"So it was good?" he asked smiling.
"One of the best I've ever had, and believe me, that's saying something!" Then looking at her trembling hands she said, "God, I'm still shaking. Boy if you fuck half as well as you eat pussy this is going to be a hell of a night."
Evan smiled and lifting her off the counter carried her to his bed saying,
"I guess we'll have to find that out eh?" Then after softly laying her on the bed he said, "Now after all that teasing back at the bar I gotta see those big tits of yours baby." Cassie smiled and said,
"Oh, of course as long as you promise to give them some attention they've been feeling left out thus far." She said removing her shirt leaving her only in her bra. She went to remove that, but paused saying, "Wait, you take off your shirt first baby." Evan quickly complied and Cassie immediately removed her bra revealing her DD tits.
Evan leapt onto the bed and pushing Cassie onto her back he immediately attacked the fleshy mounds. He grabbed a handful of each and lowered his mouth to her right to suck the hard eraser size nipple. Cassie's tits were apparently a sensitive zone because not long after he began playing with her tits she began moaning and squirming in pleasure.
Evan switched nipples sucking on her left and for a while he simply played with and sucked on her tits. It was not long before he had her on the way to another orgasm and in order to help her along his right hand slid down her flat stomach and between her legs to her tight pussy.
"OH GODDD!" she cried out spreading her legs to give him access while he sunk two fingers in the dripping hole. Not long after he heard her cry out in pleasure and felt her velvety walls clamp down on his finger as her cum flowed from her sweet pussy.
Evan sat up and just watched his beautiful companion shake in orgasm. She made for quite the arousing sight in that moment. Her long dark hair flared out behind her like a halo, her dark eyes wide open in pure pleasure. While she heaved for breath, her big tits rose and fell with each gasp. His admiration of her body continued down past her flat stomach and pussy to her amazingly shapely legs.
He lay on his side next to her and kissed her on the cheek before asking,
"How are your tits feeling now baby, still feeling left out?" She gave no response except to roll over on top of him pushing him flat to the bed and said,
"No baby, it's my pussy that feels left out." She said reaching for his hard shaft lining it up with her wet pussy. "I want you in me so bad it hurts." Then without delay she lowered herself onto his shaft letting out a long moan as she did.
When it was all the way in Cassie sat up and began riding him up and down. Evan reached out and gripped her wide hips to help her, before moving his hands around to grab her full, tight ass. She moaned in delight as he did. After a while she began to slow and Evan reached up and pulled her close to him before he rolled them both over so he was on top. He then increased his pace and Cassie's moans grew louder. Soon after she began playing with her own nipples as he fucked her hard.
Some time later Cassie began moaning,
"OHH GODDD, FUCK ME! COME ON BABY JUST LIKE THAT I'M ALMOST THERE!!!"
Then she screamed out and came the pressure on his shaft was enough to push Evan over the edge. His whole body shook as he shot his seed deep in her warm depths. When it was over they lay together cuddled in each others arms.
After awhile Cassie asked him,
"Evan, why didn't you talk to Carrie?" Evan was confused and said
"Who?"
"Carrie the brunette at the bar tonight, why didn't you talk to her? I know you wanted to." Evan thought it an odd question given the situation, but answered,
"Ah, well, I don't know she seemed like such a mess and I didn't want the drama I guess. I mean a girl that hot by herself on Valentine's Day, why?"
"Because he ex was a jerk and broke up with her on her birthday a few days ago."
"Wow! That is bad," then a pang of guilt hit him, "Then she tried to attract me over but I couldn't get out of the game and my own head long enough to accept the invite. She opened herself to me and I slammed the door didn't I?" Cassie nodded and Evan asked,
"I really blew it with a great girl tonight didn't I?" Cassie chuckled and said,
"Several actually, the four in the corner for example they were a doctor, an architect, a teacher, and a dentist and not a one snooty or fancy. Just four great down to earth girls, I think they even thought you were cute. Of course you missed the giggling discussion that broke out shortly after you walked in. Oh, and the red-head, a young local librarian having a night out alone because dating opportunities aren't great when you have to dress conservative all day and spend hours in a library. "
"Then there was the bartender who had to nearly knock her over the head to get me to take her home." Evan said smiling
"Yes, well, it was well worth the effort sir." She said kissing him before adding, "By the way you fuck better than you eat pussy, but it was a close race."
