Dolly Jewel lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, shattered and cum-drunk. Her body glistened with sweat. Her left breast, with its still-hard, aroused and recently sucked nipple, was coated in cum. Cum was smeared across her stomach. Cum dripped from where the filled to overflowing condom had been left – dropped onto her upper thigh, tantalizing close to her smooth-shaven but now slick and well-used pussy, still pulsing with aftershocks, so that the fresh hot cum that had been prevented from impregnating Dolly was nevertheless sliding down her inner thighs. With the back of her hand she wiped the cum from her mouth and chin, then licked her hand, tasting the rich semen that but for the now oozing, and thankfully out of her hard-fucked sex, had nearly filled her.
She was vaguely aware that she still wore the torn remnants of her spaghetti strap camisole. Her skirt, the one she had considered sexy but reasonably conservative, was bunched at her waist. Her delicate lace panties were gone, tattered shreds ripped off and cast aside.
What had she done? Why had she done it? Foggy from the intense pleasure that had overwhelmed her it was as if she had been someone else. Some animal of lust and desire, used hard, fucked hard, giving as good as she got and now, satiated, slowly returning to her senses with a rising tide of emotion washing over her.
What emotion? No, not shame. Embarrassment perhaps, thinking of what she had said and done, thinking of her orderly life, her children, her still amiable relationship with her ex-husband and his reputation in their city, a reputation that had opened opportunities for Dolly’s children, and helped to enhance Dolly’s business. What would her family think if they had seen her? What would Dolly’s clients think? Her publicly acknowledged clients, that is, from her “day job”. Not her Dolly Date clients, all of whom would be aroused and seeking to make their next appointment. But what about those who knew Dolly as the model of a single parent, retired athlete, consultant, socialite, philanthropist, volunteer… Now, what would those who publicly respected and admired Dolly—though yes, most probably secretly lusted for her, men and women alike, young and old, but still, she was a pillar of the community. Now, what would those admirers think if they saw this scene of sexual devastation? Seen what was done to her, what she had done?
But now, in this moment, she was simply cum-drunk. That part of her, the part that had orgasm after orgasm, that had cried out like an animal of need, knew it had been worth it. That part turned back the tide of embarrassment, sighed, and remembered.
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Dolly had developed a rich secret fantasy life. Sex in her former marriage was not bad. Donald, her former husband of nearly fifteen years, since just after college, where they were both athletes—though only Dolly was All American—had been a competent lover. There were times he was spontaneous, passionate, and inspired. Those times were spread across the better part of each year though, as they were separated by his work demands often enough. Dolly had always had the strongest sexual appetite of anyone she knew. With Donald there was love, but a hole in her basic life needs, and she needed to seek fulfillment, and Donald knew it. Hence the amicable and remarkable civil, understanding divorce. And yes, once in a while, before he’d remarried, they’d have a remember-the-good-old-days reunion fuck. The final one the morning of his second wedding day, when he’d stopped by to pick up their daughter, claiming to forget that she’d slept over at his mother’s the night before to get some grandma time before acquiring a step-mother. “Yeah, sure you forgot, Donny,” Dolly had smirked. “Get in here and let me send you into your next marriage well fucked, it’ll be my pleasure.”
“Mine, too,” Donald grinned as he stepped into his former home. (By then Dolly’s as a result of their settlement- but since, it sold for a handsome profit that Dolly rolled into her current waterfront home.) And he enjoyed himself and Dolly enjoyed him in all three entrances that her body offers to willing and worthy cocks.
And enjoy him she did. “Fuck, Donny, if we could have done that daily, who knows, maybe you’d still live here!” she purred, licking his sweaty neck and dragging her nails along his sensitive, freshly emptied nut sack.
“Dolly, lover, I couldn’t keep up with you when we were in college, and you’ve long since admitted that at the height of my virility you still had to cheat with my roommate and your coach for fulfillment. And that was when yes, I was able to fuck you daily.”
Dolly blushed. “Okay, Donny, don’t remind me again. I never meant to hurt you. But today, and all of our fuck buddy hookups since we divorced, I’ve loved every one of them. Now go make your new wife happy. You do her like you just did me, as long as she isn’t a freak like I am – and you’ve told me she isn’t—you’ll be happy, you both will.”
