Glory Hole Trap (part 6)
A bigoted homophobe thinks that he can harass gay people, until one day he is at their mercy and finds his life completely changing. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I awoke with my arm still around Marsha, cupping her petite breast. It was small but felt really nice in my hand. Marsha awoke and turned to face me.
"Good morning, beautiful," I said.
"That's a pretty good start," Marsha responded.
I had my usual "morning wood" and it pressed against her soft skin. Marsha reached down and took me in her hand and said, "I'm sure you would like to cum, but I don't want a repeat of last time."
"I'm really sorry about that," I said, "I sure didn't want it to go that way."
"You really made me feel low – like a whore there just to suck you off."
"Please Marsha, it's not like that at all!" I protested.
"I know that some guys have a real change of heart when they cum," she said, "and it's not easy to control. Now please tell me completely truthfully, when guys at the bookstore sucked you off, did you feel guilty when you came?"
"No," I confessed, "but that wasn't the same."
"Because you weren't kissing them moments before?" demanded Marsha.
"Marsha, I really like you, and don't want things to be so difficult," I said, "if you don't want to make me cum I'll just jack off in private!"
Tears formed in Marsha's eyes once again and I could see that I was not going to win this argument.
"Jeff, I want to make you cum – I really do – but when you cum I want to feel like you still want me around," she wimpered, "that we belong together."
I kissed her and said, "I will not cum again until I can do it in a way that honors you and how I truly feel about you."
Marsha smiled and said, "and I want to be the reason you cum! Let's go shower."
I set out some towels and we got into the shower, and immediately began running our hands over each other's wet bodies. Marsha washed me starting at the top, and when she got to my cock, she stroked me with a soapy hand and my knees nearly buckled. I wanted her to continue but knew I would cum if she did, and didn't want to cum that way for her. I pushed her hand away and kissed her. She finished washing my legs and then I washed her.
Her small breasts had very sensitive nipples which hardened at my touch. I spent a few minutes making sure her nipples were extra clean!
Moving down I washed her. "Careful with my clitty," she said.
Her clitty – yes that's it exactly – it was smaller than any man's cock and very pretty – very girlie looking – I really liked her clitty and as I handled it, it seemed wonderfully feminine and I knew I would have no inhibitions whatsoever in giving it lots of attention.
I washed her soft round buns and slipped a soapy finger in her crack. She moaned and when my soapy finger touched her pucker she nearly climbed up me! She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close, planting a big kiss on my lips.
I had always found a girls ass wonderfully attractive, and was pleased that Marsha was so receptive.
I washed her legs and we rinsed off. We took turns drying each other and stepped out of the shower. Marsha had no idea what I had in mind, but was willing to be led. I took her to the bed and had her get on all fours with her feet at the edge of the bed. I grabbed a bottle of lube and knelt on the bed behind her, with my face at the level of her pretty buns.
I spread her cheeks and kissed her pucker. "Ohhhhh" was Marsha's only response.
I licked her and plunged my tongue into her and she moaned with delight. Putting some lube on my fingers, I reached between her legs and took her clitty into my hand and stroked gently.
Marsha responded by pushing back against my mouth, and I continued to massage her clitty. She was still small, but hard now, and soon she climaxed, shooting into my hand.
Marsha collapsed onto the bed, saying, "that was amazing!"
I washed my hands and lay down next to her, kissing her neck and saying, "I love the feel of a freshly-climaxed girl!"
Marsha kissed me and said, "We better get some breakfast – and you have some explaining to do!"
We got some clothes on and went to the kitchen and made some French toast. I wasn't sure what kind of explaining I had to do, but I would probably be better off if Marsha just forgot.
That wasn't to be, and she asked, "now just how is it that a straight guy like you learned to do that?!"
"Did you really like it?" I asked.
"I loved it!," Marsha said, "nobody ever did that to me before!"
"Ok," I said, "I admit that I have a real fondness for a girl's bottom. But most regular woman think its taboo, and when I would touch them there, they would say 'what do you think you are doing?' "
"I tried with every girl I dated and only one warmed up to it. She was very adventurous and one day when she was sitting on my face while I licked her pussy, she moved her ass to my mouth and I just continued. I thought it would be disgusting, but she was nice and clean and wiggled like crazy as I did it."
"The next time she was on the bed in the position you were in. I fingered her clitty and she climaxed. I thought that would make her want it more, and it sure did. She liked it so much I was rimming her every day."
"You seemed to like it as well," Marsha said.
"Enough to do it every day," I confirmed, "several times a day with you!"
"Careful what you wish for, mister," she said, "you might just get it!"
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