I continued the pace as she moaned in pleasure, reaching orgasm from my tongue and finger.
Quietly, I pulled my head from her legs and raised myself to standing on both knees. As I inched closer to her waist, I reached for her shoulders and pressed my hips between her thighs. With one hand, I guided myself into her now dripping pussy.
“Now, Kace. Now I’m going to fuck you,” I said as I shoved myself into her completely.
She tugged with each hand against the rope. I had left a little slack in the rope, but her wrists were secured well. She couldn’t get away if she felt the need to. As she pulled with each wrist alternately, I chuckled.
“You aren’t going to get away, little girl. I’m going to fuck you until I’m done,” I assured her.
“Oh God. Do it,” she breathed.
As I began to fuck her without mercy, her ass scooted across the bed of the truck until her head was against the inside of the bed. As her head came in contact with the bed, I reached down and grasped her throat and squeezed lightly. As my grip tightened she smiled and closed her eyes. Carefully, I increased the strength of my grip as I continued to slide my swollen cock in and out of her wetness.
Within a few minutes, her pussy began to contract.
“Slap me,” she said as she opened her eyes.
“Kace?” I asked, unsure of what she wanted me to do.
“Fucking slap me, Shane. Slap me,” she shouted.
In my wildest dreams, I would never guess I would reach a point where I would be comfortable slapping a woman. Ever. Without a doubt, I was fucking her as a much different person that I had been in the past. Maybe I had changed. It took one more request for me to know for certain.
“Slap me!” she bellowed.
She hadn’t actually finished speaking when my hand released her neck and slapped her cheek mildly.
“Oh my fucking God,” she screamed.
“Slap me again, fuck yes. Do it,” she growled as she closed her eyes.
Slap! My hand glanced across her right cheek sharply.
“Oh my god, Shane. Yes. I’m going to…”
Her pussy began to contract, and she opened and closed her eyes repeatedly. As she continued to cum, my cock began to swell in her tightening pussy.
“Oh fuck yes, baby,” I groaned.
“Fuck yes. I’m going to…”
“Cum…”
I came with enough force it felt as if my head was going to explode. I collapsed into a pile on Kace’s chest, exhausted from a climax like no other. My cock still inside of her, I lay there and whispered.
“You okay, babe?” I asked.
“Oh hell yes. I’m perfect, baby. I love you,” she responded.
“You uhhm…” I began.
“Shane, it’s okay if that’s what you’re asking. I want sex like that. Always. Okay?” she assured me.
“Okay.” I responded.
As we remained nestled there in the back of the truck regaining our composure, I considered getting the knife and cutting her free. After a moment, I kissed her lightly and rolled to the side.
“I’m going to get the knife and just cut the ropes. You pulling on them actually tightened them,” I said.
“Okay,” she smiled as she pulled against them again jokingly.
I jumped out of the truck wearing nothing but my socks and grabbed my knife from the pile of clothes on the garage floor.
And the garage door began to open.
“What the fuck?” I screamed.
“Shane!” Kace screamed.
As if in shock, I stood with the knife in my hand, wondering just what was had happening.
Oh, shit. It’s got to be Ripp and Vee. I gave them a remote to the garage.
Instead of the many other options I had to try to resolve the issue, I ran toward the other side of the garage to the wall mounted remote. Frantically, I pushed the down button.
“Shane, I’m tied fucking up!” Kace screamed as she pulled against the ropes.
The garage door continued the upward cycle.
With the garage door now completely opened, I stood naked and stared out into the driveway.
The unmistakable front of Vee’s SUV filled the drive in front of me. Her face covered in horror, and Ripp’s smeared with a huge smile, they stared through the windshield as Vee tossed the vehicle in reverse and screeched the tires. As she backed out of the drive, Ripp rolled down his window and screamed.
“Just come get Casey when you’re done, bro.”
I stood naked, with the knife in my hand, and waved.
When I’m done?
I’m never going to be done.
KACE. When my period finally ends, I am a horny mess. Generally speaking, seeing Shane walk around the house half dressed in jeans, socks, and a wife beater is sometimes more than I can handle. As soon as my period is over, it’s definitely more than I can handle.
“Pull ‘em down,” I demanded.
“Kace, he’s going to wake up,” Shane complained.
“He just went down for a nap, pull ‘em down,” I said as I reached for his belt.
“Kace…”
“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered as I pulled his belt loose.
“Kace, he’s going to…”
“He can’t get up and walk in here, so, shut it, Shane. You don’t like it when I suck your cock?” I asked as I got down on my knees and pulled down on the waist of his jeans.
“I love it when you suck my cock, babe,” he responded as he turned and looked around the room.
“Look down here,” I said as I pulled his half hard cock out of his boxer’s.
“Babe, you know I can’t do that. It drives me crazy,” he whined.
If I ever wanted Shane to fuck me, all I had to do was start sucking his cock. I loved sucking his cock anyway, but he couldn’t stand it for very long. He says it feels too good. Most of the time, he makes it for about five minutes, and he pulls out of my mouth and starts fucking me really good. The problem, if you can call it one, is he only lasts for about fifteen minutes if I suck his cock first. I love it. Seeing him enjoy something I can do or provide makes me happy.