Dolly thought back to when she realized the marriage wasn’t going to survive, but had not yet gotten all that she needed to arrange so that the transition would not harm either of them financially or hurt their children more than the fact of any divorce hurts. She stayed and did without, for the most part, at least when she was in town. She turned to the sensual power of her imagination and the technological power of her vibrator to fill the gaps. She’d always had a rich imagination, fueled by her many real-life conquests, and she didn’t even have to imagine fiction when constructing elaborate scenarios of passionate sex – she just mixed and matched from the fabric of her horny life.
But back to the present, now that her oldest child had gone to college and her youngest had just been accepted to begin next year, her role as “Mom” had diminished to texts, phone calls, the odd weekend visit and trying to keep tabs on her handsome, independent high school senior who was low maintenance and while unaware of his mother’s Dolly dates, was able to emotionally handle her healthy local, public dating life. “Mom, I know what beautiful women look like, and it isn’t gross for me to be aware that my mom is beautiful. My sister didn’t get her good looks in a vacuum, and my dad’s handsome, it’s not like he wasn’t going to marry a great looking woman. And you even dress down in sweats and pony tails when my friends are coming over so they don’t all start pissing me off with ‘Milf this’ and ‘Milf that”. But I’m not a baby, don’t wait up, I’ve got sexy dates of my own.
Oh, that boy is going to be popular when he gets to college, Dolly mused. Then she realized, he already was popular, and thank God he’d heeded the safe sex talks both his father and mother gave him when he burst into manhood seemingly all in one summer at age fourteen.
So for a while Dolly tried to satiate her primal needs, the type of needs that eventually drove her to become the Dolly Jewel we know from her web site, with her fantasy and a Costco sized supply of batteries. Inside those elaborate fantasies were several secrets. First, perhaps foremost, was Ashley from down the street. Ashley was a willowy redhead who lived a few blocks away. There was something about her, a frankness, a way of looking at Dolly that stirred something deep within her. Perhaps someday.
Dolly had only occasionally by the time of her divorce been bisexual. Most of the time, save for threesomes with a hot, well-cocked man, one on one with a woman held little interest for her. She liked men. No, she loved men. She loved their bodies, the way they moved, the way they smelled, and the way they fucked. But that started to grow after Dolly’s divorce, when she felt freed-up to add to her list of lovers now that there were no vows to concern her. And oh, there was something about Ashley that made Dolly dream of fucking her. She fantasized about the two of them together, sprawled on the king size bed, a sweaty tangle of fingers and tongues. And yes, since divorce, there had been women, and regarding women Dolly admitted she was much choosier and had different standards than she did for men. And Ashley was a former model, a total Milf in her own right, dressed sexy, was flirty…except for the red hair, she reminded Dolly of Blake Lively’s character in “A Simple Favor” in terms of style and sexiness. If you haven’t seen the movie, rent it. You’re welcome.
Another secret was Brendan. Brendan was one of the neighborhood kids, now grown to young adulthood. Twenty-something, still single, out of college, seemed to be working for his father’s supply company for a couple years while he decided on a more permanent direction, and had even assisted the coaches for a team Dolly’s son had played on in high school. She knew him well enough to stop and spend a few minutes chatting with him when their paths crossed at one of the local stores.
Just under six feet tall, sandy haired and green eyed, he was one of those self-possessed young men who moved and spoke with genuine warmth and quiet confidence. Even so, he was just young enough (twenty-five?) to be off the fuck target radar in Dolly’s mind, even though he was by any measure an adult, and “legal”, but he never entered her fantasy life except for an overhead conversation at a street party.
She’d been sitting quietly at a bistro table on the sidewalk, under the shade of a Spanish oak, checking work email, when the snippet of conversation floated on the wind to her. She remembered it clearly, two women, talking in hushed tones. They were playing a private game of kill, marry, fuck while people watching.
“What about Brendan?”
“Oh god, I’d fuck that boy, but he’d probably kill me.”
Quiet laughter.
“You’re bad! He’s your son’s age.”
“Wouldn’t matter, my son’s in grad school, Brendan’s an adult and fucks like one. I’ve fingered myself for years over him, ever since that South Beach senior class pool party and let me just say, he’s packing some serious heat downstairs.”
“Oh my god, you’re such a size queen.”
“You know it. Britney told me the reason he doesn’t have a serious girlfriend is because the young one’s can’t handle him.”
“Details! I need details.”
“My daughter told me that Shannon and Mitchell’s daughter, Julie, went out with him for a while when they were both in college. One afternoon during winter break Shannon came home and caught them fucking, a little holiday afternoon delight when they must have thought the coast was clear and everyone would be at the mall shopping. He had her on her hands and knees on the living room floor. He was fucking her from behind and she was moaning like she was a little whore.”
