TITLE    : Delicious Danielle Ch. 03
STORYID  : delicious-danielle-ch-03_2008
SUMMARY  : Cum on her face is his blessing for her to explore.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2008-02-06
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |blowjob|facial|


Across the next three months we settled in. I had all my stuff moved to the new place... Danielle had all her stuff moved to the new place... We decorated. We got to know the area, the best places to shop, the fact that there were no adult stores anywhere nearby. We learned to shop efficiently on the internet. We made a point of "blessing the house" but fucking in every room. "Fucking" didn't just mean some stroking, but included at least an orgasm for each of us. We had a very brief discussion about whether or not "fucking" in every room should include her getting a load of cum in every orifice in each room and decided that was taking things too far. To date that's only happened in my bedroom, her bedroom and the kitchen. (the living room is only one load of cum up her ass away)



Mostly settled we got use to our work days and how we worked around each other. We had scheduled our lunches together when we could and each of us had been under the other's desk. I took a great deal of naughty pleasure in listening to her attempt to hold a work conversation on the phone as I tongue fucked her sweet pussy. We had enjoyed more than one evening naked in the hot tub on the deck -- and didn't have to worry about neighbors seeing thanks to the land. Thank goodness the filter system on the hot tub works well. Neither of us minds a mess but we'd prefer not to have cum floating in the water when we first get in.



It was surprising how much our lives could change in ninety days. Between the hot tub, exercise room, sauna and our sexual activity we'd both managed to lose a few pounds and increase our stamina. Because we enjoyed being naked so much together our non-work hours were always fun. Sex had become our favorite -- although not only -- hobby. We made a few friends in town and explored our property. When summer rolled around I knew we'd end up "blessing" various parts of the property. There was a small river that ran through one corner and we'd already discussed building a small cabin down near it for weekend "camping" trips. I knew she'd end up getting a load in every orifice in the cabin -- and quite possibly several on the banks of the river.



We both enjoyed the camera and took plenty of pictures of each other in various states of dress -- or undress. My lover proved to be quite the shameless show off for the camera and I have more than one picture of her offering herself for sex with that look in her eye that says, "Put the camera down fast and get over here."



Naturally we had discussed our past sex lives, our current sex life and our future sex life. We both had fantasies we wanted to explore but I discovered something about Danielle: although she was quite open in bed (or other places) with me, she wasn't just open with anyone. She considered herself "limitedly sexually liberated". She'd suck a load of cum down hungrily. She loved anal sex. She'd fuck in any position we could get in that got my cock into her pussy. But she had never considered taking another sex partner, or having more than one man at a time, or exploring with another woman. Obviously these were things she'd thought about -- and confessed that she had curiosities about -- but didn't think she'd actually explore them.



That led us into a conversation about the nature of our relationship. We readily recognized that we weren't in love. We certainly cared about each other and we were thoroughly enjoyed our new lifestyle together -- but we had no plans to get married. We planned on growing old -- or older -- together, but the main reason we'd chosen this lifestyle was because of our sexual dissatisfaction with our previous partners. With that identified as our main motivation, the next question became: how much sexual curiosity did we want to explore? Which led us to discuss how much sexual freedom each of us had.



For my part I didn't feel it was my place to restrict Danielle to having sex just with me. My attitude was that it should be up to her. We weren't engaged. We weren't married. The level of our commitment was entirely negotiable in my mind. In fact, since we were in our current relationship due to the sexual dissatisfaction of our previous relationships I felt it was in our mutual best interest to use our newfound sexual freedom to explore as much as we wanted. Danielle seemed surprised by how open minded and non-possessive I was, but agreed with my outlook. Further conversation revealed my long standing fantasy of seeing my partner getting thoroughly fucked by another man (or men) and she admitted that watching me wear out another woman's pussy would probably turn her on. We talked further and decided that while we shouldn't go out of our way to seek and set up such events, if the opportunities presented themselves then we shouldn't deny ourselves either. The conversation had excited both of us and we ended up engaged in more energetic intercourse. Since we had been talking on the sofa, she ended up on her knees on the sofa, her top half hanging onto the back for dear life as I held her hips and gave it to her doggy style as best I could.



