Marking her territory (m/f) | 2016

This is a little long but worth it. Part 2 (below) is the payoff.

Becka was the kind you bring home to momma. We worked together. We’re in our mid 20’s. But I haven’t dated anyone this timid physically since High School. She brought out the perfect old fashioned gentleman in me.

She short, petite with long curly natural red hair and very pale skin with just enough freckles to let you know she’s a real deal Celt. I have literally seen women slap their husbands for staring at her ass. Everything is in perfect proportion. The perfect redhead.

Problem: She previously had a boyfriend her fundamentalist nut job family was crazy about. He’s a real scumbag but his family goes to the right church and there’s a lot of family/social pressure on her to dump me and get back with the Righteous Redneck.

This tension goes on for a while. One day we are at Wally World buying whatever. She spots Bocephus. He is stumbling drunk at 2pm and hanging on to, and swapping spit with, the absolute skankiest piece of meth head trash I’ve ever seen in daylight. He spots us and decided to chat us up. He can’t decide whether to flirt with Becka or embarrass her by groping the walking disease vector he’s with. So he does both. I almost felt sorry for the silly bastard.

Becka wants to leave. NOW. I ‘m still thinking about a display of chivalry involving his face and my fist but she dragged me to my car.

Then I get the whole good girl confessional. Apparently there had been some intimacies, and she’s expecting me to go full on “repent ye whore of Babylon” on her. I pretty much say “It’s cool. We’re together now, and I’m not judging you.”

“I want to go back to your place.” She said. She didn’t talk much after that. She leads me into my apartment and pulls me towards the bedroom. “Sit down.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “I want to make sure you know I’m with you now.”

She kneeled down in front of me and starts fumbling with my zipper. I start to say something about “Are you sure you want to….” And she tells me to shut up. At this point I know I’m along for the ride.

She takes my cock in her small pale hands and begins to stroke it, exploring it. She starts to lick tentatively, like she is tasting something new and foreign. Within a minute or so she is alternating between attempting to deep throat me and playfully swiping at the underside of my wood with her tongue. Most BJ’s are about either the tease or the climax, this was about releasing all of her inhibitions and hang-ups in one astonishing moment of fellatio. I was just honored to be there.

I got my voice back and started offering little suggestions. She followed them all with unmatched dedication. Her technique went from naïve exuberance to porn star over the next 10 minutes.

As much as I was enjoying the attention I finally had to cum. I warned her and she just said “mmmh hmmm” and kept workin’ it. I came harder than I thought possible. She is a little surprised but dosen’t pull off and lets me finish.

We curl up on the bed and cuddle and rest. Nobody says much. I play with her beautiful hair. She starts to apologize for her initial fumbling, for her awkwardness, for Boecphus. It’s my turn to tell her to be quiet. I hug her tighter.

A few minutes later she says “I think I can do better than that, want another one?”

So I lay flat on the bed and she slides down to my midsection and proceeds to show she is a fast learner. I look down and see this glorious vision of red hair surrounding my cock. I reach down and pull her hair back away from her face just so I can see her beautiful mouth on my shaft. I’m fairly long- over 7 in- but narrow and it almost feels like we were made for each other. She’s developed a rhythm now that involves the perfect orchestration of sucking, friction, tongue play and her tiny wonderful hands. I came pretty quickly the 2nd time. But I knew that cock was hers. She had marked her territory.

Part 2

Fast forward to this morning, early, still dark outside. I’m half asleep in bed replaying that memory. Morning wood ensues. I fidget a little to adjust myself. I hear Becka mumble “Wait for me, ok?” in her sleep and roll over. I start to say something. Little miss grumpy tells me to be quiet and let her sleep. O.k., so I guess I just cock blocked myself. Brilliant. I get up, shower, do the morning thing with the kids. Bring coffee. Snow day. Have to reschedule carpooling. Park the little heathens in front of Spongebob and go back to the bedroom to get ready for work. She’s in front of the bathroom mirror bitching about her supervisor. Just another day in suburban paradise. I lay back down on the bed to see if I can absorb more sleep from the pillow. Dosen’t work.

“I thought you’d have the lube out by now.” She’s back, this time without the mommy jammies on. She’s still my beautiful Celtic princess. “Let’s go, I’ve got stuff to do.” She hops up on the bed, spreads her firm thighs and pulls me on top of her. I make a few attempts at playfulness but she wraps her legs around me to let me know she isn’t there to feel my aura, she’s there to get down. I came first, I know, bad manners. So I slide down and begin working her clit while running the fingers of my other hand through her red bush. She begins a series of small climaxes culminating in the most beautiful creampie in creation. She notices that I’m fixated on her perfect ginger pussy.

“Is the cum falling out?”

“Yes, and I love it.” I say as I clean her up. She laughs and thinks I’m weird. But she always thinks I’m weird. So now I’m at work typing this up because after nearly 18 years together and married almost that long, she still knows how to mark her territory.