"Well thank you, but somehow I get the feeling I really missed out with Carrie. I mean those others would have made for fun stories, especially the librarian."
"Yes, and the blonde dentist would have been fun too, you know the one you thought was a model?" Evan was started to get an odd vibe about Cassie again. As if sensing this she said, "Oh come on Evan I saw you staring at her ass as she walked out don't tell me you didn't think she could be a model, but we digress."
"Yes, Carrie."
"Ah yes, another successful woman. A teacher, laid back, loves kids, wants a pair of her own in fact. Likes men who look like, well you. She's a Cubs fan, takes good care of herself and even likes to canoe and camp. Oh, and she's your type if I'm not mistaken. Yep she was a keeper that one. As a watcher of love I was rather disappointed by your lack of action on that one Evan, you really could have made something special tonight, and not just for yourself for her too.
"You really need to be more open to love, just because it was commercialized today doesn't make the emotion behind it evil. After all you were happy enough for your friends finding it tonight were you not? Or is it deeper than a few stupid rules about a holiday. Are you afraid or feel you are unworthy of love?"
Evan did not answer the conversation had gotten too deep now. Ordinarily he would have been furious at what she was saying, but for some reason this woman put him at ease and he found himself answering,
"I guess I am scared," he admitted, "But I don't really know why. I hide my fear behind stupid excuses- the game, the holiday, my rules, or when all that fails I convince myself she's crazy or I'm not good enough."
"Well trust me Evan, she wasn't and you are good enough. If you could just open yourself to love that is. Oh, and let the world in a bit, I must say you are an amazing guy once people get to know you."
"Really?"
"Yes of course, do you think I would have spent all this time on you if you weren't worth it?"
It was then that the odd feeling Evan had all night made sense he realized what she really was and felt a little honored. It was clear now that she was an agent of love, what exactly he did not know, but he felt glad she had helped him see the truth.
"I guess not." He said finally, in answer to her question then added, "I just really wish I had realized this sooner, like before Carrie had left the bar."
"Yes, a real shame that," She said then added, "But her loss is my gain, especially tonight, goodnight Evan." Evan was a bit alarmed at the abrupt end of the conversation but wished her goodnight and not long after fell asleep.
Evan awoke the next morning to find the bed empty when he got to the kitchen he found a letter on the counter.
Evan,
Thanks for the great night, you were fantastic. Sorry I have to run, but I have to be getting home. So much love to inspire and be inspired by, so little time. Speaking of which in this envelope is something for you that Carrie asked me to give you when you came to your senses. Smart girl that Carrie, knows what she wants, even if it is a bonehead. I have to agree with
her though, you were worth taking a chance on. Like I said Evan, she's a keeper, take good care of her. Anyway thanks again for last night and remember to keep an eye out for love in the world and keep your heart open to receive it.
With Love,
C. Upidette
PS Next time I may not be around to bail you out, so please just go talk to the girl. That is if you need a next time...
In the envelope was a napkin with the name Carrie Morris and a phone number written on it. Evan smiled thinking it was going to be a beautiful day, even if it was Monday.
The End.
The Return of Justin D'Enfer
"Happy birthday, Adele. 90 years old, what an accomplishment."
"Thanks, Brenda. You're so good to me."
"Is there anything else can I get for you? Do you want to blow out your candle now?"
"No, Brenda sweetheart. Just keep dripping the wax on my tits, I love all those little points of fire."
The sun was dropping in the western sky, throwing red light over the deck overlooking the lake. It was summer, and Brenda Reese was wearing a t-shirt and shorts in the warm evening. She was a medium height redhead with blue eyes and heavily freckled. Her body was chubby and her full breasts were confined in a halter top under her t-shirt.
