Chapter Two - Birthday Passion
For Dan, once again ESPN and vodka tonic was vitamin W. On the sofa with drink in hand, he concentrated on a rugby match. Dan didn’t know a thing about rugby, it made absolutely no sense to him, but it wasn’t Laura. Laura wasn’t with Greg at the bottom of that pile. The match ended and Dan went for another drink. The clock caught his eye as he made his next vodka tonic, five after nine. They must be at dinner. Dan heard Laura ask Greg to wear a tux. He knew the dress she was wearing, a sexy black party dress. They would look like a hot couple out on the town.
Dan kept pouring when his mind drifted. He damned near choked on the first sip, but decided he might need it to get any sleep tonight. He would drink this one and one more and then to bed to wait. Okay, Dan old boy, she has fucked him and you know it. That was the real message in the email, Laura sent it because she was giddy excited at the prospect. She and Greg, she had been with Greg. Laura really wanted Greg to fuck her.
Big dick, was it a good fuck? Does Greg have a big dick and does he know how to use it? Real question in your mind, Dan, real question number one does Greg have a bigger and better dick than you do? Is he the cocksman of porn movie legend? He must, Laura discovered a dream cock when she sucked him Friday, and Laura wants to try that dream cock on for size. Try it for size in her cunt.
Real question number two followed naturally; sure Greg has a big club of a cock, long and thick and strong. Does he know how to use it or is it a show horse? Laura will find out; she always said I knew how to use my cock. Laura loves having my cock inside her, even if it isn’t as big as Greg’s horse cock. She loves me and my cock; she said so this morning and in her email. No she didn’t say that in her email. She hadn’t fucked that cock, with Greg, that big fucking wonderful, pussy stretching cock. Dan was so distracted he tried sipping from an empty glass with just ice at bottom.
> > > > - -
While Dan was wondering what was happening with Laura and Greg, they went right to action. Laura had no hesitation or indecision, her mind said yes loud and clear at lunch. Everything that happened since lunch only whetted her appetite for sex. She wanted to fuck Greg and have him respond as she hoped he would, knew he would. Surprisingly, Greg was going through some of the same comparison concerns Dan had. He had one advantage though; Laura’s actions with him would let him know tonight. He wanted his secretary the way a man shouldn’t, but often did. He was ready to give Laura the fuck her brains out fuck of her life that she asked for.
The cursory tour of his home didn’t distract them long. Greg carried her dress bag to his closet and they were in his bedroom. He decided it was his turn to take charge, but he would start slowly. “Give me your jacket.” Greg put it on a hanger.
“You blouse, I want it, take it off, please.” Greg just watched, and then held the shirt loosely in his fingers.
“Take you skirt off now, quickly, show me you.”
Laura was getting into following her boss’s orders. The skirt was off in seconds and in Greg’s hand. She wore no panties; she gave at the office, now only her bra plus stockings.
“Get that damned bra out of the way, do it now.”
Laura tried to take advantage back with a tease, Greg upped the ante. “Now bitch, or leave as you are.”
Laura moaned loudly at the word bitch, her juices flowed. She quickly handed over her bra.
“That’s enough for now, I like the way you look in stockings.” Greg began taking his clothes off. He saved the best for last and called Laura to him to remove his boxers. “On your knees, girl, look my cock right in the eye when it comes out.”
Laura knelt close and pulled his shorts down; she used her hands to free Greg’s cock and she kissed the tip. Whap, the cock she kissed slapped her cheek; whap, whap, whap. Laura had heard the phrase dick slapped, now she knew it. She looked up to her lover and whispered yes.
“Stand up, baby.”
His kiss was tender, softly probing and promising more; Laura moaned into Greg’s lips and gave her soul to the kiss. Her knees almost buckled. The soft kiss continued, now accompanied by heavy nipple stimulation. Greg’s fingers were busy pinching and twisting again. Laura almost couldn’t breathe, her pleasure was into overload. Those probing fingers left her nipples and teased lower, still pinching. Suddenly Laura’s navel became a sex organ. Thumbs poked in and forefingers pinched flesh. Her belly was being raked by fingernails. Laura gave a small scream of delight that ended with a gasp when one of Greg’s hands jammed into her vagina.
That thrust began a new pleasure assault. How many hands, how many fingers, did this man have? They were everywhere between her legs. Laura felt her clit pinched hard and then pulled out to stretch. At the same time, she knew fingers were inside her, thrusting and probing. Sensations shifted, her lips spread, Greg had a tight grip, he was pulling her apart as if to open her wider. He squeezed them, squeezed hard
“Can you take as much stimulation here, just like your titties?”