And wet.
I admired his thick cock and opened my mouth. As I began to suck it, I pressed it into my mouth until it would go no further. As I slid my mouth up and down the shaft, he tossed his shirt on the floor, and kicked his jeans to the side.
God, I love seeing you naked.
I glanced up toward his face as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He was looking toward the living room, trying not to pay attention. I slid my mouth down the shaft and licked the tip of his cock and stared upward.
“Say it,” I said as I licked the tip of his cock.
“Kace…”
“Say it,” I licked the tip again.
“Kace, I don’t…”
“You know you want to feel it in my mouth. Deep in my little throat. Say it,” I smiled.
“Suck my cock, you little slut,” he growled as he turned his gaze downward.
“I said suck it,” he demanded as he grabbed my hair in his hand.
There we go.
Instantly.
Wet.
I’ve always thought there was something wrong with me. The things that I desired sexually made me question if I was some type of sexual circus freak. After reading all of the erotica books on my Kindle, I realize I am not the only one out there with these desires. I’m not abnormal, and having certain sexual desires or wants is normal. No matter how weird they may seem to someone else, as long as it’s with the man I love, it’s healthy.
And it makes me cum.
Hard.
“Suck that fucking cock, you little whore,” he said through his teeth as he pulled my hair backward and pushed his cock deeper into my throat.
I felt my wetness begin to literally run down my thigh. Hearing him talk like this, and knowing subconsciously he truly loved me was more than I could take. I may not last the fifteen minutes he normally
lasts if he keeps this up for much longer.
He pulled backward on my hair sharply, and pulled his cock from my mouth. The pain on the back of my scalp tingled as I looked up.
What did I do wrong?
Standing over me with his cock in his hand, he slowly stroked it. I looked up into his eyes and waited. He shook his head slowly and shoved his cock back into my mouth. As he held my hair, pressing my head into his cock, I did my best to please him.
“Suck it,” he grunted.
“Suck that big fat cock.”
“You want me to fuck you? You want to feel that big fucker in that little wet pussy of yours?” he asked.
His cock still in my mouth, I looked up and nodded my head. I felt sharp pain on the back of my head as he pulled my hair and stepped back from where he stood.
“Pull your shorts down, you little cocksucker,” he demanded.
I reached under my dress and fumbled to find my panties. As I eagerly pushed them to mid-thigh, he reached under my dress and yanked them harshly, breaking them from my thighs. He held the torn panties in his hand and turned me around to face the sofa.
“Bend your little ass over and spread your butt cheeks,” he said as he pressed his free hand into my upper back.
Oh god yes.
I bent over the arm of the couch and reached back and spread my lower butt with my fingertips. He dropped the torn panties on the cushion below me and grabbed my waist. As I felt him begin to fill my pussy with his thick cock, I bit my lip and waited.
As his hands gripped my waist, he began to find his rhythm and fuck me forcefully. His hips slapping against me ass made a sound I loved to hear. As I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of our skin slapping together, I began to feel myself come to climax.
“Oh god. Fuck me Shane”
Never stop fucking me.
As I began to cum, he must have sensed it, or felt my pussy contracting. He says he can feel it on his cock. I looked down as I felt his hand under my stomach. As he began to rub my clit, he continued to pound away at fucking my pussy hard.
My body filled with a tingling feeling from my boobs to my pussy. As he continued to shove his cock in and out of me, I bit my lip and groaned.
“Shane…”
I buried my face into the pillow on the arm of the couch and groaned into it as I came harder than I can remember in many months. As I came he continued to pound away and finger my clit. Electricity shot through my entire body as his finger ticked my swollen clit. After a few strokes, I felt myself begin to climax again. Suddenly, he hoisted me from the couch and turned me to face him.
Heaving for my next breath, I stared at him, wondering what was next. Sexually, I was Shane’s.
I’m always Shane’s.
Standing in front of me with a stiff cock and an eight pack of abs, he reached under my armpits and picked me up from the floor. As he raised me from my feet, I watched the muscles on his biceps flare. Seeing him in this type of physical condition was enough in itself to make me wet. After three or four steps, my back was to the wall. After lowering me to the floor, he reached down and grasped my upper thighs in each hand.
As he picked me from the floor, I bent my legs at the knees. My back now against the wall, he held me suspended from the floor, and shoved his cock deep inside of me. I closed my eyes as my back and head banged against the wall with each stroke.
“I love fucking you,” he grunted.
“I love being…”
“Fucked by…”
“You,” I heaved.
His hips slapped against my upper thighs as he forced me into the wall. With each stroke, my head banged against the wall, reminding me just who was in charge of what we were doing. Something about being held in the air and having him fuck me made me feel as if I was truly his. Shane Dekkar’s little slut.
For a few more minutes.
Two or so minutes into the pounding against the wall, I was done. My throbbing pussy began to tingle and felt as if it were swelling. As he continued to thrust himself in and out of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to scream.