Life continued on. Spring rolled into summer. We built the small cabin down by the river -- and blessed it. In our first weekend there Danielle took two loads of cum from me into her pussy, one down her throat, and one into her ass. For my part I brought her to multiple orgasms eating her on the river bank and fucking her on the small deck of the cabin. In fact, every time we had sex I managed to make her cum at least once so I never felt guilty about "using" her body for my pleasure -- and use it I did. She wasn't complaining.



When fall rolled around Danielle suggested we should take a class at the local community college together. The class was titled "Human Sexuality and Its Artificial Limitations". Sounded like an opportunity to get my lover horny two nights a week -- without even trying hard -- so I agreed. Classes were Tuesday and Thursday evening. I was looking forward to the first class with some level of excitement and curiosity. I was also expecting that, with both of us in our 50s, we'd be the "oldies" in the classroom full of college age kids.



We were quite surprised when we showed up for the first night of class and the room was filled with about forty people who appeared to be aged between 20 and 50. There appeared to be a few other couples but the class seemed to be populated mostly by guys who were either single or at least there without their significant other. The professor, Jeff Halbrecht (fictional name), was a mid-forties well built guy with a stylish haircut and wearing comfortable clothes. He didn't look uptight -- which was probably a good thing given the course topic.



Through the first course Professor Halbrecht explained what the course was about; what the course objectives were; and how important he believed unbridled response to sexual desire was to a healthy life. He further explained that the course would involve explicit conversation about sexual activities and, if possible, would involve demonstrations of various sexual activities between consenting adults. To that end, he requested a female participant in the class to volunteer for demonstrations and he was quite clear about the fact that none of the males in the class -- unless it was the female's regular sexual partner -- would be participating in the demonstrations. This was NOT a class where he would help the men have sex with the women. However, if a woman wanted to volunteer to be a demonstration "subject" he'd accept the woman's regular sexual partner as the male demonstration participant. If the woman didn't have a regular sexual partner or didn't want her partner involved, then Professor Halbrecht had access to several male demonstrators who would be used as teaching assistants. When class was dismissed the professor said he'd like to hear from any interested female student on Wednesday so that our first demonstration could take place as scheduled Thursday evening.



During our drive home Danielle and I discussed the course objectives and topics and whether or not the Professor would find a likely female candidate to act as a demonstration subject. I noticed a glint in my lover's eyes and had to ask, "What did I miss?" I was and wasn't surprised by her answer.



"I'd volunteer to be his demonstration subject," Danielle said with a devilish smile, "if I thought you'd be okay with it." I had to think about that for a moment before I said anything. How WOULD I feel about seeing Danielle participating in various sexual acts with strange men in front of the classroom full of others? The growing erection in my jeans gave away my answer: if she was comfortable with it then I certainly should be since the very idea of it was turning me on.



"Well," I said carefully and as seriously as I could, "If you like the idea of it then I support you in it."



Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes opened wide in surprise. "You'd really let me get naked in that class and have sex with strangers in front of everyone?"



"It's not a matter of 'let you'," I said. "It's a matter of supporting you in your desires and helping you to expand your sexual horizons as best I can," I answered. "If you really want to volunteer to be a demonstration subject for sexual activities for the course, then I don't see where it's my place to say anything against that." I had to smile before I said anything more. "And truth be told, the idea of you getting fucked hard in front of everyone in class turns me on."



"What if you're not the one doing the fucking?" she asked seriously. It was obvious that she was worried about whether or not I'd be jealous and how possessive I'd be. We were walking up on a line that, once crossed, we couldn't come back across. There was a real potential that this adventure would screw up the relationship we'd developed and neither of us wanted to risk it unnecessarily or lightly.



"You're not my possession," I answered carefully. "You're mine only as much as you want to be. There is no restrictive commitment in our relationship. No matter what you do or don't do in that classroom I know who's driving you home and where you live." I met her eyes for as long as I could safely while driving. "I know what our friendship means to us both and how much we care about each other. I know how much we have and will enjoy our sexual relationship. If you can have experiences that only help you enjoy sex more, then I'd be a fool to stand in the way of that."