Dan never played Laura this way, not down there. Laura knew she wanted Greg to work her pussy, go even further. “Yes, give me everything.”
“In time, my lady, in time we will find new places for you. Let’s rest. Get on the bed, ass up and out.”
Laura composed herself and then assumed her position facing away, presenting her bare ass. She was in a lewd position, she knew she was and loved posing this way for her boss. Greg cupped her mound, but gently.
“I am going for champagne, stay just like this.”
“Oh yes sir, I will.”
Greg returned with a bottle and two glasses. Laura still held her pose. “I would like - no, I want to see you posed just like this, in my office, on my desk”
“Mmmmm, the thought is tempting, but it’s not going to happen. Today is a one night stand, your birthday present; just remember that, my boss man.”
“I want to photograph you on my desk just the way you are now. Dressed just like this, showing the fire of lust in your eyes. I want the photograph to show your tits hanging down the way they are now, your nipples are red from pinching; they are swollen. So is your cunt swollen, the outside. I want to photograph you in my office, on my desk, your whole body alive with sexual simulation.”
“I love the idea, the thought, the excitement, I just might. No, I can’t, but I want . . . no!”
Greg held a champagne flute to her lips and Laura drank. He twisted the flute to sip from the same spot and then gave Laura another sip.
“Just say this word when I ask again.” He whispered softly in her ear.
Greg decided to press his secretary hard for a submission. “Laura, wife of Dan, my birthday gift for tonight, I want to photograph you just like this, in my office, on my desk, sometime soon. Can we do that?”
Laura looked at Greg, nude erect Greg, her boss Greg, lover for tonight only Greg. Her mind flitted to Dan at home and then back to here and now. She smiled and asked for more champagne. Laura mused as they shared the glass each sipping until it was drained.
“Pour another glass and then I will answer.”
Greg did and drank a mouthful. He kissed Laura and let champagne run from his mouth to hers; then he let Laura drink from the glass. He watched and waited for a response.
“Maybe is the word you asked for so yes, I will say maybe. I am close to saying an answer I can’t say, but I will think about saying yes; think openly and honestly about doing what you want.”
“Thank you; that is the best gift.”
“Fuck me now, fuck me hard and fast, fuck me silly and make me babble like a little girl.”
Laura got the hard fuck she wanted. Slaps on each cheek and Greg’s quick jamming thrust from behind were the start button. His hips flexed strong pushing his cock up and in, driving hard. Greg’s cock fucked her, his fingers pinched and probed; his teeth left a bruise at the base of her neck. Suddenly Laura was on her back, knees behind her head. As Greg ravished her insides with his cock, Laura stuffed more and more tit in his mouth. She held his face hard against her breasts and Greg chewed. Neither lasted long, their passion had been building for days, denied release. Laura began to scream; her scream shook and broke the dam holding Greg’s orgasm. His fluids spewed deep inside Laura and he howled with her.
They lay panting, still coupled. Laura recovered first; she sang to her boss, “Happy Birthday to you - Happy Birthday to you - Happy Birthday to Greg - Happy Birthday to You.” Greg smiled and kissed her lightly. “I hope you liked your gift, I did; I got the hard fuck I wanted.” Greg kissed her again, still breathing hard and speechless.
“Let’s shower and dress and go to dinner.”
> > > > - -
By the time Dan fixed his second drink, Laura and Greg were well into their dinner. Dan’s assumption was correct; his faithful wife was now un, as in unfaithful. He was sure they made a spectacular sight, dressed to the nines with a glow of sexual satisfaction. They would look like a couple in love, possibly celebrating an anniversary or a birthday. It was a birthday, of course, the gentleman’s birthday, but the couple were not really a couple. They were not supposed to be a couple. Laura and Dan were the couple, but tonight Laura was with Greg. There is that phrase, the one Laura used Friday telling him what happened; she said she was with Greg.
A little after ten, when Dan was ready for his third and last drink, Laura was behind the wheel approaching Greg’s house. Dan of course didn’t know, wouldn’t know their schedule. Laura could be home in an hour or so, would she be like a teenager trying to beat daddy’s midnight curfew? No, somehow Dan didn’t expect that. If she fucked Greg before dinner, Dan was convinced by now that she had, she must have; she wouldn’t be home before midnight unless Greg was a poor sex partner, a shabby fuck. No, Laura has better instincts than that, Dan was sure. He must be a sex icon as Dan pictured him.
If they had sex once before dinner, how many times would they screw when they got home? Two more times maybe, that would be three in one day, in one night.
