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Should My Forehead Smell like Ball Sweat

This is the first time I’ve written something in over two years, so be gentle. Any and all comments will be vastly appreciated. Even if you want to say something nasty.

This is something I so rarely see in porn nowadays outside of lesbian stuff that I relish what little attention it gets. Added male on futa and happily married couple sex because that’s what I do.

Should my Forehead Smell like Ball Sweat

Male on futa, Cunnilingus, fellatio, 2000 or so words

As cliched and corny as it sounds, my wife was sleeping like an angel. If I knew any better way to describe the sight before me, I would have done so if I had the talent. In the morning sunlight, she stirred slightly, likely making even more of a mess of her shoulder-length red hair. The stereotypical wife would have awake at 7 in the morning and would have been making breakfast for her husband, but my 30 year old wife enjoyed her beauty sleep.

I, almost no different than I was when we met almost twenty years ago, had that desire to tease her. Like any time a young boy teases a girl, it was simultaneously a sadistic and affectionate gesture to flip a skirt, pinch her butt or pull her hair.

That embarrassed or mad reaction she would rarely show anyone else or the opportunity to touch her where other boys couldn’t gave me a thrill. It was the crudest, most boyish way to show interest.

Despite needing to leave for work in the next 15 minutes, I pulled up the thin sheets at the foot of the bed that covered her and slipped underneath. Positioning myself between her knees, I moved my hand up back and forth up her calves trying to coax a reaction from her. Midday jogging around the neighborhood gave her nice tone, and she would joke that my caresses gave it a smooth shape and finish.

I planted a kiss on her right leg, just a bit below the knee, then another slightly up her leg. When her leg started to shift, I stopped my planned line of kisses up her thigh and held my breath. Was the jig up?

With a sleepy moan, my wife’s legs spread open wider. She was always something of a bed hog, and often seemed to sleep with all her legs outstretched like a sea star, as if she were intent on taking up as much physical space as possible. In more than a few instances, her legs would be hung over me, having apparently turned sideways in the bed over the night. (Not that I complained.)

With the goal in sight, I crawled up between her legs under the white sheet. Again I laid a kiss on her leg, but was deep between her thighs, her soft, white flesh gracing my lips. Less than an inch to the right was the thin layer of cloth that hid the prize, my hand was the first to risk the consequences and tease it. Three fingertips carefully stroked up and down flesh beneath the cloth.

The outline of her panties was different than other women. She had told me after I found out that she was unsure what she would say when she was ready to make love with me for the first time. She didn’t know if she was going to cry, torn between the desire to be with me and the fear of the horrible reaction that I may have. An idea entirely laughable now, but entirely plausible to her in her most cynical and wrong of views of the world long ago. Alternatively, she wanted to be confident and demand that I not treat her just like any other girl and ignore part of her that weren’t like any other girl, but cherish every part of her if I wanted to be with her. However, I saved her from that dilemma while plunging into her into a worse one by childishly flipping her skirt one night.

When it came down to it, I wasn’t bothered then, and I still aren’t bothered now. My fingers teased her pussy, cock and balls all at the same time through her panties.

Morning wood had affected her in no way different than any man, and it was no long until a half-hearted chubby had become a full and thick six inches, throbbing and demanding attention.

With such a tempting target in front of me, yearning for more of my ministrations as it pushed up against the pink cotton undergarment, I smiled devilishly. I had other things in mind.

My fingers stopped stroking and fingertips curled under the edge of her panties,freeing her privates from underneath the confining panties. Yet instead of grasping a hold of her turgid member, my hand went underneath her balls and lifted them. I squirmed forward, close enough that her balls rest on my forehead and my lips were close enough to kiss her lower lips. I parted her lips with her fingers as I parted my own and my tongue started to flick back and forth.

There was another moan from my wife, but it sounded less like one made as she turned or as if she was dreaming, but an encouraging, erotic one. She had made similar moans the first time we made love, as I timidly plunged myself into her for the first time. Our faces were only inches apart at the time, her blushing reaction then was my personal favorite of all the reactions I had coaxed out of her over the years.

Broad, slow strokes were first as I enjoyed eating out my dozing wife. It was yet another tease to build up her anticipation until the main event. Unlike her dick, it took a bit more effort to get the best reactions from her pussy. Ever the tease, but also ever indulgent to my wife, I allowed my tongue to probe a bit into her pussy, pushing into the fold and tasting her.

“Ahh, Tom…” A voice broke through the morning silence. My wife had spoken. From underneath the sheets, I could not tell if she was awoken by me and my teasing or if she talking in her dream. Nor could I tell if she was talking about me or Tom Selleck, her most random of celebrity crushes.

I withdrew my tongue from within her, silent and holding my breath. For some reason, even though she was my wife and we did have sex, I tried to remain hidden. There was no fun in a prank if the pranked caught you halfway through setting it up.

“Don’t stop, please…” She spoke again. It was less likely that this was her talking in her sleep as her balls started to softly move and bounce atop my forehead. She had started to masturbate.

I shrugged off this new development and continued unabated. I had started eating out my wife on a whim, and I wasn’t going to stop just because she happened to wake up. Slightly less fun, but still something I wanted to do. My tongue strayed from inside her, and went up toward her clit. It was annoyingly much harder to find and please than her cock, but that made it more satisfying in a way. The tip of my tongue circled around the nub, trying to maintain a slow rhythm like a sensual R&B song.

