“Ngh! Ngh! Nggggggh!” he grunted. Karen could feel
Clem’s ejaculate spewing into her wet hole, even
though he was buried deeply inside her. The
realization that he was going to be momentarily
sucking it out of her brought her that much closer to
her own orgasm. She waited until he stopped trembling,
and she felt his body relax onto hers.
“MMMmmmm,” she purred, “was that nice for you?”
“Oh baby,” he sighed, rolling onto his side, his cock
now shrinking and pulling out to unplug her. “That was
wonderful!”
She rolled onto her side, willing the words to come
out. She felt herself nudge even closer to orgasm.
“Are you ready to clean my nasty pussy now?” she said,
knowing how much he loved her talking explicitly.
“Oh baby,” he murmured, drifting off to sleep. “Some
other time, ‘K?” And then, he was gone, and his
breathing settled into a deep rhythm.
Karen stared at him for a long moment, bitterly
disappointed. This was the fifth time he had excited
her with his hot fantasy about sucking her pussy after
he’d filled it. This time he’d whispered it again and
again as he ate her.
Finally, he’d pushed into her and in about three
minutes had cum hard. She thought this time it would
be likelier he’d follow through, since it was barely
five minutes since he’d begged her to let him do it.
She’d even summoned the courage to ask him to do it.
But like the other four times, he’d left her hotter
than ever, but without any relief.
With a sigh of disappointment, she rolled away from
him and opened her bedside stand, taking out the
vibrator she kept there. The confused thoughts about
why he did this were set until later as she felt
herself racing into her own state of bliss.
A Week Later…
“Normally, I’d let your wife fall into a deep sleep
now, but she wanted to be awake when you were
hypnotized,” he explained. “Most people report that
they sleep like the dead after hypnosis, and that they
feel better than they have in years.”
“Well, it is important to her,” Clem replied. “She
wants us both to start the next millennium smoke-
free.”
“I know you’ll be able to do,” the hypnotist replied.
He turned back to Karen. “Tonight you will sleep
restfully, and wake fully refreshed in the morning.
When I clap my hands, you will wake up now, and you
will find cigarettes disgusting. 1. 2. 3!”
Karen blinked a few times, and looked around dully.
Then she spotted the Camel in Clem’s hand. “Put that
damn thing away!” she snapped, “it is really foul!”
Clem was impressed at the reversal his bride showed.
He looked at the hypnotist as he stubbed out his
smoke, and said “Looks like you have one successful
case today. Let’s try to make the second.”
“Alrighty,” said the hypnotist. “Just try to relax and
listen to my voice.”
“I warn you,” declared Clem, “I don’t know if I can be
hypnotized. I kinda think my mind is too strong.”
The hypnotist smiled, knowing that Clem would be even
easier than Karen. It was a paradox that those who
claimed to have strong wills were often the easiest to
hypnotize and easiest to make follow suggestions.
“Just relax,” he intoned sonorously, “and listen to my
voice.”
Karen was amazed at how quickly Clem went under. “Did
I go under this fast?” she asked.
“No,” the man said, “you took a lot longer. You really
fought it for a bit.”
Karen nodded and watched as the hypnotist took Clem
down even deeper, then implanted the suggestion that
smoking was horrible, like eating borscht but perhaps
even worse (if that was possible). He hated smoking,
and never wanted to smoke a cigarette again. “Is it
really that easy?” Karen whispered.
“It is really that easy,” he confirmed. “But, the
subject has to be open to the suggestion. To be really
successful, they have to want the suggestion to work.
I can’t make Clem do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
Karen looked at her husband, his peaceful face
reminding her of his post-orgasmic sleep. That thought
made a synaptic link, and she had a sudden thought.
“Can you help him overcome drowsiness?” she asked, her
pulse quickening.
“Well, I helped a clergyman last year who always
yawned in the middle of the Lord’s Prayer. He would
start it and deplete his oxygen supply, and yawn in
the middle, in the same spot every time. I was able to
help him get through that physical experience, so,
yes, I can help overcome drowsiness.”
“Well, he has this problem after he orgasms,” Karen
started. The hypnotist began by nodding his head in
understanding, but was wide-eyed when Karen finished.
“Can you help?”
“Well, I can implant the suggestion. I’m not sure if
it will work, but I can try.”