“Oh god! What did Shannon do?”
“According to my daughter, nothing. Shannon just stood there open mouthed and watching while he treated Julie like a fuck toy. Poor Shannon was lost in shock and awe while he turned her daughter inside out by his horse-cock. She says Julie couldn’t walk right for a week and Shannon couldn’t stop talking about it every time she had a pair of martinis.”
“She was probably wishing it was her split open on his cock.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it, give that woman a cocktail and she’s giving her tail to the nearest cock. She’s probably fucked half the club by now, including the staff.”
Dolly furtively glanced around for the source of the conversation but couldn’t identify them, though she did know about Shannon being the club slut—well, except for Dolly, that is, but Dolly managed to keep her fuckathons on the down low. Amazing what the promise of future blowjobs and intercourse in exchange for discretion could accomplish when Dolly actually paid off those promises with amazing fuck and suck sessions.
The block party faded in time, but the conversation about Brendan stayed vivid in Dolly’s memory. She tried to ignore it, but it remained there, twisting and turning. Sometimes she imagined she was Shannon, watching Brendan treat her daughter like a fuck-toy. Sometimes she imagined she was Julie, Shannon’s well-fucked daughter, on her hands and knees, moaning as Brendan’s cock plunged in and out of her. Other times she imagined it was her moaning and whimpering as Brendan’s long and thick cock ravaged her.
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When she crossed paths with Brendan she furtively glanced at his crotch. He usually wore loose fitting pants, so it was hard to tell how well-endowed he was. However, once, as he turned to greet her, she saw a significant bulge and that was all she needed to add fire to her fantasies. That night, and for many nights afterward, her fantasies revolved around her kneeling helpless in front of him and him forcing the thick head of his cock between her lips and into her mouth, his quiet voice commanding her to suck the cum from his balls. Each time, with her fingers or her vibrator or both, she would bring herself to a shuddering and intense orgasm, sometimes more than once. More than one fuck buddy during that time period was replaced in Dolly’s mind by thoughts of Brendan. A smirk. Imagining a twenty-something while fucking other lovers… Oh God, yes, she was. Including one time when Brendan’s dad was the clandestine lover she was riding. Maybe that horse-cock thing skips a generation, she thought afterward, since Daddy had been comfortably average but not larger, though skilled fingers on both Dolly’s hand and on Brendan’s dad’s hand still delivered Dolly to cum-ville. But yes, fucking the father did make the fantasy of fucking the adult-son so much hotter.
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Dolly never intended to do more than fantasize. On a quiet late Saturday she’d gone to the local church farmer’s market, which by November featured many Christmas items, and ordered several wreathes and gift baskets for the season. The vendor promised to have them delivered that evening and Dolly had simply gone about her business. She stopped for salad, fish and a bottle of wine, then the drive home for an evening of movie watching, her son being at his father’s that weekend.
Once home she kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her to enjoy her dinner. A plate of dinner and two glasses of white later she was watching a movie she’d seen before and idly wondering if the leading man had really gone down on the supporting actress, who had been writhing convincingly, when the doorbell rang. She hit pause, took a sip of wine, and padded across the living room floor.
A glance through the peephole revealed a stack of wreaths obscuring the face of the delivery boy. Dolly opened the door and said, “Come on in, bring them into the living room.” She turned and led the way deeper into the house. She walked back to the living room and cleared a space on the tempered glass coffee table. “Set them here for now.” She stepped aside as the delivery boy moved past her. There was something familiar about him.
Brendan!
She caught her breath at the unexpected sight. If he was aware of it he gave no sign.
“Hi Mrs. Jewel. I saw your name on the delivery list and thought ‘Hey, I know where that house is.'”
“Brendan,” Dolly stammered, quickly regaining her composure. “You surprised me. I wasn’t expecting someone I knew.”
He smiled. “I volunteered to help with the deliveries. The church gets a cut. I thought it would be a good way to get into the season of giving, and I help out with some of the youth groups at the church as an advisor so it sets a good example. I didn’t expect to see someone I knew on the list. You’re my last delivery of the night.”
“Well,” Dolly said, “doesn’t that make me the lucky one. I was just enjoying a glass of wine and a movie night.” She gestured at the TV and glanced over as Brendan followed her gaze.
There, on the big screen, paused and crystal clear, was the actress, naked, her back arched and her nipples hard, her mouth open in a frozen gasp of pleasure.
