Authors: Darcy Sweet
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She pulled at my shaft, matching his pace. I felt him twitch, and pull me close. My throat reflexively clenched around him, and then with a deep groan he shuddered. I almost gagged at the first hot spurt, swallowing hard. Again and it again it came. He came. Hot in my mouth. Salty. Tasting of him. Mr. D.
Her hand stilled at my cock. Grasping it hard, stemming the tide of my own cum. I tried to continue sucking but he pulled away. I licked instead. At the fat plum colored head, still hard and pulsing.
“Enough,” he said, sounding breathless but still in command. He stepped back and pulled his suit pants up, tucking his still hard cock back inside his briefs.
“Show me what you’ve got in your hand Lissy.”
She pulled my cock hard. Tilting it up hard, to show him. The mix of pleasure and pain had me rocking back on my knees.
“Did I tell you that you could do that?”
“No sir,” she said, but didn’t sound at all deferential. Her voice wicked. Taunting.
“Strip him off.”
Her hands worked quickly at my buttons. He watched the whole time, standing back while she stripped me naked.
“Take off your robe.”
She dropped the slip of silk and stood before us naked. I gasped. To see her bare before me made my head spin.
“Up on the bed. Both of you.”
We did as he said. Mrs. D slid up to the bedhead, positioning herself where I’d seen her that first time. Spread out on the pillows. I waited still on my knees near the end of the bed. Waiting for his words. Waiting for him to tell me what I should do.
“Spread your legs slut.”
Mrs. D smiled and opened her knees wide. Her pussy wet and slick lay open in front of me.
“You want him—don’t you? You want him to fuck you. Stick that young hot cock in your cunt.”
“Yes.” She moaned the word and arched her back. Her breasts swaying, a delicious ripple of movement.
“And you.” He turned to face me. His face as harsh as his tone. “You want to sink into that slut. Don’t you?”
I nodded. Unable to form the words.
“You think you deserve that? You…” he pointed a finger at Mrs. D, “…who spread yourself out in front of him. And you! ” Now that accusatory finger faced me. “Who watched. Beat off watching that cunt.”
He stepped closer to the bed. Closer to me. His voice low, I felt it like a nail down my spine. “I won’t let you. If she likes to perform and you like to watch, then that’s what you’ll do.”
His hand was on my back. Pushing me forward. Closer to her. When I was positioned on my knees between her legs he said to Mrs. D, “Finger yourself.”
Her eyes on him she slid a finger between her lips and sucked them into her mouth. Then she trailed the wet fingers around her nipple, down the soft swell of her stomach to her pussy. Both of us watched her spread the pink lips of her cunt. She slid her fingers in the wetness. The sound made my mouth water.
“Put your hand on your cock.” His voice sounded thick as he told me what to do next. “I want you to cum on her.”
Watching her fingers play in that wet pussy I pulled on my shaft. My hand moved fast from wet tip to base, squeezing the head before slicking the pre-cum down the length. Over and over. My balls tightened up. It didn’t take long, the orgasm hit me hard. I couldn’t stop it. My neck so strained and tight, I could hardly get out my cry of release.
“Fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming.” Streams of cum hit her, her open thighs and the hand moving fast on her wet cunt. The finger slick with my cum worked on the stiff nub of her clit.
She arched, jerking her hips up off the bed. Her legs shook, shuddered as she cried out. Her fingers stilled and she slumped back into the pillows.
Naked and spent I felt exposed. Unsure of what should happen next. I’d never thought this far ahead. It was an awkward moment I hadn’t envisioned in any of my fantasies.
“Mmmmmm. That was good.” Her satisfied purr broke through the tension of the room and I smiled at the same time I heard Mr. D’s laugh.
Before I could think
what now
Mrs. D spoke, she said, “I think it’s time to get to the yard now. Don’t you Jacob? And Lucas. You should help him. I’ll put some towels by the pool. When you’re finished you can have a swim.”
