Martha pressed hard on Jonathon's prostate, making him scream once again. She let up then pressed and sucked at once.
Jonathon didn't even notice his screams as he came so hard the world swam and went black.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Martha hovering over him. She grinned smugly. "So, how was that?" she asked.
Jonathon's eyes grew distant. He got up from under her and stood at the window, staring off into the night.
Martha recognized his conflict. She pressed herself against his back and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, I should have asked. I thought you'd enjoy it."
"I did enjoy it," he whispered. "That's what worries me."
"Wait a minute, because you enjoyed a little penetration you're thinking that maybe you're gay?"
Jonathon lowered his head.
She sighed. "All because gay guys were the first to discover that little pleasure secret and they kept it amongst themselves until the internet? Jonathon, most men enjoy that given the chance. You're no different now than you were 15 minutes ago."
"I am different," Jonathon said without inflection. He turned around to face her with a smile on his face. "I've just had the most powerful orgasm of my life and the most beautiful woman I know gave it to me."
Martha blushed. "Oh, Jonathon," she said before he claimed her mouth for a kiss.
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