“Oh my God.” Dolly yelped, snatching up the remote and scrambling for the off button. Instead, she hit play. A prolonged cry of ecstasy filled the room as the actress shuttered and slowly descended, her head tossing back and forth.
She hit the off button on her second try. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” She felt the blush rushing up her cheeks. “I didn’t, I mean, I wasn’t aware.” Truthfully, the devil on one of Dolly’s shoulders hoped that Brendan would take the hint and treat Dolly like the supporting actress was being treated on screen, but ever a lady in the neighborhood with the neighbors—at least the ones she wasn’t fucking, that is—Dolly tried to listen to the angel on her other shoulder who told her to apologize and try to make an excuse for the sex on the screen. And Brendan wasn’t a neighbor she was fucking. “Yet,” said the Devil to the Angel.
Brendan chuckled softly and reassuringly. “It’s okay Mrs. Jewel. It’s a good movie. I’ve seen it before.”
“I’m so sorry,” Dolly said, “I didn’t even realize where I’d paused it.”
“Oh, that’s okay Mrs. Jewel. I think I might have paused on that scene a time or two.” Brendan said with a wry smile.
“You’re bad!” Dolly said, while the voice in her head thought “Oh my god, now I’m flirting with him!” She felt her cheeks start to flush again. She felt the lower part of her body start to respond, too. “He’s legal, you’re single…” that imaginary Devil whispered in her ear.
Brendan smiled more broadly. “Mrs. Jewel, that’s a pretty serious blush you’ve got going there.”
Dolly took a deep breath to compose herself, aware of Brendan’s green eyes watching her. And his eyes on her helped her nipples join her moistening pussy and blushing cheeks among the parts of her increasingly needy and horny, fit, tanned Milfy body that was responding to Brendan.
“I’m sorry.” Brendan said, “I’ll be heading out now, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He turned and started walking toward the front door.
“Wait,” Dolly said, “I only managed to embarrass myself. It’s not your fault, you don’t have to leave on my account.” The second she said that, she realized that his delivery done, what else did she have in mind for him to stay?
“Thanks. I’ll have a funny memory to keep for this holiday season. Don’t worry, I won’t share it. I’m not sure anyone would believe it anyway, they’d just chalk it up to another one of my fantasies about you.” His tone was light and gently teasing until that last line. Now he blushed. Did he just admit fantasies about Dolly? Now she felt a slight rise of perspiration between her breasts, on her lower back, her neck, her thighs. Her body shifted its self-lubrication into the next gear, one up from starter-mode.
Dolly laughed. “Look, stay a bit, how about a glass of wine?”
“Thank you, nice, a glass of wine would be the perfect end to the day.” Brendan said, glancing toward the bottle, smiling a bit broader. That smile, the confidence that made him seem more like a thirty-something than a twenty-something, more worldly, where did that come from? It made her want to swoon. Swoon! There was that Brendan warmth Dolly remembered. She smirked at him, mouthed, “okay”, poured him a glass of wine and sat on the couch, patted next to her, beckoning him to join her.
Bantering conversation and another glass of wine relaxed Dolly. As they talked, she wondered what he would do if he knew she lately had masturbated to fantasies about him. Her mind was half in the conversation and half in her fantasy as they re-started the movie and settled in to watch.
When Brendan was watching the screen, Dolly studied him carefully. He was in good shape, the t-shirt loosely conforming to his taut torso and lean abs. His arms and shoulders were well muscled without being overbuilt. His hands were well-formed and cared for. When he shifted on the couch she watched his thigh muscles contract and release.
Somewhere in the third act of the movie Dolly decided she wanted him badly. Her body, which was well along in biologically preparing for mating, signaled to her mind, “well look who just caught up!” That emotional want joining the biological, physical hunger was smoldering softly inside her. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, a sense of aching need. She could feel it in her nipples, stiffening and rubbing against her soft camisole. She found herself making small squirming motions so her lace panties strained tantalizingly against her clit and the slowly swelling lips of her pussy.
There was no single thing that took her over the line. It was simply the sum of everything. The way he talked, the way he moved, the scent of him, all layered over her fantasies. And taboo — he was young enough that Dolly would qualify as a cougar for fucking him, that she’d fucked his father, making a rare two-generation sexual liaison for Dolly. Still, for several long and agonizing minutes she sat there, paralyzed with indecision, uncertain how to make the first move, how to take the flirtatious but mostly innocent conversation to the next level.