Chapter Eight
She directed us well. Working in the yard seemed to defuse all the uncomfortable tension I‘d felt in the bedroom. Mr. D and I were able to talk as if nothing had happened. Without the shadow of what we’d just finished hanging over us.
He worked without a shirt, so I stripped mine off to match him. I liked to watch the pull of muscles across his back as he moved. He was beautiful, poetry in motion. Arms strong, shoulders broad and glistening with sweat. I’d never really looked at a man before, and I’d sure as hell never thought of one as beautiful.
What was it about him?
The admiration was mutual. I knew because I’d caught his eye on me more than once—on my ass. I played it up, bending over in his line of sight. I wanted him to look at me. I craved his attention—his desire. I grew bolder in my attention grabbing. I went from bending over to deliberately drawing his gaze to my crotch. Stretched before him I rubbed a hand down my stomach intentionally directing his gaze to the bulge at my crotch. His eyes ate it up, every provocative pose.
After about an hour of watching me he called it quits. He told me to pack away the gear and meet him out back at the pool. He was waiting by the edge for me. Unsure of what would happen next I took my cues from Mr. D. He stripped off bare and I followed suit. Naked, I watched him dive in the pool. With quick even strokes he swam a few laps of free style. Standing on the edge, yet to get in myself I watched him. When he finished his laps he slicked a hand through his hair and turned to face me. I wanted his eyes on me so I decided not to dive in, but instead to make him watch me enter by the steps.
I liked the way the water slowly lapped at my body. Up my legs to my stiffening cock, my stomach and then finally over my shoulders as I walked the length of the pool to him.
By the time I reached him my cock had risen up, butting hard against my stomach. His eyes stayed on me the whole time I walked to him. Normally dark blue, now they seemed almost black. He licked his lips and suddenly I wanted to kiss him. Him to kiss me. He didn’t, but when I stood in front of him he moved close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my wet mouth.
“You’ve never done that before have you?” he asked.
I didn’t have to ask what he was talking about, “No.” I answered softly.
“Have you ever wanted to do it?”
“Not with anyone but you.”
He smiled at that. I was glad that it pleased him.
Glad that
I
had pleased him.
He stroked long fingers across my cheek and then cupped my chin with his hand. He held me firmly and I found that I liked it, the strength of his fingers controlling me. His thumb stroked across my lip and I shuddered at the memory of the last time he’d done it—just before I’d sucked his cock.
He must have known what I was thinking because he said, “Did you like it Jacob? Did you like my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes. Yes I did.”
“Will you let me do it to you?”
I’d never imagined—never hoped—never thought that he would. The flash of need I had at the thought of him sucking me made my knees buckle. He caught me when I swayed and held me up against his chest. Our cocks bumped, one slight touch together and I moaned.
“Shhh,” he soothed and stroked a gentle hand down my back to cup my ass. “Hop up on the side of the pool.”
Moving as if in a trance I pulled myself out of the pool to sit on the side, my legs spread, feet dangling in the water. He moved between my legs, his hands on my thighs, his eyes looking up at me, locked on mine.
I watched him. He didn’t fumble as he took me between his lips. His mouth was hot after the cool water of the pool. I couldn’t help the thrust of my hips. I shoved into him, feeling my cock hit the back of his throat. He didn’t push me away. Instead he changed the angle of his mouth, came up higher out of the water to take me deeper.
I watched as his nose hit my pubic hair and I gasped. It wouldn’t take long. I was close from the moment he’d asked me if he could do it. His mouth was so hot, sucking hard, I couldn’t hold back against the onslaught. His hands had moved from my hips, one to grasp my butt the other to cup my balls.
While his hand cupped my balls his fingers burrowed back, stroking between the cheeks of my ass. I arched, lifting up on my thighs. The finger slipped deeper, teasing right where I wanted him. Pushing against the tight puckered ring of muscle while his mouth sucked hard at my cock.
As the finger breached me—pushing inside—I closed my eyes. I wanted more. I pushed down on that finger, pushing him deeper. And then it hit me. A need I’d never before known. Waves of pleasure, almost too much to stand. I felt like I was coming endlessly and I’d yet to orgasm.
