Passion Relapse

by Jack Fisher

  “Now, I want you to get on your knees, undo my pants and give me a blow job,” he said assertively.

  “Still keeping it nice and simple, eh?” Mary said.

  “I wasn’t finished. While you’re sucking my dick, I want you to finger your pussy until you come. See if you can get off before me.”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “It can be,” he said, “or you can just look at it as more incentive.”

  This man knew how to encourage a girl, likely a byproduct of motivating himself to be better. Mary didn’t complain.

  With a seductive smile, Mary went to work. The music was still playing, so she kept moving a bit, still treating it like a lap dance. She swayed her hips and torso, slithering her way down his body and trailing her hands down his chest. Peter leaned back on the couch, giving Mary room to work. Through the erotic movements, she slipped deeper into that sexy state of mind that she had avoided for over a year.

  By the time she reached the floor, she was in the perfect mood for the task before her. Now on her knees between Peter’s thighs, Mary had an up-close view of the bulge in his pants.

  With no desire to make him wait longer than necessary, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Once loosened, Peter lifted his hips slightly so Mary could get the items off. She reached for the sides and gave a hard tug, pulling his jeans and boxers down to his knees to free his erect penis.

  “Thanks. Those were getting uncomfortable,” Peter said.

  “I’ll say. You’ve been holding out on me, Peter. You’re also quite endowed,” Mary said as she admired his erect cock.

  “I’d say you’re just being polite, but you’re not the first woman to point that out.”

  “Then you know I’m being honest, so believe me when I say I’ll give you the best blow job I’ve ever given.”

  Those were bold words from an admitted sex addict who had been giving blow jobs since high school. Mary doubted she had been the only woman who’d made Peter such a promise, but none of those women had been in a situation like this. It only motivated her.

  “I’ll hold you to that, Mary,” Peter said with a grin. “Now, start sucking. Prove to me that you can keep your promise.”

  With focused determination, Mary went to work on Peter’s cock. She used both hands at first, grasping the base of his shaft with one while fondling his balls with the other. He tensed under her grip, an instinctive reaction to a skilled touch. Then she gave his hard length a few good strokes to get more blood flowing. His cock throbbed in her hand, aching for more. She didn’t wait for him to urge her.

  She started by giving the head a messy kiss. Then she used her tongue to lick around the sensitive glans while continuing to massage his balls. His member throbbed even more. When she sensed he couldn’t get any harder, Mary took the plunge, fully engulfing as much of him as her mouth would allow.

  “Damn, Mary!” gasped Peter. “You’re…you’re good at this!”

  Mary barely heard his praise. She was too focused on making this the best oral sex she had ever given. She went on by licking and sucking along his rigid penis. His endowment tested her gag reflex and her jaw muscles, but Mary made it a point to push herself. Slipping deeper into a sexual daze, she established a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down his member while slithering her tongue along his length.

  “Ooh, that’s it! Just like that! Use your tongue…just like that!” Peter said through labored breaths.

  Mary opened her eyes to look up and see the blissful look on his face. She usually kept her eyes closed during oral sex. There was something satisfying about seeing a man she had genuine feelings for look so content. It only added to her motivation.

  “Don’t…don’t forget…to touch yourself. Remember?” he managed to say.

  His words forced Mary to intensify her focus. In her desire to make good on her promise, she’d forgotten about the other part of Peter’s request. His not-so-subtle reminder triggered some overdue instincts.

  Mary reached between her thighs and began touching herself. She wasn’t gentle, either. She skipped the usual steps, plunging two fingers into the folds of her dripping vagina while using her thumb to massage her clit.

  She’d managed to get pretty hot while giving Peter his lap dance, but she needed to fuel the growing feeling. He’d dared her to give herself an orgasm before he got his. Being a competitive person by nature, Mary had every intention of meeting that challenge.