Her mind flashed through every porn movie scenario she could remember. She flashed through the seductions of her youth, which mostly involved horny men relentlessly and clumsily hitting on her until she agreed. In the end, she reminded herself that Brendan was not a college boy, though he still had a maintenance free body like a college boy. Just a bit more restrained, with that sexy calm exterior that she found so intoxicating.
“Brendan,” She said, ultimately settling on the direct approach, “can I ask you a personal question?” She slid across the couch to move inside his personal space. Brendan turned to look at her, twisting his torso slightly.
“Sure.” He said, holding her eye contact.
Dolly forgot the question and simply leaned in for the kiss. It was simple, deep, and passionate. She felt his hand cradle the back of her neck as they kissed with a rising intensity.
“Not the question I was expecting.” Brendan said with a smile when they broke apart for a moment. “Definitely the question I wanted.” They kissed again, long and lingering, as Brendan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace.
“Mrs. Jewel?” Brendan asked when they broke again.
“Yes?”
“I really want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. You’ve been a fantasy of mine for years.”
Dolly laid her hand on his strong thigh and slowly rubbed it up and down. “Go on…” she told him, opening the door to opportunity wide for this stud.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to restrain myself if we keep going. I want you badly. I want to ravage you. I want to hear you whimper and moan and cry out.” His tone was rich with emotion. Dolly could hear the urgency in his voice, feel it in his body, in the tensed muscles of his leg. She could see it in the intensity of his gaze. There was an eager, trembling, lust inside of him, barely held in check.
She kissed him softly and then whispered in his ear.
“I want you Brendan. I want you to fuck me senseless.” She slid her hand onto his cock. It was long and thick under her hand as she squeezed it. Fuck, she realized, Brendan was very well endowed, maybe not the horse cock of local gossip, but damn close.
“I want you to fuck me anyway you want. I want to scream and cry and moan on your cock. Fuck me anyway you want Brendan. Do whatever you want to me.” Her own words surprised Dolly, but her own lust was simmering right at the point of a rapid boil. Brendan drew in a deep breath and then he moved.
Dolly felt his hand on her thigh, slowly sliding around to the inside, then gradually caressing upward. The faint rasp of his palm over her soft skin was exquisite. The caress was slow and relentless, inching its way upward. She moaned softly and spread her legs wider, opening the path for him.
When the upper edge of his hand grazed against the outer lips of her panty covered cunt she gasped and jolted. Barely touching her he worked his hand in a sawing motion, using the upper edge against her with increasing pressure.
She pulled him in for a passionate kiss while he rotated his hand, so his entire palm covered her and slowly, firmly, began to fondle, stroke, and massage her. Dolly lost track of time as they kissed, as he caressed her through the satin and lace. The slow build-up had her churning inside as she squirmed and moaned. She could feel the wet heat of her arousal soaking through her panties. His touch was smooth, rhythmic, and thorough. When he brushed her sensitive clit, or pressed alongside of it and above it, she felt herself pulsing and throbbing. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he slid his hand from beneath her skirt and pulled away.
Standing in front of her, a few feet away, Brendan stripped. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and stripped them down his legs. She could see the hard outline of his full cock pressed tightly against his shorts, a prominent wet spot near the tip, precum dripping out from his own arousal. His pants tangled with his shoes and it took him a moment to kick them off, then finish stripping his pants. He stood briefly on one foot and discarded his socks.
Then, he hooked his thumbs in his underwear and slowly stripped them down, his cock springing free. Dolly gasped, fuck, she thought, not a horse-cock, but damn he was big. Longer than her ex-husband’s perfectly satisfying cock and easily twice as thick, circumcised, with a prominent plum shaped head, dark with desire. Bigger than his father’s cock, which she suddenly remembered she’d experienced more than once. Query–had father and son every discussed sex, the divorced local dad and the stud son? Whatever, Brendan’s balls were large and tight against the base. The whole area was framed by curls of neatly trimmed hair. He’s going to fuck me with that, Dolly thought while she stared, he’s going to put all of it into me. Her body’s fluid was thickening, responding to her brain processing the cock visuals.
Brendan having stripped, it was Dolly’s turn. She stood up from the couch, her skirt falling down, and reached out to grab him by the cock. It filled her hand, warm and heavy. She closed her fingers on the shaft, thrilled by the realization she couldn’t quite grasp it all the way around. He groaned under her touch and that excited her even more. She led him from the living room by his cock, pulling him by the cock.
