Dirty Heat

by Cairo

  “Keep fucking me. Mmm. Mmm…yes, yes, yes…”

  He growls. And comes. Flooding me with everything he is.

  • • •

  Three days later…

  “We have to stop this,” I tell Kyree in a breathy whisper. The roping of muscle in his biceps, thick and hard, as he hovers over me with his now semi-erect dick still inside of me. I reach up and trace his sweaty cheekbone with my thumb. He stares at me, searching my face for contradictions. There are so many. My guilt is eating away at me. However, not enough to keep me home. Once again, Kyree and I are at a sleazy motel three towns away—sneakily, catching our breaths from a round of sweet, sweaty fucking.

  He grins down at me, slowly circling his hips, stirring his dick inside of my juices.

  Somewhere stuck in my muddled thoughts is the possibility of his nut-filled condom slipping off his dick inside me; his little white-creamed soldiers swimming their way to the center of everything I am. I already feel like I’ve given him more than I should.

  Yet, he keeps taking more of me.

  And I keep letting him.

  Screwing him is one thing. Getting pregnant by him is a whole other level of betrayal. But I don’t express my concern about the chances of his condom slipping off inside of me. I’m not ready for him or his cock to vacate the warmth and wetness.

  A long moment passes, his hips still slowly winding into me. He kisses the arch of my brow, then asks, “Why? Don’t you like how I make you feel?” He kisses me on the lips. “I know I do. I love the way you feel on my dick. Don’t you?”

  I swallow. “Yes, yes. Of course I do.” Oh, God, how I love this dick. “A little too much.”

  Sex with Sebastian is good. No, more than good. It’s great.

  But, but…ohgod, but…

  Sex with Kyree is…breathtaking. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience. I am not myself. It’s like I’m possessed. I become this wild sexual beast with him, sinking my teeth into his flesh, clawing at his back, clutching the sheets, bucking and growling. He pulls this out of me. Fucks it out of me. Reaches into the core of who I thought I am—who I thought I was—and turns me into this sex-crazed being.

  I knew I’d never be the same the first night I gave in to his advances and snuck him into the large shed out in my backyard late in the night—like close to two in the morning, when I thought Jacob was knocked out—and fucked him bent over Sebastian’s work bench.

  Kyree tore through my wet pussy, ravishing it with his mouth, his tongue, his cock. Heat blasted through me when the tip of his dick eased into me. He inched it in and out at a sweetly tormenting pace, pushing deeper and deeper until I was reaching in back of me—craning my neck, cursing him under my breath, while grabbing him by the thighs, pulling him in, clamping my muscles around his cock. The minute he nudged my cervix I cried out. Thankful for having the thunder and heavy rain to drown out my wails of pleasure.

  I loved the way his curved dick scraped against my walls with each twist and thrust of his hips. I’d never experienced a curved dick before. Until Kyree. Ooh, it was sooo good. Hell, it still is. But, that first night I experienced it…my God. My thighs quivered. My stomach clenched. And then I felt his dick swell even more just as he pulled out, then slammed deep.

  I watched him over my shoulder as I held open my ass cheeks for him—per his request, his chiseled face painted with pleasure as he spat on his middle finger. I had no idea what he was going to do with that finger until I saw droplets of spit descend from his lips and splatter onto my asshole.

  My body stiffened. But he coaxed me to relax and whispered sweet nothings, daring me to let go and give in. And then he was pushing the tip of that long middle finger in my ass, while slow stroking my pussy. Slowly, push, push, push. Then out. Push, push, push. Then back out again. More spit. Then push, push, push. Then out again. More spit. Then push, push, push. He did that several more times—with his dick stoking the fires inside me—until I opened around his probing digit, and felt flames roaring up my spine.

  I’d never had a finger in my ass. Not even a tongue lap there. Ever.

  Not until that night.

  And there I was slumped over, one knee up on Sebastian’s work bench for support, my ass up and pulled open wide with a finger pumping in and out of it, while Kyree matched each finger thrust with the stroke of his dick. Pumping, pumping, pumping…stroking, stroking, stroking—a blanket of pleasure rolled over me. I was tumbling over into the maelstrom of an orgasm like no other climax I’d ever experienced.