Adele Tailleferre sat on an ornate metal chair in front of an elegant metal table perched on a cushion that made her backside more comfortable. She was naked under her open robe, her breasts splayed out across the table top reaching ten inches. Her nipples were three inches wide. A long mane of white hair fell back over her shoulders, and her face was lined with less wrinkles than other women her age. Licking her lips, she looked at her private nurse as she leaned back. "We have a goal tonight, and I'm bound and determined to make it."
"You've taken more than I thought, Auntie, but are you sure you'll get through 90 candles tonight?"
"Call me an optimist. My old bones have been giving me problems lately, and I need something to take my mind off my aches and pains. Besides, that's number 47, isn't it?"
"48"
"See, we're over halfway there." She took a sip of white wine from a flute at her right hand, and took a deep breath. "Let's keep going," she said in a bright, cheerful voice.
Brenda gave her a questioning look, and took the birthday candle to drip another series of dots on the wrinkled flesh. She worked methodically, spacing the blobs of wax evenly on the tender skin, avoiding the dots from the previous passes. Adele smiled as she watched the younger woman work, licking her lips as the points of fire hit her flesh. "Did you hear anything from the family today?" the younger woman asked.
"A couple of cards, Justin sent me some flowers, Prudy sent me a report of her little horde with a ton of pictures."
"How old are the kids now?"
"Almost 4. Two girls and a boy, cute little bastards I admit. Glad it's not me."
"Kids are so cute at that age."
"It's a matter of perspective. Little rug rats are a hyperactive nuisance. I'd rather wait until they're 18, and teach them how to party, have sex, smoke MaryJane and masturbate."
Brenda shook her head. "You are the most different senior citizen I've ever known, Adele."
"Thanks, sweetie. I love you too."
The candle burned down and Brenda used the last to light another one with blue stripes. Adele looked up at it with fascination and bit her lip. The younger woman waited until a large dollop of wax was ready to fall before allowing it to strike the edge of the older woman's nipple. Adele yelped and sucked in a deep breath through her teeth as another two shots hit her tender skin. "Time to take this off, Dearie. Use the razor and the pad." With a smirk, Brenda blew out the little candle and flipped open a man's straight razor, which she used to pare off the hard casing from Adele's tits, taking care not to nick the skin. After than, she used a wet green scrubber to finish the job, revealing two long cylinders of splotched pink. "Oh dearie, I'm feeling so much better," she said as her gnarled hands tenderly stroked her dugs, squeezing and pinching her nubs. "These old funbags are still holding up well. Just can't wait until Justin gets home."
"Do you want to go on, Adele?"
"Oh yes, sweetie, I can take the rest of the candles, no problem. Light my fire."
Brenda relit the candle and resumed her work. "I heard from Justin today, he should be home the day after tomorrow, or the next."
"Oh goodie. How's his trip going?"
"He hates it. The Middle East is a tense place, so he hasn't gotten away from his hotel much, hasn't been able to drink and screw as much as he likes, and the negotiations have been ugly. Got to see the dedication of the new skyscraper in Dubai, and he says that's the highlight of the time there."
"Wow, like being in a Baptist Bible School for 6 months. If seeing a new skyscraper dedication is the highlight, he must have had a shitty time. I bet he's foaming at the mouth waiting to get home."
"He hasn't said too much about how he's feeling. Talked less than a minute yesterday when he called, wouldn't wait for me to bring you the phone."
"Wow, he's pissed. When he's angry, he hardly says a word. Always been like that."
"I think we should be ready for anything when he gets back."
"Yippee. It's been like being a nun here while he's been gone."
"Sure, Adele. Are you ready for another birthday candle?"
"Bring it on, Sweetie."
Three days later, Brenda and Adele were waiting in the playroom for Justin to return. The walls were covered with many kinds of whips and restraints, a St. Andrew's Cross stood at one end, while two sets of stocks were nearby, one for restraining head and hands, the other held a tit press. The women sat at a beautiful Oak table: Adele wore a silk dressing gown while Brenda was clad in a halter top and shorts. The door opened with a bang and heavy footsteps made booming echoes as Justin moved through the house. The women looked at each other in apprehension and delight.