As Dolly led Brendan down the hallway to the master bedroom she was struck by the visual. Here she was, a mature woman in her early 40’s, fully clothed, leading the younger man naked through her house. If possible, it turned her on even more. Beneath her clothes her nipples ached and her pussy was so wet it felt creamy. Brendan’s cock, throbbing in her hand, seemed heavy and hot. She was going to get fucked in her former marital bed by this young stud, a bed in which she had previously given herself to his own father, and the thought of it nearly blinded her with lust.
Inside the bedroom she turned toward him, and his naked body melted against hers. They kissed, long and passionately. Brendan’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Dolly’s breasts mashed into his chest, her nipples rasped against her camisole and drew a moan from her. His hands slid down her back to cup and squeeze her ass, pulling her hips and stomach tight into him. His cock was sandwiched between then, jutting upward, pressed against her abdomen.
Brendan backed her the last few feet to the bed and Dolly felt the edge of it. He kept pressing forward and she leaned backward as he lowered her onto the soft white comforter, his body leaning over hers, still locked in that slow and deep kiss.
Brendan broke the kiss and stood up. Dolly saw that the tight embrace has smeared his precum over his cock, so it was wet and shiny. God damn, she thought, what a gorgeous cock. It was long and thick, curved slightly upward from urgency, beautifully veined, the head was plump and full.
He placed a hand in the center of her chest to hold her down and slid the other between her thighs. Dolly spread them open, lifting her legs and bending them at the knees to give him full access. He briefly rubbed her pussy through her underwear and she lifted her hips, so he could slide them off. He didn’t. He curled his hand in them and with one swift pull he ripped her panties off. Her hips jolted upward before the seams parted and she was naked from the waist down.
Dolly felt Brendan slide her upward onto the bed, crawling after her so he was kneeling between her wide-open thighs. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her a few inches until she was level with his cock, the weight of it laying over her pubic bone and onto her stomach. Dolly looked down at it, that long thick shaft, the head of it resting just below her navel.
“Fuck me.” She said out loud, wondering momentarily if it was going to fit. “But I need you to wear a condom, there’s one in the night stand”. She nodded her head to indicate the side of the bed with her alarm clock, though in truth there were condoms in both, Dolly being the sole full time occupant of the bed since the divorce.
“Yes.” Brendan replied, his voice a near growl and her rummaged briefly before removing the foil wrapper marked “Magnum XL” from the drawer. He opened it, placed the condom in Dolly’s hand. “Put it on me.” He told her. It wasn’t a request. She bit her bottom lip with the sexiness of being ordered by him in her own bed. She complied, grasping his cock and moving it toward the entrance of her pussy. She hesitated, and raised her eyes to his. Waiting for another command, she raised her eyebrows. He didn’t disappoint, as he grinned a wicked grin and said “Now put it in.” She burst into a smile as would anyone receiving a coveted reward, and rubbed that wonderful head against herself, parting her lips with the tip, spreading herself open. She was past thinking. She was little more than the lust coursing through her body.
Holding her firmly by the hips Brendan paused for a moment, then slowly pulled her onto his cock. Dolly felt herself opening as the sheathed swollen head slid in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She gasped as she felt herself stretching, widening, to accommodate his girth. The sensation was a mixture of near pain and pleasure. The pleasure burned any pain away as she let out a long, soft, wordless cry, arcing her back, her head pressing into the bed. Brendan pulled her onto his cock slowly and steadily. Dolly’s hand flew to her clit, trapping it between two fingers and rubbing herself, pressing down in both sides.
The orgasm that hit her was fast and savage. The long foreplay had taken her close to the edge and now the sensation of his cock sliding slickly into her, her smoothly hairless pussy widening to accept it, her fingers rubbing and squeezing her pulsing clit was too much for her. She moaned and cried out as she tried to thrust her hips downward. Brendan kept a firm grasp on her as she twisted and squirmed, never stopping the forward motion of his cock, sliding deeper and deeper into her. The harder Dolly’s sex clenched his cock the harder he pulled her onto it.
Her full body orgasm had Dolly twisting and flailing on the bed, her hands spread out and grasping the comforter, her fists clenching and bunching it up in her hand. Her entire body strained and shook. Her body’s most sacred opening locked Brendan’s cock inside of her, fully buried, filling her like she had never been filled before. Brendan held her in position as she moaned and trembled in wave after wave. As her orgasm slowly subsided he eased her down on the bed, his full weight resting on her.
“Oh, sweet God.” Dolly finally gasped, tangled emotions rushing through her. As she regained the ability to talk, she babbled. She had no idea where it came from and she couldn’t stop.