  Before long, she began fondling herself with the same rhythm as her oral teasing. Every time Mary plunged her lips down Peter’s cock, she jammed her fingers into her pussy. It created a perfect feedback loop, sending shots of pleasure through her body as she did the same to Peter. Soon, they were both moaning in contentment, so much so that it drowned out the music still playing on his phone. At that point, he reached over and turned it off so there were no more distractions.

  Now, the only noises that could be heard were Peter’s deep grunts and Mary’s sucking. They were familiar sounds and feelings. Mary had experienced them many times before, but not like this.

  “Mary…do it harder! Suck me… harder! ” urged Peter.

  Mary complied. She slid her lips and tongue along his erect cock at a faster pace, adding more pressure to each movement. At the same time, Mary pumped her fingers into her vagina even faster. The escalating desire added a sense of urgency, if not outright desperation, in her pursuit of this growing feeling of intimacy.

  The result was a rapid escalation of sensations. Mary felt it in the growing wetness that soaked her pussy. Her muscles began throbbing around her hand. She was getting close to an orgasm and it had happened much quicker than she’d expected.

  “Mmm!” moaned Mary in a way that communicated her desires.

  “Yeah…you want it, too. I can tell that you need it,” Peter said through panting breaths.

  Peter grabbed onto her head. Once he had a firm grip, he guided her up and down the length of his penis, establishing a more fervent rhythm. He also ran his fingers through her hair and lightly jerked his hips upward, adding more intensity to her ministrations. Mary adjusted herself accordingly, pushing her skills even further.

  “Oh yeah! That’s how I want it,” Peter said. “I…I’m getting close. Just a little…bit more.”

  Mary looked up at him again briefly and saw his expression. It wouldn’t be long now. However, he was already too far behind. She was going to climax first.

  The path to her orgasm had found a fast lane of sorts. While Mary had always been good at pleasuring herself, she’d never gotten herself to the brink of orgasm this quickly before. It was like she had found a shortcut that had always been there but had never been used. By following it, Mary approached a special kind of ecstasy.

  With Peter holding her head steady, Mary used both hands to pleasure herself and send herself over the edge. Instinct and desire took over. She didn’t have to think about it. She didn’t have to pursue it. The feeling just came to her.

  When it arrived, a surge of heat shot up from her core, causing every muscle from her waist down to tense. Hot fluid coated her hand as her inner muscles contracted from the pleasure. Consequently, she sucked even harder in conjunction with each contraction. It ended up being just what Peter needed to achieve his peak.

  “I’m coming, Mary. I’m coming. Keep…keep sucking. Swallow every last drop of my cum.”

  She barely heard him under the strength of her own orgasm, but Mary understood enough to give him what he wanted. His cock jerked within her mouth. Like a volcano preparing to erupt, it was ready to go off.

  By the time it happened, her orgasm had mostly passed, allowing her to focus on finishing him. She removed a hand from between her thighs and grasped the base of Peter’s cock again. She gave it a hard squeeze as she slowed down the rhythm, giving him a few more sucks. When she finally sent Peter over the threshold, he closed his eyes and threw his head back as he achieved his own ecstasy.

  “Ohhh, Mary!” he cried
out.

  Still clutching her head, Peter let out a long, contented moan as he released his load. As requested, Mary kept his member securely in her mouth, ensuring that she would swallow every last drop.

  The sheer volume of his cum actually surprised her. It must have been a while since he’d had a release. It once again tested her gag reflex, causing her to choke somewhat on the thick streams of warm, salty fluid.

  Thankfully, her extensive experience allowed her to take it all without undermining the mood. If the look of euphoria on Peter’s face was any indication, her efforts had paid off.

  “Wow. Mary, that was… Wow!” Peter said breathlessly.

  “I guess that means I kept my promise,” Mary said after finally releasing his cock from her mouth.

  “Yeah…I’d say you did.”

  Mary smiled as he bathed in the feeling. She also made sure to be as through as possible, licking around the tip of his penis while stroking the base, extracting every last drop of cum.