For Dan, once again ESPN and vodka tonic was vitamin W. On the sofa with drink in hand, he concentrated on a rugby match. Dan didn’t know a thing about rugby, it made absolutely no sense to him, but it wasn’t Laura. Laura wasn’t with Greg at the bottom of that pile. The match ended and Dan went for another drink. The clock caught his eye as he made his next vodka tonic, five after nine. They must be at dinner. Dan heard Laura ask Greg to wear a tux. He knew the dress she was wearing, a sexy black party dress. They would look like a hot couple out on the town.
Dan kept pouring when his mind drifted. He damned near choked on the first sip, but decided he might need it to get any sleep tonight. He would drink this one and one more and then to bed to wait. Okay, Dan old boy, she has fucked him and you know it. That was the real message in the email, Laura sent it because she was giddy excited at the prospect. She and Greg, she had been with Greg. Laura really wanted Greg to fuck her.
Big dick, was it a good fuck? Does Greg have a big dick and does he know how to use it? Real question in your mind, Dan, real question number one does Greg have a bigger and better dick than you do? Is he the cocksman of porn movie legend? He must, Laura discovered a dream cock when she sucked him Friday, and Laura wants to try that dream cock on for size. Try it for size in her cunt.
Real question number two followed naturally; sure Greg has a big club of a cock, long and thick and strong. Does he know how to use it or is it a show horse? Laura will find out; she always said I knew how to use my cock. Laura loves having my cock inside her, even if it isn’t as big as Greg’s horse cock. She loves me and my cock; she said so this morning and in her email. No she didn’t say that in her email. She hadn’t fucked that cock, with Greg, that big fucking wonderful, pussy stretching cock. Dan was so distracted he tried sipping from an empty glass with just ice at bottom.
> > > > - -
While Dan was wondering what was happening with Laura and Greg, they went right to action. Laura had no hesitation or indecision, her mind said yes loud and clear at lunch. Everything that happened since lunch only whetted her appetite for sex. She wanted to fuck Greg and have him respond as she hoped he would, knew he would. Surprisingly, Greg was going through some of the same comparison concerns Dan had. He had one advantage though; Laura’s actions with him would let him know tonight. He wanted his secretary the way a man shouldn’t, but often did. He was ready to give Laura the fuck her brains out fuck of her life that she asked for.
The cursory tour of his home didn’t distract them long. Greg carried her dress bag to his closet and they were in his bedroom. He decided it was his turn to take charge, but he would start slowly. “Give me your jacket.” Greg put it on a hanger.
“You blouse, I want it, take it off, please.” Greg just watched, and then held the shirt loosely in his fingers.
“Take you skirt off now, quickly, show me you.”
Laura was getting into following her boss’s orders. The skirt was off in seconds and in Greg’s hand. She wore no panties; she gave at the office, now only her bra plus stockings.
“Get that damned bra out of the way, do it now.”
Laura tried to take advantage back with a tease, Greg upped the ante. “Now bitch, or leave as you are.”
Laura moaned loudly at the word bitch, her juices flowed. She quickly handed over her bra.
“That’s enough for now, I like the way you look in stockings.” Greg began taking his clothes off. He saved the best for last and called Laura to him to remove his boxers. “On your knees, girl, look my cock right in the eye when it comes out.”
Laura knelt close and pulled his shorts down; she used her hands to free Greg’s cock and she kissed the tip. Whap, the cock she kissed slapped her cheek; whap, whap, whap. Laura had heard the phrase dick slapped, now she knew it. She looked up to her lover and whispered yes.
“Stand up, baby.”
His kiss was tender, softly probing and promising more; Laura moaned into Greg’s lips and gave her soul to the kiss. Her knees almost buckled. The soft kiss continued, now accompanied by heavy nipple stimulation. Greg’s fingers were busy pinching and twisting again. Laura almost couldn’t breathe, her pleasure was into overload. Those probing fingers left her nipples and teased lower, still pinching. Suddenly Laura’s navel became a sex organ. Thumbs poked in and forefingers pinched flesh. Her belly was being raked by fingernails. Laura gave a small scream of delight that ended with a gasp when one of Greg’s hands jammed into her vagina.
That thrust began a new pleasure assault. How many hands, how many fingers, did this man have? They were everywhere between her legs. Laura felt her clit pinched hard and then pulled out to stretch. At the same time, she knew fingers were inside her, thrusting and probing. Sensations shifted, her lips spread, Greg had a tight grip, he was pulling her apart as if to open her wider. He squeezed them, squeezed hard
“Can you take as much stimulation here, just like your titties?”