“Cum, Shane. Cum for me. Fill me with your cum,” I screamed as he pounded me against the wall.
My breathing started to sound labored.
“Kace…”
“No, do it. Cum in me. Cum with me. You feel that?”
“You feel my pussy?”
I fought for my next breath, “I’m going to…”
“Cum,” I breathed against his ear.
His hot breath against my neck, he responded, “Kace, I’m going…”
“To…”
I felt his cock swell inside of me. His swollen balls were pounding against the skin directly under my pussy with each stroke. The sensation was more than I could stand. As I began to cum, I clenched my teeth and growled into his shoulder. As I continued to climax, he bit my earlobe and growled a hot breath into my ear.
“I fucking love you,” he grunted as I felt him fill me with cum.
Arching his back, he closed his eyes and growled as he came. I opened and closed my eyes as I came repeatedly. As he opened his eyes and looked down into my eyes, he smiled.
God I love this man.
“I love you Kace,” he said as he lowered me to the floor.
“I love you,” I said as I held my cupped hand between my legs.
“Well, go,” he laughed as he pointed to the bathroom, “we don’t need that shit all over the floor.”
As I walked like a crab toward the bathroom, Casey began to cry.
“Get him up, will you?” I asked over my shoulder.
Shane stood beside the wall, naked, looking down at his half hard cock. As he heard me, he smiled and began walking toward the other side of the living room.
“Get dressed first,” I shouted.
He stopped and turned to the pile of clothes on the floor. As if he’d forgotten he was naked, he sighed and walked toward the pile and reached for his jeans.
There are things about being a parent we both don’t know yet. Some things we know, but we’re just not used to. Overall, we’re really good parents. As I watched Shane’s reflection walk past in the mirror, I smiled.
Shane Dekkar.
My husband.
My lover.
My best friend.
And the father of our crying baby.
Perfection defined.
THE ALPHA-BET
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CHRISTY
When I was seventeen, I had my first and last sexual encounter. To say that it was a cluster-fuck would be an understatement. Cluster-fuck deluxe is more like it. John was an absolute jerk. I was a senior in high school, and he was a freshman in college at the time. I looked at him as being educated, even though he had only one year on me in school.
One problem with being a senior in high school is that you’re still a kid. You think you’re smart, intelligent, intellectual, and have the world by the balls. The truth is you don’t know shit. High school should be about three years longer - since people like John convince stupid young girls like me to do dumb shit - because we’re seniors. We think we have something to prove to the world and ourselves - before we are released to the world.
No one wants to go to college as a virgin. I sure as shit didn’t. As my senior year of high school began, John started to hang out with me. He went to the community college, and I perceived him as being a genius. Hell, he was in college. He was tall, thin, and had a strong jaw. His skin was smooth and clean. I didn’t know it at the time, but I found out later that he had a dick about the size of a green bean - and balls the size of lemons.
“So what exactly are you talking about? Oh, and I really like your hair,” Heather giggled.
“I’m not sure, I just want to go freaking wild. And thanks, it’s really short, huh?” I mumbled as I took a drink of beer.
“No, it looks cute. And you’re funny. You’re talking about being a whore for the summer, and you say ‘freaking’ when
you’re talking about fucking. Say it. Say ‘fucking’,” she demanded as she took a drink of her margarita.
“I hate that word, and you know it - except when I am drunk, then I love saying it. Fucking. See? Fucking. I can say it; I just don’t like it - unless I’m mad or drunk.”
“When you’re drunk, it’s every other word out of your mouth,” she taunted.
“I would like to crawl inside your head and have an exact replay of what happened with John,” she laughed and then continued, “Seems kind of small compared to anything else that’s happened to half the other girls we know.”
Licking the salt from the rim of her glass, she giggled.
Heather and I had been friends since we started school. Normally, we could pass for sisters. She was five foot six, and I was five foot five. We were both cute and natural blonde, mine almost platinum. We could and did share each other’s clothes. People described us as curvy. I didn’t like that terminology much, but that’s what we had always been called.
Curvy.
We played softball together in high school, and now we were in college. The curvy sisters. Almost every week, someone would ask if we were sisters, and about once a month, are you two twins?
“You know what happened, dork. He unloaded two lemon sized balls full of cum all over my face, without fair warning. It was freaking gross, and the sex was not even like sex should be. My thumb was bigger than his dick,” I sighed, laughing with her as I held my thumb in the air.
“It took me a fucking week to get that shit washed out of my hair, and he never said a word after that. It’s like he knew that’s what was going to happen. Asshole. He probably planned it,” I laughed.
“The funniest part is when you said he told you, suck that cock. If a guy is packing a green bean, it’s a penis. A decent sized one is a dick, and one like Randy’s is a cock,” Heather said, holding her hands a foot apart, looking at the space between them.
I took another drink of beer, and thought about John. Fucking asshole. Half-way through my senior year, I agreed to sex. I had zero idea of the size of his dick. We had spent what little time that we were together kissing, and he had licked my pussy a few times. I assumed he had a normal dick. Secretly, I hoped he had a large one. We all hope for the big ones.
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