He matched the thrusting fingers with his sucking mouth. Up as he came down. The sensation was too much, “Please. Please,” I heard myself begging for release. Overwhelmed by the need to complete, to fulfill the building pleasure.
“Yes. Yeeees.”
I looked down to see his throat swallow, his lips still around my cock. It finished me. I came harder than I had ever done before. My hips thrust up with each pulse of cum from my cock. My balls contracted hard up against my body. The searing pleasure ran up my thighs, through my ass and out my cock. I felt my ass pulse around the finger still inside me and I was done. I collapsed back onto the edge of the pool and lay gasping. I doubted my ability to ever move again when the towel hit me in my face.
Shifting the towel from my eyes I looked up at him. He stood above me laughing, white towel wrapped snug around his hips. When he offered his hand I took it, not ready yet to stand I brought myself up to sit, my feet still in the pool.
Crouching down beside me he kissed the top of my head, with an affection that made my heart trip. With loose hipped ease I watched him walk over to the pool lounges. He sat and tapped the lounge beside him.
“Come on. Come sit with me.”
On legs that felt like jelly I followed him over to collapse beside him. He laughed long and loud, a lovely sound as I sprawled out flat with my arm across my eyes. “I don’t think I can ever come again,” I said.
He laughed again and I wanted to see his smile so I turned on my side, my head propped up by my arm to look at him. Laugh lines surrounded his eyes when he smiled. He was a man who laughed often. A happy man.
Curious, I asked him the same question he’d asked me—only phrased slightly different, “You’ve done that before haven’t you?”
He looked bashful, not meeting my eyes as he replied, “Yes, in college. A little experimentation with my roommate. Before Alissa. I never told her.”
“But somehow she knew.”
He laughed again and ran his fingers through his long hair. “Yeah, somehow she knew. She always does.”
“No one since?”
He met my eyes, “Not till you.”
“Mrs. D. She’s…” I couldn’t find the words, so I was grateful when he finished my sentence for me by saying, “Amazing.”
“Yeah, amazing.”
“I hit the jack pot with her. Have you got a girlfriend?”
I thought of Mary-Jane and of what I’d told Mrs. D and I replied, “Sort of. Not really. We’re….experimenting—not serious.”
“So, you’re not cheating with us.”
“No—not cheating.”
Nodding he said, “Good.”
He looked at me and then his eyes flicked over to the house. He stared over my shoulder for a while, looking intent. The silence seemed somehow important—serious—I felt a tingle of anticipation.
I waited, watching his serious face. Finally he spoke, his voice low, matching the intensity of his eyes. He said, “There was something I never did with my roommate. Something I want to do to you.”
I nodded and nervously licked my lips.
“Can I fuck you Jacob?”
My heart pounded. I was scared and excited all at once. Knowing once this happened everything would change. That I would be forever imprinted by this event.
Again I nodded, my throat was clenched tight and I squeezed out the words, “Here? Right here.”
He smiled and some of the tension lessened. His eyes on me, he stood. I could see the head of his cock jutting out of the top of where he’d tied his towel. I thought about it breaching me and I shuddered.
I lay back flat on the pool lounge and looked up at him. In his hand he carried a tube of lube. He saw me looking at it and gave a wry smile. “Lissy,” he said and shook his head. “She left it with the towels.”
“She knew,” I said, and he nodded, still smiling.
He dropped down to sit beside me. I tried to sit up but he laid a hand on my shoulder. Pin pricks of heat shot down my body as his fingers trailed across my chest.
“I love your body Jacob. I’ve watched you work. Waiting for the moment that you’d strip off your shirt so I could see this chest.”
His fingers circled my nipple. Around and around. Not touching it.
“I’d see the sweat run down your stomach and I wanted my tongue to travel the same path.”
I was hypnotized by his words—looking at his mouth—so the pinching of my nipple came as a shock. Clenching need hit me, each tug of my nipple made my cock jump. I cried out. He smiled.