Her legs closed around me, wrapping her legs around my back. If the shirt she ironed last night wasn’t a wrinkled mess from crawling under her sheets, her shifting legs would only make it even worse. “Just like that.” She had tried to speak, but it evolved into a moan by the last word.

My finger snuck it’s way into her pussy, probing where my tongue had before. The warmth from within her was welcome, but even more welcome was the first squelching sound from as my finger plunged in and out of her. My finger was getting wet as she was. I smiled as my tongue started to quicken the pace, increasing the tempo.

“Just like that. K-keep working right at that spot…” Just as my pace had started to increase, the bouncing of sack against my head started to increase, along with her breaths.

My finger twisted within her, the fingernail pointing downward as I curled my fingertip up, spreading her walls inside and teasing her insides. The squeaking reaction I got from her was enjoyable, so I did it again. The second squeak piqued a sadistic instinct, so I pulled back a hair, taking a breath and waited.

“Why’d you stop licking me?” My wife finally sat up and tossed the sheet aside, exposing me to the morning light.

I looked up at her, seeing her blue eyes for the first time today, although half obscured by her cock and hand, which she continued to stroke. “Maybe” I said with a grin, the juices from her pussy probably glistening in the light “I don’t feel like doing it anymore.” My eyes glanced toward the alarm clock. “I am running late.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Her free hand took hold of my hair and pressed my face betwixt her legs. “Get back to work. You’re not getting me all worked up like this without finishing the job.”

I tried to say something along the lines of how she was a terrible boss, but I didn’t mind this enough to do so. My teasing , I returned to licking. I returned to broad strokes, running from just above my finger in her inside of her and up, beyond her pussy and up to her sack. Her hand holding my hair didn’t resist as I left her pussy. She had started to purr as I gently played with a ball with my tongue, but didn’t dally on my continued upward trip.

As I reached the base of her cock, her masturbating hand stopped and went to bracing herself as she leaned back. “Tom, don’t tease me now. I don’t need any more teasing, I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”

Precum had been dripping from the tip of her cock and what had been spread all over her cock with her earlier masturbation I licked up with my meandering tongue. The moments it took me to reach the tip of her cock must have been agonizingly slow to her, her cock head was swollen red and twitching.

I gave the tip of her cock a kiss, almost no different than a child would kiss another. “I love you Karen, I love your cock, but I’m feel like making you do the   trick today.” With a whimper from her, but no resistance from her hand on my  head, I returned to her pussy, having against brushed her balls up with my hand for them to rest on my forehead.

“Goddammit Tom.” She was irritated, but also knew that ‘the trick’ was not necessarily running off and leaving her with blue balls. “You cock tease.”

Just as she was close with her cock, her pussy was not farther behind either. I withdrew my finger from inside her, and slipped three in this time. She was hungrily taking them., making wonderful noise as my fingers were pulling, pushing and prodding around within her. With practiced skill, my tongue found her clit again and started to tease it again with a fast rhythm not unlike an improvisational jazz number.

The squirming of Karen’s legs against my back increased in intensity, the calves I admired earlier massaging my back and untucking my shirt. My wife was whining and moaning in the same panting breaths. “It-it’s coming Tom!”

Leaving my fingers to do the work, I propped myself up with my elbow, getting a nice view of the result of my morning efforts.

My beautiful wife’s back arched in the morning sunlight as she came. She was biting her lip, just a bit. Her face was red, and just a hint of tears in her eyes as she was closing them tightly. Karen’s dick twitched as it laid flat against her stomach shooting a load of cum onto her from just my playing with her pussy (I referred to this as ‘the trick’). My wife’s pussy was in the throes of orgasm as I pulled my fingers from within her,

With what I’m now considering to possibly be a regular morning time-waster complete, I sat up on the foot of the bed, my wife’s legs finally releasing me. Picking up her back  and puling her close to me as she was enjoying the afterglow, I kissed her. “Good morning honey.”

“Hey.” My wife replied, her eyes still closed, her voice confirming she was still in a daze, either from post-orgasm or just waking up, Unsure.

“How does it taste?“ That annoying little ten-year old brat side of me came out. Surely I had a smarmy grin on my face.

Karen groaned. "Go to work. You’re late.” She then muttered much more softly. “You wonderful asshole. Let me go back to sleep.”

I let her down gently back on the bed and did as she asked. I was super late, and could hope that the coffee at work would hide the smell of pussy from my breath. But if someone should happen to think my forehead smelled like ball sweat, I’ll just tell them that I love my wife.

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It’s Valentine’s Day, so why not sit down and read something romantic, cute and lewd?

I commissioned Bishie Bunny (Furaffinty) a long-time friend (and porn writing senpai) to write a prequel to Harpy Honeymoon & Harpy Happiness, a ‘How did they meet’ romance and do a little more fleshing out of the relationship and world.

Taking place during their college years (5-6 years before Harpy Honeymoon), Garret and Rae meet on a blind date set up by their mothers on a ‘Date my Son/Daughter’ website. An innocent request by mild-mannered Garret leads to her taking flight and them both finding themselves in the other’s eyes. There’s sweet, there’s spice and some good old fashioned equal opportunity fucking.

Bishie is an excellent writer, so take some time and take a dip into some top-tier romance and futa sexings.

He broke it up into essentially two sections. If you want to just get to the fucking (I still recommend the romance), you can read it on his Furaffinity here.

Originally posted at Unlimited Baron Works

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