“Your cock, oh fuck me, is it all in? All of it? Fuck it’s big, fuck it’s filling me, fuck it’s hard, fuck it’s hard, fuck it’s too big, fuck it’s beautiful, fuck it’s hard, fuck I came, fuck I never cum like that, fuck what am I, fuck what kind of slut am I, fuck I want you to fuck me, please fuck me like a rag doll, fuck me senseless Brendan, fuck me stupid, fuck me hard, you hear me, hard, fuck me like you own me, own my pussy, own me, fuck it, make me scream for it, for your cock.”
You’d think I’ve never had great sex before, she momentarily thought. “I practically invented great sex!” She complimented herself in thought. And yet, none of her past sexual conquests mattered, this was beyond hot. Brendan held her tightly, pinned beneath him, until she stopped trembling. Only then did he start to move, flexing his hips and working his cock around inside of her. Dolly felt him moving back and forth in small strokes, stirring inside of her, rolling his hips and twisting so he touched different parts of her, slow and thorough. She lay under him, his body pressing hers down, and whimpered at the sensation.
He gradually increased the length of his strokes, though not the tempo. Longer and longer strokes, sliding in and out of her, until she began to fuck back, her hips grinding her cunt on his cock. She could feel the fire of another orgasm starting to build within her, slowly, like a distant wave approaching the shore.
He rose and pulled her camisole and ripped it open, exposing her full breasts with their hard, dark nipples. His hands slid over them, filling his palm, squeezing and releasing. He trapped her nipples between his finger and thumb, squeezing them tightly in a firm pinch. A touch of pain shot through body and she whimpered softly. He pulled on her nipples, lifting them, her breasts elongating. As her back started to arc upwards, he held her for a moment or two, then released her. She cried out wordlessly as the blood rushed back to the sensitive tips, a sharp and stinging pain punching through the pleasure for a moment, replaced by a rushing heat.
She felt the wave approaching, rising and rising. He fucked her relentlessly, his eyes closed, his face a mask of concentration, his cock churning within her. Dolly moaned and whimpered uncontrollably, lost in the pure pleasure, the room filled with the wet sound of their fucking.
“Inside, inside, inside,” Dolly gasped in quick succession. Brendan increased the tempo of his thick cock plunging in and out of her. His own orgasm was approaching along with hers. Dolly’s hand slid down her stomach, between their sweat slick bodies, and she again caught her clit in the scissor of her finger, rubbing and squeezing it tightly. She wanted to tell him she was going to cum but lost the words inside of a rising moan.
Brendan groaned, deep and animal like, and Dolly felt the warm surging throb and pulse when he came inside of his magnum. The pulsing of his cock inside of her, the feeling that his magnum was being filled and that tense illogical uncertainty of whether there’d be so much virile cum that the condom would burst (yet later Dolly can always admit that she knows darn well a condom is designed to hold whatever a cock can deliver, even a horse cock), and the rhythmic pressure of her fingers on her clit brought the wave crashing down upon her. She heard her cries like a distant voice as she came again. Her body went rigid and her hips thrust back and forth, hard and sharp and uncontrollable.
Brendan’s body slowly descended onto hers, her nipples pressing into his flush and sweat soaked chest. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, even as the after waves of her orgasm washed through her in a series of tremors of decreasing intensity.
When Brendan slowly pulled his cock from her the sensation of her lips being pulled outward, clinging to the shaft, was enough to send another set of mini-orgasms rippling through her, ending with her curled on her side facing away from him. She reached back blindly and found his cock with her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, grasping the now-filled Magnum XL tightly, then together they removed it, and with a snide grin that Dolly and Brendan shared, he tossed it, open side down, on the top of her sweaty toned inner thigh, so that his seed could ooze onto her well fucked body, so close to the promised land that he had been inside moments earlier. They lay side by side, gasping to catch their breath.
Dolly rolled over to face Brendan. He lay sprawled in his back, chest rising and falling. She stared at his cock, still semi-hard, slick and covered in his own cum from the inside of the condom. She slowly stroked her hand up and down, watching the cum smear between her fingers. He groaned.
“Mrs. Jewel…” he started to say something, then groaned again, his cock twitching.