  In addition, Mary had taken a special satisfaction in what she’d done for him, as well. She didn’t often accommodate a man like this, being so thorough with oral sex. For her, giving oral sex had been just a means to an end—something she’d done to get a man aroused or to entice him. She couldn’t remember a time where she’d prioritized his pleasure over her own.

  Remarkably enough, Mary had still gotten her share of pleasure out of it. It seemed so counterintuitive, but the results were undeniable.

  Mary remained on her knees, smiling up at the contented man before her. He must have been just as surprised, because he actually laughed somewhat.

  “You came, too, didn’t you?” Peter said.

  “You did tell me to touch myself while I blew you. I was just doing what you asked,” Mary said innocently.

  “Do you usually come that quickly?”

  “No. I don’t. I think that’s a sign. Whatever we’re doing here… It’s working.”

  “I’ll say. I think it’s working well…in more ways than one,” Peter said.

  He had a cryptic undertone in his words, as if he’d sensed something in the moment that went beyond sex. Mary had experienced it, too. The emptiness that had plagued her for the past year had finally began to crack. Now, with Peter and the trust she had placed in him, Mary was ready to shatter it once and for all.

  Chapter Sixteen

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  “Ready for the next step, Mary?” asked a seemingly content yet obviously unsatisfied Peter Rogers.

  “I’m ready,” Mary said.

  There were no more doubts. What had started as a crazy idea had become a bold new path for Mary and Peter to confront their addiction. They had reversed their approach in exercising their sexual desires. Mary gave Peter full control over her, something she’d never dared give a man before and something no woman had ever given Peter. Whether it was crazy didn’t matter at this point. Mary already knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was working.

  By trusting him, she’d gotten more than basic pleasure in the form of a self-induced orgasm. New feelings had emerged, so much so that she’d struggled to keep up.

  Even if it was successful so far, Mary needed more. Just giving Peter a blow job didn’t make the experience complete. He clearly shared the sentiment. She sensed his mind racing again, going over all the options he had before him. Mary remained on her knees, trusting him to choose the right path for each of them.

  “Help me get undressed,” Peter said.

  She eagerly complied. Still kneeling in front of him, Mary grabbed the sides of his pants, which were still around his knees, and pulled them down to his ankles. Peter offered some help, as well, kicking off his shoes along the way. That allowed her to completely remove them, socks and all.

  “Now, stand up. Help me out of this shirt,” Peter said.

  Again, she complied. Her legs were still weak after her orgasm but not weak enough to keep her from doing as he’d requested.

  Now standing in the center of the living room, Peter rose to join her, kicking his pants to the side in the process. Sensing he couldn’t get naked fast enough, Mary grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It marked the first time outside her masturbation fantasies that she saw Peter Rogers in all his manly glory. Even though she had seen many naked men in her life, there was something about him that stuck her.

  “Peter…wow,” Mary said dazedly.

  “Don’t pretend to be impressed,” Peter said.

  “I’m not pretending.”

  He chuckled at her words, but Mary was dead serious. There was nothing half-hearted about her admiration of a naked Peter Rogers. Even with only the light from the gas fireplace and the occasional burst of lightning from outside, Mary saw a lot to admire.

  This once-unremarkable boy had grown into a very handsome man. The pudge and flab that had once defined him had been replaced with a set of rock-hard, six-pack abs that looked like they had been taken from one of the old fitness magazines she’d modeled for. The ropy arms and weak shoulders had been replaced with bulging, well-defined muscles. Such a body made him more than equipped to carry out the duties of a firefighter.

  However, she wanted his body to benefit him with more than just his chosen occupation. She’d placed her trust in him. She needed him to keep using it wisely.

  “What do you want to do with me now, Peter?” Mary asked intently.

  He didn’t reply immediately. She couldn’t tell if Peter was still mulling over his options or just enjoying the way she was looking at him.