Justin descended the steps heavily, and frowned to find his women there. He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, slender and strong, clean shaven with long blond hair and blue eyes. On a warm summer's day, he wore a polo shirt and faded jeans. Moving across the room, he bent down to give his aunt a peck on the cheek. "How's it going, Sweetie?" his ancient relative cackled.
"Awful. Shitty. Fucked up. Lost a third of the value of our investments in the downturn."
"We're still rich, aren't we?"
"Shit yes," he said, with an irritated tone. "But these six months overseas were a massive waste of my time. Those Saudi bastards are less connected to reality than Wall Street, and don't get me started on the Gulf states. Fuck the Gulf of Aqaba. I'm ready to start investing Green, there's a couple of possibilities that may pay off in the long run."
"Windmill farms?"
"Maybe. Still checking things out."
"Did you have a good time there?"
"It was shit. No booze, no women, no porn. Hot as hell, too hot to play golf. Lots of casinos, but I don't like that crap. There's better ways to piss away your money."
"Well, you're home now, Sweetie, Brenda and I will take care of you. Sounds like you've got a lot of frustration to work out."
He nodded nervously and look at Brenda. She smiled at him sweetly, her eyes inviting, her hands trembling on the table in front of her, a thin layer of sweat forming on the freckled skin of her breasts.
"Would you like to do something now, Justin?" Brenda asked in a trembling tone.
Striding purposefully behind her, he reached over and scooped her breasts out of the halter top, squeezing them hard and pinching her long nipples. She gasped and her head rolled back and her eyes closed. Adele beamed as she watched, reaching inside her robe to stroke her long breasts. "We've missed you too, Sweetie. It's been too long. What vile, vicious things would you like to do to us?"
A maniacal look came over his face as he mauled the younger woman's tits, his fingers like miniature boa constrictors. "I'd like to tie up your tits, Auntie, nice and tig
ht."
"Yes," Adele said, closing her eyes and pinching her nipples. "And then?"
Twisting Brenda's rock hard nubs savagely, pulling them out and drawing a high pitched yelp from her throat, he growled: "Turn your nipples red."
Adele shivered. "Oh, yes dearie, it's been too long. Did you hear that little nippies, you're going to be red tonight? And then?"
"Turn Brenda's nipples red."
"Sounds good. You'd like that, wouldn't you Brenda?" Brenda sighed and groaned in reply as Justin continued to maul her breasts.
"Then, the vice clamps," he continued.
"For her or me?" Adele asked sweetly.
"You, only for you Auntie."
"I can't wait to feel that cold hard steel. Oh, what about Brenda? Aren't going to do something really savage to her? I'd love to see you do something really vicious to her monster tits, maybe something that will leave a mark."
"Oh yes, master," Brenda whispered. "Leave your mark on me, make me yours forever."
Justin smiled wickedly. "I want to nail Brenda's tits to the table, whip the shit out of her, then fuck her from behind."
Brenda sighed and squeaked again as he gave her boobs a vicious squeeze and twist. Adele's toothless grin filled her wrinkled face and she fondled her own nipples. "Can I suck you when it's over? Lick your excess sperm and her cunt juices off your cock?"
Justin giggled. "Of course, Auntie."
"Well, let's get started," Adele said, opening her robe and pulling her long breasts out onto the table. She reached up for a rope close by, but he shook his head. Giving Brenda's nipples one last squeeze and throwing her heavy breasts hard on the table, he strode around quickly to take the rope off the wall.
Adele beamed as he began to circled around her ancient dugs, wrapping the rope around and around and over her head several times until he created a rope bra for the old woman. Her wrinkled nipples began to erect.
He reached over and pinched her nipples hard, his fingers leaving imprints for a few seconds when he released them. He stroked her flesh and traced the huge brown outline before squeezing her long nipples again. She sighed, and patted his head as he lifted her boob to his mouth where he licked and nibbled gently on her nipple before catching it between his teeth for a hard bite. Leaning over and letting it fall, he traced the tops of her jugs with his hair, paying attention to her large brown buds before kissing her open mouthed for a long time.
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