She sat quietly for a few moments digesting what I'd said. "Okay," she said finally. "I'll think about it and make a decision by tomorrow morning. If you're okay with it I think it's something I might find fun to try." The rest of our ride home was quiet. My cock was raging in my pants at the idea of her naked in front of the class, having sex or performing certain sex acts at the command of Professor Halbrecht. I thought about all the guys in the class that were there without partners. I thought about how young some of them were and smiled to myself thinking about how much Danielle would enjoy having sex with them... singly or in groups. I knew her. I knew she had a voracious sexual appetite that she'd kept bottled up throughout her marriage -- that she no longer had to keep bottled. I wondered how far she'd let herself go.



When we got to the house Danielle sat in the car for a few moments. I had opened her door for her and she just sat there. She had a faraway look in her eyes as she stared through the windshield at the house -- not seeing it, but seeing something far past it - or not there at all as she saw what was in her mind. Without saying a word she turned in her seat and put her feet out of the car. I started to step back but was stopped by her fingers catching the pocket of my jeans and pulling me closer. I looked down at her face smiling up at me as her hands unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them. She wiggled them down over my hips, taking my underwear with them, pulling both to my ankles and leaving me exposed in the driveway. I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing but it was still light out and it felt naughty to be there like that.



Without a word she grasped my erection, licked the precum from the swollen knob of my cockhead and then began giving a slow gentle blowjob. It was heavenly. Her mouth was always so warm, wet and hungry. Eventually she put both hands on my hips and pulled me forward, pushing her head down onto my length and forcing my cock into her throat. I groaned in the pleasure of it and groaned again as she ground her face down on my cock. Danielle kept up this kind of action until she brought me right to the edge of cumming... and then she backed off. Looking up at me as she stroked my spit-slick cock with her hand she said, "I want you to cum all over my face, baby. I want to feel your cock spraying me with your juice." Without another word she put my length back into her mouth and started fucking her own face with it again.



When I got close I managed to moan out a warning and, as my orgasm took hold, Danielle popped off and began stroking my cock. She aimed it right at her face and closed her eyes. The first stream of jism landed across her nose and left cheek. The second hit her in the forehead and the rope of cum hung thickly down across her right eyebrow, eye and cheek. The follow on spurts hit her face in various spots with one landing squarely between her open lips. I saw it splatter on her tongue and hang across her lower teeth, across her bottom lip and down her chin.



When my climax had passed her stroking slowed and my breathing began to return to normal. I realized that in the time we'd been living together I hadn't before cum on her face. She'd never asked for it. I'd never thought to do it. I'd cum on her pussy... belly... tits... ass... into her every orifice. I'd never cum on her face. I had to ask. "What brought that on?"



Before answering she used her fingers to clear her eyelids of cum and only then opened her eyes. "I don't know," she smiled up at me, going back to gently stroking my almost limp cock. "I just felt like I wanted that and therefore should get it."



As the final minor spasms of my orgasm made my dick twitch I said, "I agree with you. Anytime you want something sexual I think you should get it."



I pulled my pants back up and buttoned the button so that they'd stay up. Danielle stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her. Together we walked up and into the house with my cum congealing on her face. She didn't wipe any of it away. She didn't seem to notice it much at all. Inside she asked me to get the camera to take some pictures. I did.



She had me take pictures of her face with my cum smeared on it. Then she had me take pictures as she used her fingers to collect the cum, either scooping it into her mouth or collecting it on her fingers and then licking/sucking them clean. When she had all the cum off her face -- with the spots where it had smeared still glistening -- she had gathered all of it in her mouth. She opened her mouth and had me take a picture of the cum on her tongue. Then she smile, closed her mouth and swallowed. Afterward she opened her mouth and had me take a picture showing that she'd swallowed it all.



At breakfast the next morning she told me what her decision was about the class. I wasn't really surprised but I did wonder if she was sure about her decision. I didn't want her to live -- or die -- with any regrets. I guess we'd have to see. The next class was, after all, just a day away. 