  I felt it. The rumbling. The whirl. It started at the tips of my toes, then rolled over the soles of my feet, then surged upward into the back of my calves, then spread fiercely through my asshole, then roiled over into the pit of my pussy. The sensitive tip of my clit pulsed and tingled.

  I reached down between my legs, per Kyree’s demand, and pressed on the slick, swollen nub, opening the floodgates to a powerful orgasm that shook my whole body, causing every muscle in my body to spasm.

  My eyes stung with tears when that second and third orgasm hit, snatching my breath and causing white spots to blur my vision. I gasped. Felt my eyes cross. Then howled, dragging my nails across the metal bench as a bundle of throbbing, pulsing heat gushed out of me.

  I’d experienced my first female ejaculation.

  I’d squirted.

  And I owed it all to Kyree.

  Just like that. He managed to turn me into a mindless dick junkie.

  • • •

  He grins, that sexy dimple of his flashing. “Then what’s the problem?” he says, pulling me out from my thoughts. “Sounds”—he grinds deeper into me—“and feels mutually beneficial to the both of us.”

  My legs open wider. Allowing Kyree’s dick to possess more of me. I blink back the rest of those sordid images of that night inside Sebastian’s shed, and focus on him. Lying here beneath him, my heartbeat quickening as I slowly melt under his warm gaze, I feel like I could become one of those needy women who’d empty out her entire savings, ruin her credit, and throw her whole life away just to keep getting this young hard dick. Good dick. Powerful dick. Addictive dick. That’s what this is. Too damn dangerous.

  And when I’m with this boy, this man-child, I am not myself. I don’t know who this woman is; lying atop damp sheets, sprawled beneath this muscled body, legs spread open, pussy slick and well-fucked and still wanting more.

  “You already know why,” I say softly, my pussy still pulsing around his dick. “It’s not right.”

  “But it feels right, Mrs. Lang.”

  I cringe. The fact that he calls me Mrs. Lang is confirmation in itself that this is all wrong, and it is a clear aide-mémoire of my age…and his. And it is a painful reminder that I am a married woman, having an affair with my son’s best friend.

  “My bad, babe. But you know what I’m saying. I’m big on you.” He kisses me lightly on the lips. “And this thing we got is good. Real good.”

  I swallow.

  Damn him.

  “Who have you told? About us?”

  He shakes his head. “No one.” I raise a brow, unconvinced. “Nah, for real. On everything, I’m real discreet about mine. Besides, Jay is my boy. I could never dog him out like that. He’s like a brother to me.”

  My stomach tightens. I feel my insides churning. Ohgod. I think I’m going to be sick. I swallow the bile rising in the back of my throat. “But you’re screwing his mother. And I’m married. So, you see how ugly this could get. This puts us both in a very precarious position.”

  His dick finally slips out of me, and I immediately feel regretfully empty as he rolls over on his back, then swings his legs over the bed and gets up, holding the cream-filled condom in place with his hand.

  “Only if someone finds out. And they won’t. You just gotta know how to move. That’s all.”

  “Oh? And you know how to move?”

  “Of course I do. Hey, I might be only nineteen,” he says, carefully removing the condom, “b
ut I’m not new to this.” I eye him as walks across the room and tosses it in a nearby trashcan. Then saunters back over toward the bed, his skin glistening with sweat, his dick covered in a wet glaze of cum.

  Right then, realization hits. I’m not his first. Silly of me to think I was. I should have known better. Should have known a boy with as much charm and sexual energy as he would have plenty of older, more evolved, seasoned women at his fingertips. Still, I can’t help feel a tinge of…ohgod…jealousy.

  I drink in his curved dick as it bounces. “So who else have you done this with?”

  He grins. “See. Now you doing too much.” He leans down, cups my face in his hands and kisses me. “I told you I don’t kiss ‘n’ tell.”

  And that may be true. But I still can’t help wondering what other friends’ mothers he’s worked his magical charm on. Or how many of them bitches has he fucked senseless. Or am I the only one who’s lost her damned mind?

  He grabs his cum-sticky dick, shaking it at me. “Don’t worry. I got this. And I got you.”

  I sit up in bed, swinging my legs over. “Well, that’s good to know.”