Dan never played Laura this way, not down there. Laura knew she wanted Greg to work her pussy, go even further. “Yes, give me everything.”
“In time, my lady, in time we will find new places for you. Let’s rest. Get on the bed, ass up and out.”
Laura composed herself and then assumed her position facing away, presenting her bare ass. She was in a lewd position, she knew she was and loved posing this way for her boss. Greg cupped her mound, but gently.
“I am going for champagne, stay just like this.”
“Oh yes sir, I will.”
Greg returned with a bottle and two glasses. Laura still held her pose. “I would like - no, I want to see you posed just like this, in my office, on my desk”
“Mmmmm, the thought is tempting, but it’s not going to happen. Today is a one night stand, your birthday present; just remember that, my boss man.”
“I want to photograph you on my desk just the way you are now. Dressed just like this, showing the fire of lust in your eyes. I want the photograph to show your tits hanging down the way they are now, your nipples are red from pinching; they are swollen. So is your cunt swollen, the outside. I want to photograph you in my office, on my desk, your whole body alive with sexual simulation.”
“I love the idea, the thought, the excitement, I just might. No, I can’t, but I want . . . no!”
Greg held a champagne flute to her lips and Laura drank. He twisted the flute to sip from the same spot and then gave Laura another sip.
“Just say this word when I ask again.” He whispered softly in her ear.
Greg decided to press his secretary hard for a submission. “Laura, wife of Dan, my birthday gift for tonight, I want to photograph you just like this, in my office, on my desk, sometime soon. Can we do that?”
Laura looked at Greg, nude erect Greg, her boss Greg, lover for tonight only Greg. Her mind flitted to Dan at home and then back to here and now. She smiled and asked for more champagne. Laura mused as they shared the glass each sipping until it was drained.
“Pour another glass and then I will answer.”
Greg did and drank a mouthful. He kissed Laura and let champagne run from his mouth to hers; then he let Laura drink from the glass. He watched and waited for a response.
“Maybe is the word you asked for so yes, I will say maybe. I am close to saying an answer I can’t say, but I will think about saying yes; think openly and honestly about doing what you want.”
“Thank you; that is the best gift.”
“Fuck me now, fuck me hard and fast, fuck me silly and make me babble like a little girl.”
Laura got the hard fuck she wanted. Slaps on each cheek and Greg’s quick jamming thrust from behind were the start button. His hips flexed strong pushing his cock up and in, driving hard. Greg’s cock fucked her, his fingers pinched and probed; his teeth left a bruise at the base of her neck. Suddenly Laura was on her back, knees behind her head. As Greg ravished her insides with his cock, Laura stuffed more and more tit in his mouth. She held his face hard against her breasts and Greg chewed. Neither lasted long, their passion had been building for days, denied release. Laura began to scream; her scream shook and broke the dam holding Greg’s orgasm. His fluids spewed deep inside Laura and he howled with her.
They lay panting, still coupled. Laura recovered first; she sang to her boss, “Happy Birthday to you - Happy Birthday to you - Happy Birthday to Greg - Happy Birthday to You.” Greg smiled and kissed her lightly. “I hope you liked your gift, I did; I got the hard fuck I wanted.” Greg kissed her again, still breathing hard and speechless.
“Let’s shower and dress and go to dinner.”
> > > > - -
By the time Dan fixed his second drink, Laura and Greg were well into their dinner. Dan’s assumption was correct; his faithful wife was now un, as in unfaithful. He was sure they made a spectacular sight, dressed to the nines with a glow of sexual satisfaction. They would look like a couple in love, possibly celebrating an anniversary or a birthday. It was a birthday, of course, the gentleman’s birthday, but the couple were not really a couple. They were not supposed to be a couple. Laura and Dan were the couple, but tonight Laura was with Greg. There is that phrase, the one Laura used Friday telling him what happened; she said she was with Greg.
A little after ten, when Dan was ready for his third and last drink, Laura was behind the wheel approaching Greg’s house. Dan of course didn’t know, wouldn’t know their schedule. Laura could be home in an hour or so, would she be like a teenager trying to beat daddy’s midnight curfew? No, somehow Dan didn’t expect that. If she fucked Greg before dinner, Dan was convinced by now that she had, she must have; she wouldn’t be home before midnight unless Greg was a poor sex partner, a shabby fuck. No, Laura has better instincts than that, Dan was sure. He must be a sex icon as Dan pictured him.
If they had sex once before dinner, how many times would they screw when they got home? Two more times maybe, that would be three in one day, in one night.