“Good enough,” Karen agreed. Hell, it was worth a
shot. The hypnotist told Karen what he would suggest,
and Karen confirmed the idea was perfect.
The hypnotist turned to Clem, who was sitting upright
but was gone, long gone. “Clem, do you remember that
you hate smoking?”
“Yes,” he murmured.
“You used to crave a smoke when you were stressed or
unhappy. Now, you will crave your wife and making love
with her. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he intoned.
“When you make love, you will be able to control your
ejaculation, and will be able to make love to her for
a long time.” He looked at Karen, who was smiling.
“You won’t get too excited and orgasm, and you will be
considerate of her needs. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“And Clem, when you cum in Karen, you will feel
energized, like you just woke up. You won’t be tired,
and will be ready to keep going. Do you understand?”
This time, there was a pause. “Yes,” he finally
answered.
“When you cum in Karen, you will feel the urge to eat
it back out of her. You will enjoy it and think it is
really sexy, and you will think the taste is like
sweet honey. You will know that Karen loves this and
loves you for doing it, and it won’t seem strange to
you.” The hypnotist looked at Karen, who was happy.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Clem said, decidedly.
“I think he’ll go along with it,” the hypnotist
stated. “I think he wanted to, but maybe was a little
afraid. That sort of thing I can help.”
“Cool,” Karen smiled. The hypnotist suggested that she
let Clem fall into a deep sleep, and she agreed. She
watched as the man she loved moved to their couch and
laid on it, the very picture of a restful sleep. She
agreed to call the hypnotist and let him know how it
worked, paid him, and let him out. Then she went up to
bed, pulling out her vibrator to make the most of her
excitement.
The Next Night…
The next night Karen surprised Clem with a delicious
meal, ostensibly because they had both survived a day
without smoking. That she served it completely nude
made it much more memorable for Clem. She was rarely
this overtly sexual, and he loved every minute of it.
For her part, Karen was excited to find out if the
hypnotic suggestion worked.
Dinner done, she suggested he go into the bedroom so
that she could serve him dessert in bed. Of course he
agreed, and she came in a few minutes later with a
bowl of chocolate body paint on their fine silver
platter. They took turns painting each other, giggling
as they licked it off. The tension was building and
Karen could hardly contain her excitement.
Her excitement was such that she wanted to do
something she’d rarely enjoyed: cock-sucking. In the
past, Clem had thought it was such a turn on to have
her want to suck his dick that he barely gave her
notice before spraying her face. This time, although
she could tell he was rock hard, he could contain
himself as she painted his cock with the chocolate and
then ate it off. Then again.
His ability to hold off intrigued her, and also gave
her enough time to learn to enjoy having his throbbing
muscle in her mouth. Her horniness eventually got her
to thinking about how it would feel to have him cum in
her mouth. She’d heard friends say it was great, a
real gift, and now she wanted to try it.
She positioned herself so that she could watch his
eyes she sucked him. She saw that he was ready to cum
at any time, his eyes rolling back. It was a miracle
he hadn’t cum. Maybe he couldn’t, with the hypnotic
suggestion he’d gotten. That was bad, because now she
wanted him to! She decided to ask.
“MMMmm, baby, I love your big stiff cock,” she tried.
“Ohhhhhh,” he moaned for the hundredth time. “It feels
so good. I wish you would do this more.”
“I will, baby,” she promised. “But I want you to do
something for me now. Can you?”
“Ohhhhhh, whatever you want,” he groaned.
“I want you to cum in my mouth. Can you fill my mouth
with your cum?”
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking down at her with
pleading eyes.
“Yes,” she said after a nice deep slurp. “Do it for
me.”
“OK,” he laughed, “if you insist!”
He lay back, and she sensed that he was letting go of
some reserve, some control. She put her lips firmly
around his head, sucking gently while she stroked his
saliva-covered cock. She’d seen that in porn movies,
and it always worked. Sure enough, in less than thirty
seconds she felt his cock swelling and she steeled
herself for the blast. He erupted into her mouth,
squirting hot sticky streams of jism. She continued
her stroking, knowing that his pleasure would diminish
if she stopped while he came.
Finally, his jets of semen became infrequent squirts,
and she removed her mouth, intending to tip her head
back and gargle with his seed in a display of
nastiness.
Instead, he grabbed her and rolled her onto her back.