  He gives me a quizzical look. “Um, where you going?”

  “To shower.”

  He shakes his head, reaching for another condom on the nightstand. “Nah. I’m not done, yet. Lie back and lift open your legs.”

  I smile, doing as I am told. Allowing this man-child to dominate. Allowing myself to submit to his will. I spread wide, bending at the knees, displaying my wet cunt for his taking.

  “Damn. You gotta phat pussy. I wanna cream-pie you so bad.” I lift my head up from the mattress and give him a questioning look. He smirks. “Bust inside you, then eat you out.”

  My cunt clenches.

  Ooh, he’s one freaky-ass motherfucker.

  • • •

  A week later…

  “Dang, Mrs. Lang,” Kyree says in between bites of his food, “this lasagna is bangin’.”

  Kyree and Jacob have spent the most part of the afternoon out back entertaining a group of their friends, a mixture of horny males and giggling, bikini-clad sex kittens, lounging about our in-ground pool. Today had been a near-perfect summer day. A delicious breeze, warm sun shining down. Every so often, I found myself dashing up the stairs and peeking through slits of the blinds of my upstairs window, stalking the area as I eyed Jacob and…Kyree.

  They were teen boys, for heaven’s sake. Doing what teen boys do. But when Kyree stepped out of the pool—water cascading down his chiseled body—and caught some big-booty, platinum-blonde-haired hussy around the waist and pulled her up against his hard, wet chest, I froze.

  She threw her arms around his neck, then eased up on her tiptoes and kissed him. On the mouth! Fast-ass little ho!

  He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled. I rolled my eyes. “Bitch,” I muttered as I watched. “I hope the chlorine breaks your edges off.” I stepped back from the window. I’d seen enough. But fifteen minutes later, I found myself peering out of another window. “What the hell am doing?” I murmured, even as a rush of wetness trickled down my thighs and I slipped a finger inside my overheated pussy. I had to scold myself several times for not trusting my son and his friend enough to entertain their friends without prying eyes, for not being able to allow them a measure of privacy. They deserved that much. Didn’t they? Hell no! Not under my roof. I had every right to know what the heck was going on right under my nose. After all, they were my responsibility.

  So, why was I frozen in shock when Kyree’s gaze lifted, and suddenly I was caught in his snare?

  When he lifted his head and his lips curved upward, my knees nearly buckled. All the blood left my face. Shit. I was busted. He knew I was watching! He cupped the little hotbox’s ass and kissed her back. My nipples pebbled and my pussy flooded with liquid warmth. I closed my eyes and an image of Kyree filled my mind. Suddenly I envisioned him thrusting his long, talented tongue in and out of me, licking me to orgasm. I could almost feel the brush of his tongue against my sensitive clit, laving my pussy with loving strokes. Each erotic image brought forth a moan. I pumped hard and fast, then climaxed. My juices soaked my fingers and my cunt clenched and unclenched, making me ache for a good fuck. My heartbeat sped up and I cursed myself for spying on Jacob and his friends—particularly for eyeing Kyree—and for being so incredibly turned on by my voyeuristic behavior. Shamelessly wet, I turned and headed back downstairs. I needed a hard dick and a stiff drink.

  • • •

  “I wish my moms cooked like this,” Kyree says, tugging me from my thoughts.

  I blink back the remaining images of him at the pool, and smile. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

  “I am,” he says as he lifts his eyes up from his plate long enough to take me in with his gaze. “I enjoy everything you cook. I love eating…” He pauses, mischief flickering in his eyes. You. I love eating you, I hear him say in my head. I shift in my seat. “Good food,” he finishes, smacking his lips.

  I swallow back a rush of drool as he swipes his wet tongue over his thick juicy lips, then licks his long, pussy-probing fingers.

  I fight to shake the memory of how, just days ago, he had me clutching the sheets, moaning, digging my heels into the mattress as he cupped my ass and lifted me to his mouth and fucked me swiftly with his tongue; each shallow thrust of his tongue sending me spiraling closer to another climax.

  “Ohgod, yes,” I cried out as his growl vibrated against my clit. “Don’t stop. Oooh…don’t stop giving me that tongue…it feels so good, baby. Mmmm, yesss…”

  “I’m going to make you come hard.” He looked up just long enough to take in the expression of ecstasy etched on my face; my bottom lip pulled in tight, my eyes fluttering, my head thrashing side to side.