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Laura and I rarely do three, maybe once a year and on a Saturday with all day together and all of Sunday to recover. Today is Monday, they have to work tomorrow. Laura wouldn’t spend the night, would she? Did she take an extra change of clothes? She has plenty of panties that’s for sure.
What if they decided to try four times? Could Greg be that much of a super stud? Laura told me, she told me this morning she would come home and kiss me. She said she would kiss me with cum on her breath, guaranteed. The confusion in his brain, abetted by three stiff vodka tonics, drove Dan to bed before the witching hour curfew. His sleep was not deep and restful, far from it. Dan dreamed of Laura and Greg engaged in sexual acrobatics all night long.
> > > > - -
Greg was also in bed, resting with Dan’s wife. Far from confused, his being was satisfied. He had no interest in sleeping. He and Laura lay together in the afterglow of a tender love making session. As much as Greg enjoyed their first almost violent sex, their before everything else first ever fuck, he had been looking forward to making sweet love with this beautiful woman. The experience went far beyond expectation. Laura responded enthusiastically to every touch. Greg had spent much time using feather light touches around Laura’s enflamed pussy. He used similar feather light strokes all over each breast.
Their tender love making ended with the same orgasmic twisting and coupling of arms and legs. Their bodies came together in every way. They finished coupled as one, inside and out. Laura hummed a nonsense tune into his side. Greg felt her lips move with her hum, her breath raised bumps on his flesh. He kissed her forehead and then Laura’s lips. They shared lover’s kisses and conversation.
Laura expressed her satisfaction, “I loved that, I loved the way you made love to me. I love having sex with you, fucking you.”
“Mmmm, I feel the same, honored, honored and pleased and happy.”
“I’m glad too, glad I am with you. I mean, my first time with another man should be good and it was very good, better than I could have dreamed.”
“Thank you sweet lovely lady, being with you was really good, you are really special.”
Greg and Laura exchanged everything, kisses, endearments, feelings, touches. Laura took Greg’s cock in hand to bring growth and life. She kissed it and sucked gently; Greg’s cock grew getting ready for more Laura.
“I wish we could stay like this forever, at least through the night.”
“You know I can’t do that Dan will have enough trouble with this much; he would never accept spending the night. I don’t know if I would accept spending the night.”
“You don’t look like you are in a hurry to leave.”
“I’m not; I may not be ready when I decide I must, but I will have to go home. You know that.”
“I know, I know that you must, can we at least . . . ?”
“Don’t even ask that question, today is your birthday, accept that. Today has been a gift, not the beginning of an affair.” Greg kissed his lover lightly. “It’s your birthday still, how do you want me?”
Greg smiled, “I want all of you; I am the kid who wants all of the presents, all of the toys.”
“Ring my bells while you ride your new bicycle lover, just take me.”
Greg ran his hand down Laura’s side to her hip. He reached behind, “Here too, can I have this toy to play with?”
“That is not my favorite thing, but it is your birthday. Go get the champagne, I will need a glass or two before you start playing back there.”
Sure enough, after two glasses, Laura felt ready. “Okay big boy, let’s get that glove on and see what happens. You’re only forty once. Start slow, I’ll let you know when to speed up.”
Greg took his time, was as gentle as he could be. He could hardly believe Laura would go this far, he expected a mild turn down at least.
“You are incredible, darling.”
“Watch out with that darling stuff; give me a little more.”
Greg took his time, after a few minutes he was fully inside. He used several slow strokes and then one a bit firmer. Laura gasped, but Greg’s cock was well planted.
“Stroke in me, baby - that’s it - good - a little more - I can take it – more – harder – now!”
Greg began using deep firm thrusts, changing pace, quick strokes followed by hard thrusts he held deep in her.
Laura began to moan. She wanted him to work her breasts, “Milk me, get milk, lover; get milk for me.”
Greg used her tits as hand holds, each thrust of hips was matched by a strong squeezing pull at Laura’s breasts.
She began chanting, “Fuck - ass – fuck – ass – fuck – ass,” until she reached her peak. “Oh god, I love it, make me cum Greg, make me cum. Please, anything, anything lover, just make me cum.”
Greg’s hands flew to Laura’s clit and squeezed her hard. His hips thrust forward with strength driving Laura into the mattress. He roared out, “Cum like a slut with my cock up your ass. Cum now!”
Laura was with him, she howled with pleasure and they stayed as they were, exhausted, but joined. Finally, Greg tried to rise; he had slipped out and needed to ditch the condom. Laura stopped him, she told him she wanted her prize, she put the full condom in her empty champagne flute for safekeeping and then sucked Greg’s cock clean.
“You said anything, do I really get anything?”
