THE SMALL MAN

Chapter 3

Although I was sure that I'd never sleep a wink that night, I must have dozed off at some point.

I awakened to a horrible, wrenching pain in my groin, and as soon as I was more that semi-conscious, I realized that Sharon's hand was between my legs, squeezing my balls with all her might and grinding them together.  My gasp of pain must have told her I was fully awake, and she chuckled softly.

She said, "Wakey, wakey, lover.  I was afraid you were never going to wake up, so I had to use my special alarm clock."  Again she laughed, and I felt the immediate flood of relief that came when she released her grip on my testicles.

She continued, "I've been lying here for a long time, just looking at you and thinking how much I love you.  I was also thinking how much I need you right now, so you'd better be good and ready."  By the time the last word was out of her mouth, she was already on her knees beside me.  When she swung one leg over my head, there was no doubt in my mind just what her "need" was at that particular time.  I had been our practice for quite awhile for her to give me a wake-up drink before we ever got out of bed in the morning, and that proved to be the case right then.

As her flow came to an end, and I finished licking her clean, she moved slightly forward.  That she was feeling at least some arousal was evidenced by the hardness of her clitoris, and as her final words of the night before flashed through my brain, it was almost more than I could do to continue to breathe.  Her intentions were crystal clear when she settled in place, then asked softly, "Hungry?" 

I was unable to speak of course, but I did attempt to nod my head.  Whether or not she needed my assent was a moot point right then, for with no hesitation she ordered, "Bite the string.  You know what to do."

I did indeed, and closed my teeth around the string, then jammed my tongue against it to hold it in place.  She immediately lifted up a couple of inches, then told me to open my mouth.  As soon as she felt me do that, she moved even higher before looking down at me in the soft morning light.  She asked softly, "Do you see it?"  At my nod, she asked again, "Do you want it?  You have to tell me what you want, honey.  I can't read your mind, you know."

I struggled with my throat and mouth, finally forcing them to croak out, "Please!  I want it so much!  I've always wanted it!  Please let me have it!  Please!"

As she lowered herself to me, she hissed, "Then take it, you little pervert!  Suck it out of me!"  As soon as her treasure touched my open lips, I closed them around my prize, then exerted every ounce of suction I could bring to bear.  It popped loose from its former home, and lay waiting on my tongue.  My lips seemed to close of their own accord, and I lay there in stunned silence, savoring the overwhelming essence of her womanhood that flooded my mouth.

Again Sharon lifted her body from my face, this time moving down far enough so she could sit lightly on my laboring chest.  She placed her fingers on my chin, saying, "Open your damned toilet hole!  I want to see it!"

It took a great deal of concentration to make my mouth open once again, almost as if I were afraid that she'd snatch my hard-won trophy and escape with it.  That was evidently not her intent, though, for all she did was stare intently for several seconds, then hiss, "God, that's disgusting!  You're the biggest damn pervert in the whole world, aren't you?"  As I watched in fascination, her breathing became almost as ragged as my own, and her magnificent nipples hardened so much I feared they had turned to stone.

At last she moved her hand under my chin, exerting a slight force upward as she whispered, "Close your toilet hole.  Eat it.  You said you wanted to eat it, so do it!"

My lips snapped closed before she had a chance to change her mind.  With no hesitation, my teeth begin to chew my prize, and once again her essence flooded through my mouth.  Again and again I chewed, reveling in the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me, and almost disappointed when I could feel my throat begin to do its part.

Her hand dropped to my neck, and her fingers rested lightly there.  As she felt my throat working, she said softly, "Oh, God!  You're eating it, aren't you?  You really are nothing but a fucking pervert, aren't you?"  I couldn't have agreed more, even if my brain had been working sufficiently to allow me to give some thought to her words.  My whole world was centered on the wonderful thing she'd allowed me to take from her, and the wonderful sensations I felt as I chewed and swallowed again and again.

At last there were no remaining traces of my prize, and my teeth and throat ceased their frantic movements.  Again Sharon put her fingers on my chin, saying sharply, "Open your toilet hole!  Let me see!"  Mindlessly I complied, and then when she told me to move my tongue out of the way so she could be sure I wasn't hiding what she had given me, I also did that without any conscious thought.