  He pulled my lips apart, then followed his finger along my wet slit, making me shudder and my toes curl before replacing his finger with his tongue and running the tip of it over my clit, then delving in deep.

  One finger entered me as he licked. My hips thrust hungrily.

  “Right there,” I said breathlessly. “I like that. Oooh, yes…oooh, yes…lick my pussy. Mmmm. Faster. Oooh…”

  Kyree wedged a second finger inside. But he’d removed them too fast, too soon, only to dip them into my mouth for me to suck, to taste. And, then, he snatches them away and surges onto his knees, elevating me. My hips rose off the mattress. My legs spread wider, my cunt so hungry and greedy for more of him, all of him. The rapid-fire flicking of his tongue had me on the verge of combustion. I was so full from arousal that I could feel it building deep in the pit of my soul.

  I thrashed anew, fighting to hold in the rushing wave of wet yearning roiling inside of me. I’d cast a hazy gaze at the beauty of his hardened biceps as they supported the weight of me. It was a beautiful sight to behold. This young man eagerly licking me, sucking me, fucking me with fingers and tongue; his face wet…from me; my pussy his meal, his nourishment, to enjoy.

  In my frenzy, a low moan broke free from the back of my throat. “Jesus! Yes, God!” My clit, my labia, my open sex…all trembled from pleasure; his, mine. The tip of Kyree’s tongue danced against my slit, then over my clit. He urged me closer to orgasm. Trilled his tongue against my pussy, causing my head to pound with the need, want, desire to climax.

  My toes curled tight, my fists clenched. The things Kyree can do with his mouth and tongue are magical. Excruciating delight. Boundless pleasure. And almost unbearable. But I wanted more, so much more.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned as he sucked on my clit, then used his teeth to nip and graze it, before releasing it with a wet sound. “No, don’t stop!”

  He rasped, “You want more?”

  I sputtered out spit and drool. “Yes.”

  He blew on my clit, his ragged breath heating my flared opening, then sucked it back into his mouth and sucked harder than ever before, tonguing me at the same time. My body twisted as my hips bucked wantonly to his mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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  Sucking me harder, faster, Kyree wrung from me one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever imagined.

  And, just as he promised, I came in a thunderous roar.

  • • •

  “Yeah, my mom can definitely cook,” Jacob says, pulling me from the after-shudders of my reverie. “If a broad ever expects me to put a ring on it, she had better know how to throw down in the bedroom and the kitchen.”

  I laugh. “Boy, T-M-I.”

  He shrugs. “I’m just saying. The way to my heart is not only through my stomach, but through…”

  “All right, all right. Enough. I get it.” I shake my head. “And what about you, Kyree? What kind of woman are you looking for”

  He looks up from his plate, the answer flashing in his eyes. “A woman like you.” “I’m with Jay, Mrs. Lane. I want a woman…like you and my mom combined in one.”

  Jacob frowns. “Man, what’s up with you sweating my mom. I keep telling you, you need to chill with that.”

  Kyree grins. “Man, relax. Stop acting all jealous. You know I’m only speaking truth. Don’t get me wrong. My mom is a good woman. And I definitely like whoever I marry to have a lot of her qualities. But she doesn’t cook all that good. And I want a woman who does, like your mom.” Kyree looks over at me. “Mr. Lane is one lucky man.”

  I shift in my seat, feeling heat spread through me.

  “Man, whatever,” Jacob says, oblivious to the fact that I’ve just wet my panties simply from sitting here across the table and watching Kyree practically make love to his food as if he were making love to me. He licks his fork, and that sends more chills rippling along my spine.

  I know he is far too young for me. I’m old enough to be his mother, for crying out loud. Yet, I am sitting here undressing him with my eyes, reliving some of my most intimate moments with him. We steal glances at each other, our eyes openly saying what our mouths don’t. I want you. Tonight.

  Some would say age isn’t anything but a number as long as he’s legal. And he is. But others might say that fucking a nineteen-year-old is appalling, but that doesn’t stop me from lusting him, from me wanting more of him, from me wanting him to have more of me.