“That was in the heat of passion with your dick making my ass feel sooo good. You can have anything on your birthday night, my lover. What time is it?”
“Quarter till one, if you can’t spend the night, how long?”
“Can you get it up again; can you if I give you some help?”
“I’m damned sure going to try.”
“My glass is occupied, hand me the bottle.” Laura drank champagne from the neck; it bubbled and spilled down her chest.
“What are you going to do with that thing?”
Laura blushed, “Be nasty.”
“How?”
“I told Dan the next time I kissed him I would have your cum on my breath, in my mouth. I want to have a fresh supply.”
“You are nasty, you bitch. I love it.”
“I think I will suck your cum out of the rubber at the door, then go in and wake him up.”
“If you won’t pose on my desk, and you won’t say yes to another date, can I bring a full rubber to work for you some morning?”
“No damn you, I don’t want a rubber from some other woman’s cunt even if it does have your juice in it. You shit!”
“No, no, no baby, that’s not what I meant. I could fill one just for you, by hand. I’ll bring one every morning to start your day off right.”
“You’re silly,” Laura drank more champagne and began getting Greg ready.
“You had your wish, now I want mine to remember tonight.”
“Anything for you, darling.”
Laura whispered in Greg’s ear causing a smile and a yeah. “If you make my pussy sing the same way you make my titties sing, I’ll forgive the darling. If you really make my pussy sing, sing so good I almost can’t stand to wear panties to work tomorrow, you can call me darling whenever we are alone.”
Laura lay on her back, legs spread wide to a Vee. Greg crawled between and went to work. “Get ready for the music.”
“Wait Greg, indulge me; pull your drapes and open the window. When I sing, I want an audience.” Greg did as she asked and returned to Laura. He started with pinching, pinching her lips and pulling them apart. Laura’s clit was erect from the evening’s stimulation, soon it had teeth marks. Laura called out encouragement, “Yes, lover, bite me harder, you are doing a darling’s work, kiss me there, bite my clit, make the music.”
“I’m going to bite your lips until you swell shut then I am going to fuck you open with my cock. I want your virginity.”
“Ohhhhhhhh, do it love, do it for me. Bite me hard.”
Greg bit a line down each lip. He pinched the tender flesh up; he sucked flesh in and used his teeth. Each pass of his mouth brought harder bites. Greg could feel her flesh swelling in his mouth. Laura’s screaming cries got louder as Greg bit harder into her flesh.
“Singing baby, I’m singing.”
Greg squeezed both lips together; he opened wide and bit hard. He began grinding his teeth, rolling her tender labia lips against each other.
“Oh owe it hurts! It hurts so good, yes darling, yes, yes, yes.”
Greg heard the darling, she had given that much. He wanted her whisper, he wanted that whisper and he would have it. Greg rolled her swollen lips back, exposed her most tender spot; she has shown you what she wants, go for it Greg, go hard for it.
Greg bit hard at the base of Laura’s clit. He sunk his teeth as deep as he dared. Laura screamed. Greg chewed his way out to the tip. Bite harder, deeper, he commanded his jaws.
Laura sat half upright, her hips drove into him. Laura managed to get a word out, “Again!”
Greg bit again at her base, bit circles all around her clit this time. Laura’s screams turned soundless, only air came out, facial contortions. She was all but paralyzed.
Greg hurried into missionary position, spread the swollen lips and thrust hard into her being. Laura engulfed him, wrapped his body in her arms and legs. Her hips thrashed. Laura’s lips assaulted his; they bit all over each other’s face. Finally Greg got the whispered words.
“I love you Greg, I love this, I love the way you fuck me; I love you.”
The whisper had turned into a screaming torrent and the torrent pulled his fourth orgasm out of his body and into hers. They lay together breathing hard for a long time. Laura finally spoke, “No more, I can’t take any more. No more tonight.”
Greg didn’t want to stop, but couldn’t go much further himself. He reached for Laura’s hand and just held it lightly.
“I need to dress and go home.”
“You did say the words, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but not tonight, ask me tomorrow, late tomorrow.”
Laura dressed and Greg reminded her to take the champagne glass with Dan’s surprise. “There are still two bottles of champagne in the fridge, take them with you. Share them with Dan, he deserves them and more.”
“Put your robe on and walk me to my car.”
Laura checked her watch standing under her porch light. Two-forty, oh shit it’s late, Dan will be wondering, worried; I have a lot to tell. She set the two champagne bottles down, removed the condom from the glass and drained it. The taste was a bit stale but it was still Greg. Dan will get his kiss. She tried the door knob, unlocked and porch light on. Dan loves me and he trusts me; he knew I would come home to him.