“Hush.” She said, then twisted a bit more to bring her lips nearer to him. A quick pause, though, to look into his eyes and huskily whisper, “I do want you to hush, but you should know I love hearing you call me ‘Mrs. Jewel'”, then she blushed and blew a stream of warm air across the head. He moaned and twitched again. She squeezed slightly harder and lengthened her stroke, slickly sliding her fingers up and down. He started to harden under her grip. She blew again, and he twisted and moaned.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip. She ran her tongue around it, tasting him for the first time. Wishing that somehow he could taste them both together, but she knew it could never be, not without an intermediary hand or mouth on which to mix sex fluids. With her other hand she reached down and cupped his balls. She licked and sucked in the tip, drawing more moans from him. Cupping the shaft, she gazed her lips down the length and when she reached the base, slid her tongue out and licked from the base to the head, catching another tongue full of cum, a cat licking cream. She slowly licked the entire shaft clean of cum, pausing three times to swallow.
Dolly turned her attention to his balls, cupping them softly, kissing them, then sucking one into her mouth. He moaned as her tongue swirled around it, lapping up the cum smeared there. When it was clean she pulled her head back slightly, stretching the ball upward, then releasing it with a pop. She turned her attention to the other ball, sucking it in, licking it clean, and then releasing it with a pull and a pop.
Brendan’s pleasure pole was hard and full again, his cock laying against his lean abdomen. As sensitive as her pussy was Dolly knew to fuck him again would be a mistake. Post orgasm, combined with his size, made the prospect more painful than pleasant. She lifted his cock by the base, so it stood straight up, and took the head into her mouth again, tongue swirling.
She lost herself in the act, kissing, sucking, licking him with abandon. She lavished attention on him, sliding up and down the shaft, cupping his balls and caressing them. She could only take a few inches into her mouth and it filled it completely, her lips stretched wide. She moved her head up and down, sucking what she could while she stroked and squeezed the shaft with her other hand.
Brendan moaned and twisted, hips rising and falling. It was his turn to clench the comforter tightly in his fists while his beautiful body writhed in pleasure. Dolly slid two fingers down the taint, pressing lightly. Brendan twisted and tried to pull away. Dolly sucked harder, found his anus and rubbed it with her finger tips, smearing her saliva around the ring.
She placed her middle finger against the entrance and pressed very lightly. He jerked his hips up, shoving more of his cock into her mouth unexpectedly. Dolly nearly gagged but pulled her head back so it was comfortable again and continued sucking him while massaging his ass with gradually increasing pressure.
His moans filled the room. When she slipped just the tip of her finger in, he cried out and trembled. She pulled her mouth off his cock. Precum surged from the tip and a rivulet ran down the shaft.
“Mrs. Jewel!” He gasped out, again pleasing Dolly by addressing her in that way, “Please, please let me cum!” She pressed her finger inward a half inch.
“Oh god Mrs. Jewel! Please, please, please”, he pleaded. She pressed harder, his anus opened, and her finger slid in, smoothly and deeply to the base.
His orgasm was explosive and instant. The first pulsing jet of cum splashed against the hollow of her throat, surprising her. The second splashed into the underside of her chin. Dolly rapidly dropped her head and opened her mouth, engulfing him as the next splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed and sucked hard, tightening her lips around his cock. Another pulse filled her mouth. She pumped her finger in and out of his ass and a smaller jet spilled on her tongue. She finger-fucked him and sucked, each diminishing squirt filling her mouth.
When Brendan finally stopped cumming she pulled her finger from his ass, drawing a long groan from him. He lay quivering on the comforter. She looked up at him. His eyes were open staring at her. Rising up, she opened her mouth slightly and let some of the cum run from her mouth, turning her head and twisting her body slightly so it fell onto her full breast, coating the nipple, flowing down curve of her breast and sliding down her stomach.
She moved up alongside him and sprawled on her back, shattered and cum-drunk. Her body glistened with sweat. Her left breast, with its nude-sunbathing darkened nipple, was coated in cum. Cum was smeared across her stomach. Cum dripped from the well-used Magnum, so close but safely not directed right at her pussy, sliding down her inner thighs. With the back of her hand she wiped the cum from her mouth and chin and then licked her hand, again tasting the rich semen that had filled her.
“Oh my god,” Brendan said, “I never came like that!” Dolly smiled, moving closer to curl against him. She slid her hand down his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, to his softening cock and his balls. She cupped them lightly.
“This is wasted on those young women you date Brendan. And even though it turned me on for you to call me ‘Mrs. Jewel’, now that we’ve fucked each other like we just did, please, call me Dolly. This,” she said, scooping up some cum from her breast with a fingertip, “puts us on a first name basis.” She licked her finger clean and then snuggled closer against him.
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure! Enjoy!