  He stepped closer to her so that his imposing form loomed over hers. There was no awkwardness this time. The tension that had plagued them before had been nullified—yet another sign that they were doing something right.

  “I’m going to kiss you now…and I want you to kiss back,” he said with the utmost determination.

  “I can do that,” Mary said with a smile.

  “I’m also going to touch you. I’m going to make you horny again. I’m going to make you want this sex even more than I do.”

  “That’s not a challenge, is it?”

  “No. It’s a warning.”

  Confidence beamed from his every word. Inspired by it, he snaked one arm around her waist and cupped her chin with his hand. With laser-like focus, Peter captured her lips in a powerful kiss. Unlike before, there was no overwhelming shock or confusion. Mary knew what this was and where it would lead. She wanted it. He wanted it. There was nothing else to it. There didn’t need to be.

  They melded their lips and entwined their tongues. Mary embraced the feelings without hesitation. She slipped her arms around Peter’s neck, allowing him to wrap her within his powerful embrace, naked flesh pressing against naked flesh. He roamed his hands over her body, tracing up her thighs and around her waist, paying special attention to her ass.

  His intimate touch intensified the sensations while diverting her blood to all the right places. Mary had never let a man touch her so freely. She’d never let a man kiss her so firmly, either. She felt completely at his mercy, but it was not a mercy from which she wished to escape.

  “Mary…” gasped Peter. He was so assertive, communicating his desire with every gesture. The way he said her name sent shivers down Mary’s spine.

  As she eagerly tasted his lips, the intense sensations mixed with the deepening pool of powerful feelings. The emotions blurred the line between lust, love, affection, desire and everything in between. Like unlocking doors that had never been opened, the feelings overwhelmed her in all the right ways.

  As she and Peter made out in the middle of the living room, Mary’s legs became weak. A powerful heat formed in her core. Whatever desire she’d released with her previous orgasm was replaced with entirely new sensations. She could tell by the way Peter’s cock began to stiffen again that he shared in that sentiment. When he abruptly broke the kiss, she knew they had reached a point of no return.

  “Tell me you want this, Mary,” Peter said, his hands
firmly on her ass.

  “I want this, Peter,” Mary said, as though it were a reflex.

  “Tell me. Tell me how much you want it.”

  “I want it, Peter…so much.”

  “Tell me more,” he urged.

  “I want you to fuck me. I want to have sex with you…make love to you… everything!” The words came out of her mouth with little input from her brain. Wherever they came from, they got the point across. Still cupping her chin, Peter smiled with burning intent.

  “That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he said to her. “I’m going take you in my arms, carry you into my bedroom and give you what you want. But I’m going to do it my way.”

  “I understand,” Mary said.

  “Then you don’t need to say another word. I’ll take it from here.”

  She nodded to acknowledge his command, effectively sealing the deal. With the utmost confidence, Peter kissed her again to silence any possible reservations—not that Mary had any left at this point. He lifted her off the floor. Mary instinctively hitched her legs around his waist. All she could do was hold on and let Peter take her to their fate.

  The fervor of their kissing intensified as they stormed into his bedroom. As soon as they entered, he kicked the door shut and carried her over to the queen-sized bed. He even pulled back the covers and sheets before he laid her down, right in the middle.

  Peter gained even more leverage in the process, hovering over her with his imposing body as she lay on the bed. He continued making good use of his position, tracing his hands up her waist and giving more attention to her breasts. As he kissed her, he squeezed and kneaded her fleshy mounds in a way that made Mary gasp.

  Looming over her in the dim light of the room, he looked so powerful. However, Mary didn’t feel nervous. The feelings he conveyed turned any potential anxiety into a deeper arousal.

  The heat in her core continued to spread and Peter’s cock was growing as well, but she also sensed a growing impatience in him. He didn’t want to just fuck her. He really wanted to do it his way. Breaking the kiss and breathing heavily with desire, he looked down at Mary with a penetrating gaze.