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What if they decided to try four times? Could Greg be that much of a super stud? Laura told me, she told me this morning she would come home and kiss me. She said she would kiss me with cum on her breath, guaranteed. The confusion in his brain, abetted by three stiff vodka tonics, drove Dan to bed before the witching hour curfew. His sleep was not deep and restful, far from it. Dan dreamed of Laura and Greg engaged in sexual acrobatics all night long.
> > > > - -
Greg was also in bed, resting with Dan’s wife. Far from confused, his being was satisfied. He had no interest in sleeping. He and Laura lay together in the afterglow of a tender love making session. As much as Greg enjoyed their first almost violent sex, their before everything else first ever fuck, he had been looking forward to making sweet love with this beautiful woman. The experience went far beyond expectation. Laura responded enthusiastically to every touch. Greg had spent much time using feather light touches around Laura’s enflamed pussy. He used similar feather light strokes all over each breast.
Their tender love making ended with the same orgasmic twisting and coupling of arms and legs. Their bodies came together in every way. They finished coupled as one, inside and out. Laura hummed a nonsense tune into his side. Greg felt her lips move with her hum, her breath raised bumps on his flesh. He kissed her forehead and then Laura’s lips. They shared lover’s kisses and conversation.
Laura expressed her satisfaction, “I loved that, I loved the way you made love to me. I love having sex with you, fucking you.”
“Mmmm, I feel the same, honored, honored and pleased and happy.”
“I’m glad too, glad I am with you. I mean, my first time with another man should be good and it was very good, better than I could have dreamed.”
“Thank you sweet lovely lady, being with you was really good, you are really special.”
Greg and Laura exchanged everything, kisses, endearments, feelings, touches. Laura took Greg’s cock in hand to bring growth and life. She kissed it and sucked gently; Greg’s cock grew getting ready for more Laura.
“I wish we could stay like this forever, at least through the night.”
“You know I can’t do that Dan will have enough trouble with this much; he would never accept spending the night. I don’t know if I would accept spending the night.”
“You don’t look like you are in a hurry to leave.”
“I’m not; I may not be ready when I decide I must, but I will have to go home. You know that.”
“I know, I know that you must, can we at least . . . ?”
“Don’t even ask that question, today is your birthday, accept that. Today has been a gift, not the beginning of an affair.” Greg kissed his lover lightly. “It’s your birthday still, how do you want me?”
Greg smiled, “I want all of you; I am the kid who wants all of the presents, all of the toys.”
“Ring my bells while you ride your new bicycle lover, just take me.”
Greg ran his hand down Laura’s side to her hip. He reached behind, “Here too, can I have this toy to play with?”
“That is not my favorite thing, but it is your birthday. Go get the champagne, I will need a glass or two before you start playing back there.”
Sure enough, after two glasses, Laura felt ready. “Okay big boy, let’s get that glove on and see what happens. You’re only forty once. Start slow, I’ll let you know when to speed up.”
Greg took his time, was as gentle as he could be. He could hardly believe Laura would go this far, he expected a mild turn down at least.
“You are incredible, darling.”
“Watch out with that darling stuff; give me a little more.”
Greg took his time, after a few minutes he was fully inside. He used several slow strokes and then one a bit firmer. Laura gasped, but Greg’s cock was well planted.
“Stroke in me, baby - that’s it - good - a little more - I can take it – more – harder – now!”
Greg began using deep firm thrusts, changing pace, quick strokes followed by hard thrusts he held deep in her.
Laura began to moan. She wanted him to work her breasts, “Milk me, get milk, lover; get milk for me.”
Greg used her tits as hand holds, each thrust of hips was matched by a strong squeezing pull at Laura’s breasts.
She began chanting, “Fuck - ass – fuck – ass – fuck – ass,” until she reached her peak. “Oh god, I love it, make me cum Greg, make me cum. Please, anything, anything lover, just make me cum.”
Greg’s hands flew to Laura’s clit and squeezed her hard. His hips thrust forward with strength driving Laura into the mattress. He roared out, “Cum like a slut with my cock up your ass. Cum now!”
Laura was with him, she howled with pleasure and they stayed as they were, exhausted, but joined. Finally, Greg tried to rise; he had slipped out and needed to ditch the condom. Laura stopped him, she told him she wanted her prize, she put the full condom in her empty champagne flute for safekeeping and then sucked Greg’s cock clean.
“You said anything, do I really get anything?”
“That was in the heat of passion with your dick making my ass feel sooo good. You can have anything on your birthday night, my lover. What time is it?”
