by Changelings
She whimpered when he slid his hand down her side, over a hip and massaged her pussy through her tan slacks. She was already so hot, and his cock ached to be buried inside the slick folds. Dolly moaned in his ear, taking his earlobe into her mouth and circling it with her tongue.
“Baby, you know that drives me crazy.” Bryce turned her around and sat her on the gazebo swing. Unbuttoning her slacks, he laid butterfly kisses on her abdomen, trailing hot licks around her belly button and down the dip in her hip. He slid her panties down her legs with her slacks, basking in the glory that was pure womanhood. “Oh, my God, Dolly, your pussy is so beautiful.”
“Taste it.” She leaned back and spread her legs, giving him a full view.
“My pleasure.” He opened her sex lips and flicked at her clit with his tongue. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Bryce ran his tongue from top to bottom and back again, tasting her cream, craving it. “Mmm, your pussy tastes so good, and your breasts look beautiful in this light. Pinch your nipples for me, baby.” His cock jerked when she rolled her tight little nubs in between her fingers.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect.” He kept watch on her fingers playing with her nipples as he sucked and licked her clit. When he bit down gently, she bucked into his mouth. He gripped her hips and sucked harder.
“Bryce, that feels so fucking good!” Her hips moved up and down, grinding that sweet pussy against his mouth. He held his tongue out and let her do the work for a minute. Her head flew from side to side and her grip on her breasts tightened. Sliding two fingers into her sodden cunt felt like heaven.
Unable to hold back any longer, Bryce stood between her legs and dropped his jeans and boxers around his ankles. Reaching for her knees, he spread her legs and positioned himself outside her pussy. “Are you ready for this?”
“Fuck me, Bryce! Please!” Dolly now had a white-knuckled grip on the arms of the swing.
Using her knees as leverage, he pulled her onto his cock, using the swing. He entered her slick, hot pussy, and took a minute to adjust and not blow right then. Bryce slid her back, again using the swing. “You are so fucking hot, Dolly!”
He held onto her knees, thrusting hard. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he lifted her out of the seat and sat her in his lap facing him. He took a rosy nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other one. Dolly wriggled to get comfortable with his cock impaling her deeply.
“I want to see these tits bounce as you ride my cock, Dolly.”
Dolly started out slow at first, her hot pussy gliding down his cock, engulfing him in the fiery heat of ecstasy. She leaned back with her hands on his knees, arching her back and pushing her chest out. She began to bounce faster, rolling her hips.
“That’s perfect. Look at those titties bouncing! You’re so hot.” He cupped her breasts and held on tight while soaring to cloud nine. “Faster, Dolly. God, you’re so hot, faster!”
Dolly obeyed and bounced faster, panting and moaning, sending shivers through his body. Bryce could feel his balls tightening while her pussy clenched his engorged cock.
“Bryce, I’m gonna come! Oh, my God! Fuck!” She bounced furiously, bringing them both to the edge of bliss.
His balls began to rise, the feeling of explosion impending. He gripped her hips and pistoned into her like a V8 engine. “Dolly!”
“Bryce, dear God!”
He made two final hard thrusts before he emptied himself into her. He collapsed against the back of the swing, and Dolly fell onto his chest.
“Baby, I must say that you are one amazing lay.”
Dolly sat up, grinning. “Well, hopefully when we’re old, gray and grandparents, you still feel that way.”
“Believe me, baby, you can count on it.” He held her close as her laughter filtered through the night.
Epilogue
The morning after Christmas, Dolly and Bryce took a cab to the airport. He was back in the Pet Taxi, and Dolly kept looking at her ring. He was glad she was happy.
The flight back to Kansas was uneventful, stuffy, and he was alone. He guessed no other pets were traveling today, which was fine with him. The landing was a little rough since they didn’t strap his carrier down all the way, so he flopped around a bit as the Pet Taxi bounced with the touchdown.
His little heart fluttered when he caught sight of Dolly waiting at baggage claim. She gently picked him and their suitcase up off the conveyor belt and walked out to the parking lot. She found a secluded spot around a corner of the building to let him out, and he shifted and dressed quickly. “Where’s BD?” Bryce took the suitcase from her.
Dolly picked up the carrier and walked a little ways through the parking garage before she answered. “BD left a voicemail saying that his lover came home, so he left the Navigator for us.”
“Are you kidding me? I just got out of a cage!”
Tuesday Richards
Tuesday Richards is in the home stretch of college classes, working toward a business management degree. In her free time she works as a marketing coordinator and spends time with her kids. As for her name? No, her parents were not high or drunk -- she was named after “Tuesday’s Gone” by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
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