The intense emotions are too much. My tightly wound self-control unravels. Letting out a loud roar, I slam my dick as deep as it will go. A euphoric skyrocket shoots up my spine and bursts at the base of my skull. Cum gushes through my cock and Dana makes soft, pleasured sounds as the warmth of my satisfaction spreads in her belly.
We cuddle in post-coital bliss, kissing and caressing.
“That was…amazing,” Dana says.
I don’t know what to say to her. I’ve never felt like this before. Yes, the sex was incredible. Something else is gnawing at me. It’s a feeling that I’m afraid to articulate for fear that speaking its name might make it vanish.
Needing a moment to think, I kiss my way down Dana’s lush body, pausing to suck and nibble at her sensitive breasts, then all the way down between her legs. I know what’s coming. The rant begins just as the first gooey flavors hit my tongue.
“Holy shit!” he cackles. “I knew it. You’re just another wimpy little faggot after all.”
“Just shut the fuck up, Mitchell!” Dana says. “This is sexy as hell.”
That surprises me. Not that she finds it sexy. Her backbone is stiffening. Is it something I’ve done? I keep licking.
Mitchell won’t let it go. “Christ, Dana! That sick creep is sucking his own disgusting jizz out of your pussy!”
She snaps back. “You don’t seem to mind it when I swallow your stuff but you’re too much of a prissy pansy to even kiss me unless I brush first. You don’t have any goddamn idea how insulting that is. It’s good to know there are a few real men like Jack who aren’t afraid of their own bodily fluids.”
“The only guys I ever met who suck cum are queers and cuckolds,” he sneers. “How about it, Jacko? Wanna drink right from the source, sissy-boy? Bet you like it up the ass, too.”
I raise my head. “If I ever touch that genetic deformity of yours, I promise it won’t ever work the same again.”
Dana chuckles as I return to nibble on her labial lips. That makes her moan softly and she runs her fingers through my hair. I’m waiting for a come-back from Mitch to my crack about his ‘deformity’, but I guess he’s not a complete fool.
His slip didn’t go unnoticed, however. I wonder if his wife caught it. Like most narcissists, he doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. I’ll have to think about how I wanna use that.
And Dana said she swallows…
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“Whatever,” Mitch grumbles under his breath. “Okay, you’ve had your fuck with this homo. Let’s wrap this up and get outa here. We can still be home before ten.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Dana says. “We are definitely not done.”
When I peer over her well-trimmed, dark vee she’s leering back at me, licking her lips in case her message wasn’t clear.
“Oh, Christ,” Mitch says. “You can’t be serious.”
Dana twists her body around to bring her mouth to my limp, sticky wiener. I pull her on top, grasp her plump cheeks, and tilt my head up to her sex again. I’m thankful for her gentle touch with my tender flesh. There’s none of the amateurish hard sucking. Her fingertips hold me aloft while her wet lips drift over my foreskin. Other fingers tease and coddle my scrotum. My mouth and tongue are equally delicate on her feminine parts. Neither of us is focused on the destination. We’re enjoying the journey.
In time, the predictable happens. Her pussy is aroused and dripping, and my erection returns to full force. She becomes more enthusiastic and tries to take me deeper but that just makes her gag and sputter. I’m sure she doesn’t have much experience. I can’t imagine many women could swallow all of her husband, not even my second wife. If I’m honest, I feel a touch of sympathy for all the fun he’s missing out on.
As much as I would love to give Dana a mouthful of Jack juice–just so I could kiss her afterward–I have a different target in mind. I roll to the side and get up to retrieve something from my pants pocket.
“Ohmygod…” Dana gasps.
Shit. I forgot. My back. Oh, well…
While I’m up I replenish Mitch’s Scotch. I’ll need him sauced if I’m going to have any hope of getting what I want later.
Then, with the small plastic bottle from my pants hidden in my hand, I come back to the bed.
Dana looks distraught.
“What happened?” she says.
“There was an explosion.” That’s all she needs to know.
She can’t resist. She moves behind me.
“Does it…hurt?”
“No,” I shake my head. That’s a half-truth. The visible scars don’t hurt any more.
Gingerly at first, her fingers glide over the satiny smooth skin grafts that are bigger than her hand. She traces the odd jagged lines with a fingertip. She’s not the first woman to do this, but her touch is strangely comforting. When she plants light kisses on my scarred back, unbidden tears blur my vision. That’s never happened before.
I blink the tears away and switch my focus to what I want from her next. As if reading my mind, Dana’s arm slides over my waist so her fingers can take hold of my hardness. They tug at it.
“Hmm… This doesn’t seem to have been damaged.” Her voice is throaty. “What’s the plan for round two?”
I turn around to face her.
“We’re gonna play Star Trek.”
“How do we do that?”
“Where no man has gone before.”
It takes about two seconds.
“Ohgod…”
“What’s going on?” Mitch asks.
“Shut up, Richie!” we both tell him at the same time. We look at each other, then start laughing.
Turning Dana to face her husband on all fours, I kneel behind her, pushing my dick back into her welcoming womanhood. She moans. Her body blocks Mitch’s view as I warm the lube in my hands. She arches her back and mutters a heated “Fuck…” when my slick finger drills into her rear. Weak sounds like a small animal come from her, interspersed with “Yes…oh, fuck, yes…oh, Jack, that feels so good…” as my dick rocks in and out and my fingers gradually stretch her anal opening.
Mitch is staring at her. He is erect. I don’t think he realizes he’s stroking himself.
My arrogant, controlling asshole persona resurfaces. I can’t resist.
“I’ll bet your wife never makes noises like that when you fuck her.”
“Of course she does,” he laughs nervously. His eyes dart side-to-side and he blinks rapidly.
Early on I had become acquainted with a wise, old Pashtun chieftain. At the time he wasn’t a friend or even an ally. In the sandbox such affiliations shift like the winds coming out of the Khyber. After I slipped him some low-grade intel, including a rival chieftain’s plan to raid one of his poppy farms, I gained a measure of trust. A man’s word is pure gold among their people.
Later, I was offered the rare privilege to attend a council meeting. Before we met, the gray-bearded chieftain clued me in to one of the militia leaders who secretly despised America. He gave me a few pointers on how to recognize when the ambitious and treacherous young leader was lying to me.
Mitch is displaying all those behaviors.
In a burst of ferocious fucking, I stare at him while I take his wife’s cunt as my own, pulling her hair and fingering her ass with my hips smacking against her well-padded behind. It’s a supremely powerful sensation he will never know. My joy is enhanced by Dana’s fervent demands.