She was very surprised by it, but even more so when he
pressed his mouth to hers and began a frantic french-
kiss. She felt him moan as his tongue swirled inside
the pool of cum in her mouth, scooping out as much as
she’d let him. She never imagined he would be so
nasty, so damn exciting!
She rode that thought for a minute, then needed to
ride more. Wrestling him onto his back, she moved up
and planted her sopping cunt onto his mouth. In
moments, his tongue was inside her, swirling in her
juices and brushing against the root of her clit.
She’d never been so turned on, and she never had such
a strong orgasm as he sucked at her. He was still
tonguing her when she collapsed and fell onto the bed.
He moved up to her and held her, kissing her again.
She didn’t really respond, although she usually loved
her taste on his mouth. As she recovered, she became
aware that he had another erection pressing into her
thigh. Hmmmm…
“Damn honey,” he said in the affectionate tone that
seemed to strum across her soul, “you’re so sexy. You
make me so happy.”
“You did a great job yourself!” she laughed. Whew! He
had!
He chuckled. “What made you want to have me cum in
your mouth?” he asked.
“I dunno,” she answered honestly. “What made you want
to kiss me afterwards?”
He shrugged, looking at her lovingly and stroking her
hair. “I don’t know, but I felt this urge to do it. I
wanted to taste myself in you.”
Karen had a revelation. The hypnotist had planted the
suggestion that he eat any cum that was inside her.
“Inside her mouth” was “inside her.” That realization
made her heart skip, because the next fucking they did
he’d be cleaning her out. She moved then, rolling him
onto his back. She moved astride him, and reached down
to grip his cock and aim it into her. With a sigh, she
settled back, letting him penetrate her and rub her
insides. It was marvelous.
Karen and Clem had been the only lovers either had
ever had. Thus, the fucking they enjoyed was longest
and most varied either had ever experienced. When
Karen tired of fucking Clem, he rolled her over and
fucked her. Pleased with his newfound ability to
contain his orgasm, they each tried different
positions they’d always wanted.
For Clem, that meant he fucked her doggy style in
front of their mirror, watching her tits swaying and
her face contort when she came on his cock. For Karen,
it meant sitting on the bathroom vanity, her legs
spread wide and her vibrator massaging her clit as he
pumped her. Karen came twice like that. In fact, by
the time she was ready to stop being fucked, she’d cum
five times.
She wanted to save the best for last. Turning out all
the lights, they opened the blinds in their upstairs
front bedroom so that they could see the snow falling.
Anyone who cared to look carefully could have seen
them by the light of the streetlamp.
She stood and leaned against the window as he entered
her from behind. She loved feeling his hips pressing
against her rump, and the icy feeling of the cold
window on her breasts. But mostly, she loved the
exhibitionism they were enjoying.
“Cum in me now,” she croaked hoarsely. “Fill me with
your cum.”
“You sure?” he asked. He hoped she was, because his
back was damn sore.
“Mmmm, yeah baby. Spurt your cum deep inside me.”
Almost on cue, he reached up and grabbed her hair,
pulling her back onto his impaling prick. Then he
came. And came. And came! It was a marvelous, draining
orgasm, the sort that should have rightfully made him
drop.
And he did drop, but not to sleep. Almost as soon as
he stopped cumming, he dropped to his knees and buried
his face inside her pussy. Karen gasped as his tongue
pressed in aggressively, searching for his sperm. She
shuddered closer and closer to orgasm, with his nose
buried between her fleshy buttocks, and his tongue
worshipping her pussy.
She looked out across the street, seeing old Mr. Potts
walking his old greyhound. The entire deliciousness of
the situation hit her at once and she came. She heard
Clem gasping, and moaning and telling her how sexy it
was that she was ejecting “mayonnaise,” and she
realized she was flooding him and that he loved it.
Her orgasm was just about subsided when Clem stood and
entered her again. She was shocked. Three erections?!
This time he clearly desired a fast orgasm, because he
pumped her hard enough and fast enough to press her
against the window. She imagined Mr. Potts looking up
to see her nude form pressed against the window, and
she let out a moan. Clem started babbling about
fucking her sloppy insides, and then made it sloppier
with his third orgasm.
She smiled contentedly as he kissed his way down and
began to tongue her again. She thought that it was a
Good Thing she’d given up smoking. She wanted her
lifespan as long as possible if it were going to
include this!