“Quarter till one, if you can’t spend the night, how long?”
“Can you get it up again; can you if I give you some help?”
“I’m damned sure going to try.”
“My glass is occupied, hand me the bottle.” Laura drank champagne from the neck; it bubbled and spilled down her chest.
“What are you going to do with that thing?”
Laura blushed, “Be nasty.”
“How?”
“I told Dan the next time I kissed him I would have your cum on my breath, in my mouth. I want to have a fresh supply.”
“You are nasty, you bitch. I love it.”
“I think I will suck your cum out of the rubber at the door, then go in and wake him up.”
“If you won’t pose on my desk, and you won’t say yes to another date, can I bring a full rubber to work for you some morning?”
“No damn you, I don’t want a rubber from some other woman’s cunt even if it does have your juice in it. You shit!”
“No, no, no baby, that’s not what I meant. I could fill one just for you, by hand. I’ll bring one every morning to start your day off right.”
“You’re silly,” Laura drank more champagne and began getting Greg ready.
“You had your wish, now I want mine to remember tonight.”
“Anything for you, darling.”
Laura whispered in Greg’s ear causing a smile and a yeah. “If you make my pussy sing the same way you make my titties sing, I’ll forgive the darling. If you really make my pussy sing, sing so good I almost can’t stand to wear panties to work tomorrow, you can call me darling whenever we are alone.”
Laura lay on her back, legs spread wide to a Vee. Greg crawled between and went to work. “Get ready for the music.”
“Wait Greg, indulge me; pull your drapes and open the window. When I sing, I want an audience.” Greg did as she asked and returned to Laura. He started with pinching, pinching her lips and pulling them apart. Laura’s clit was erect from the evening’s stimulation, soon it had teeth marks. Laura called out encouragement, “Yes, lover, bite me harder, you are doing a darling’s work, kiss me there, bite my clit, make the music.”
“I’m going to bite your lips until you swell shut then I am going to fuck you open with my cock. I want your virginity.”
“Ohhhhhhhh, do it love, do it for me. Bite me hard.”
Greg bit a line down each lip. He pinched the tender flesh up; he sucked flesh in and used his teeth. Each pass of his mouth brought harder bites. Greg could feel her flesh swelling in his mouth. Laura’s screaming cries got louder as Greg bit harder into her flesh.
“Singing baby, I’m singing.”
Greg squeezed both lips together; he opened wide and bit hard. He began grinding his teeth, rolling her tender labia lips against each other.
“Oh owe it hurts! It hurts so good, yes darling, yes, yes, yes.”
Greg heard the darling, she had given that much. He wanted her whisper, he wanted that whisper and he would have it. Greg rolled her swollen lips back, exposed her most tender spot; she has shown you what she wants, go for it Greg, go hard for it.
Greg bit hard at the base of Laura’s clit. He sunk his teeth as deep as he dared. Laura screamed. Greg chewed his way out to the tip. Bite harder, deeper, he commanded his jaws.
Laura sat half upright, her hips drove into him. Laura managed to get a word out, “Again!”
Greg bit again at her base, bit circles all around her clit this time. Laura’s screams turned soundless, only air came out, facial contortions. She was all but paralyzed.
Greg hurried into missionary position, spread the swollen lips and thrust hard into her being. Laura engulfed him, wrapped his body in her arms and legs. Her hips thrashed. Laura’s lips assaulted his; they bit all over each other’s face. Finally Greg got the whispered words.
“I love you Greg, I love this, I love the way you fuck me; I love you.”
The whisper had turned into a screaming torrent and the torrent pulled his fourth orgasm out of his body and into hers. They lay together breathing hard for a long time. Laura finally spoke, “No more, I can’t take any more. No more tonight.”
Greg didn’t want to stop, but couldn’t go much further himself. He reached for Laura’s hand and just held it lightly.
“I need to dress and go home.”
“You did say the words, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but not tonight, ask me tomorrow, late tomorrow.”
Laura dressed and Greg reminded her to take the champagne glass with Dan’s surprise. “There are still two bottles of champagne in the fridge, take them with you. Share them with Dan, he deserves them and more.”
“Put your robe on and walk me to my car.”
Laura checked her watch standing under her porch light. Two-forty, oh shit it’s late, Dan will be wondering, worried; I have a lot to tell. She set the two champagne bottles down, removed the condom from the glass and drained it. The taste was a bit stale but it was still Greg. Dan will get his kiss. She tried the door knob, unlocked and porch light on. Dan loves me and he trusts me; he knew I would come home to him.
by BobNbobbi ©