She said breathlessly, "Oh, God!  You're really ate it, didn't you?  You're the most disgusting pervert in the whole world!"  She then moved back to her rightful place on my mouth, all the while continuing, "Get the rest of it, damn you!  There's more for you in there!  Suck it out of me!  Hurry!  Do it!"

That she was close to cumming was very evident, and became even more so when, as my mouth followed her orders, her head snapped back and her beautiful breasts arched forward.  She hissed, "Oh, God!  That feels so good!  Eat all of it, you fucking pervert!  Oh, God!  Oh, Jesus . . . H. . . . Chrisssttt!"

Again I struggled to stay conscious as her thighs did their level best to crush my skull, and her treasure pressed tightly against my face.  It was only when, after what seemed an eternity, she at last relaxed somewhat that I was able to gasp for air before the blackness took me.

She sat there for a long time, leaning forward on her outstretched arms.  She seemed to melt in place, and I could feel her muscles relax and her skin become as soft as silk.  Finally she almost collapsed beside me, then lay there gasping for breath for several seconds.  At last her breathing evened, and she opened her eyes and looked at my face.  She said softly, "You're really a mess, honey.  Why don't you go clean up and then get my breakfast ready.  Not everybody can lounge around in bed all day, you know."

I was finally able to get my body to sit up and swing its legs over the side of the bed.  As I struggled to stand, she swatted my behind, then said, "I love you, sweetheart.  You're the best husband in the whole world."  My own throat was still incapable of forming words, although it was able to do its part after I cleared it a couple of times.  I looked down at the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, then told her how much I loved her. 

My feet finally were able to obey her orders, and I walked toward the door.  Behind me, I heard her say faintly, "You're good now, but you'll be better before much longer."  I had no reply to that, and continued to make my way to the bathroom, and prepare for the rest of the day.
__________________

Our private lives continued in much that same manner for the next three months.  Sharon continued to use my mouth to relieve herself, as she'd been doing for several years.  For the majority of the month, our lovemaking was very much the same as it always had been, which meant that I would stimulate her orally, and when she was feeling good, she'd allow me to give her an orgasm.  That was always a supremely satisfying time for me, because it meant that I was doing my job as her husband, and she was finding her pleasure in me.  I particularly looked forward to the two occasions during the month when she would allow me to penetrate her, because those were the only times I was allowed to cum.  She always told me that she wanted me to stay "nice and horny" for her, and believe me, I did.  She also said that she was training me for the time when I'd no longer be able to cum at all, and my perverted nature somehow found that even more exciting.

During those five or six days at the end of each month, things changed dramatically.  Sharon became much more aggressive, and would never hesitate to order me to please her however she wanted.  Our foreplay always ended with her ordering me to "suck it out and eat it," which I was eager to do.  It seemed that more and more, that part of our lovemaking became the most exciting part for us.  I loved it above all things, and Sharon seemed to share that feeling with me. 
__________________

As spring wound down toward summer, Sharon announced that she would be returning to "her" village in South America in a few weeks.  She said that she wanted to visit there when it would be cooler, since her last visit had come when that area was in high summer, and the heat had been almost unbearable.  She also told me that I was going to accompany her, and that invitation made my heart soar.  I had been dreading the time alone, but now it looked as if I would be in her company after all.

She actually became even more aggressive during the days preceding our trip, which I found very exciting.  It seemed that I had become addicted to being given orders, and I loved doing whatever was required to please her.  It pleased me that she was happy with the way I obeyed her, and my heart glowed whenever she would praise me, and tell me what a good husband I was. 

She began adding a further line to that about three weeks before our departure, telling me that before much longer I'd be an even better husband, and we would be closer than ever before.  Although I had no idea what she meant, just the thought of being closer to such a lovely creature made my heart beat like a trip hammer.  I knew that whatever she required of me I would do unquestioningly, and just hoped that it would happen sooner rather than later.
__________________

We left our home in early July, beginning the journey to that special village in South America.  It would be there that our lives would be changed forever.

Continued in Chapter 4.