by Selena Kitt
"That's nice," he whispered.
He ended the kiss and stared at her.
"Michael..." she murmured. "What are you doing?"
"I'm seducing you," he said simply.
Seduce, she thought.
What a wonderful, magical, completely erotic word, and Bonnie's adrenaline surged again at the thought of it. His slowly burgeoning cock felt wonderful to hold, and she couldn't believe she was finally, actually experiencing it. With a desperate, animalistic grunt, she crushed her mouth on his and savaged his tongue with hers, running her fingers wildly through his hair. He returned her ardor with brute masculinity, wrapping his arms around her so tightly she could barely breathe, both of them moaning together on the gently rocking dock. He broke off the kiss, and she watched, gasping for breath, as he reached out and cupped the heaviness of her tits, testing the weight with his hands. Her nipples swelled agonizingly against her t-shirt, and she moaned again as he gently pinched their hardness between his thumbs and forefingers and sighed with satisfaction.
"Your breasts are so beautiful, Bonnie," he said softly. "I can't wait to suck them."
He stood up and extended his hand. Bonnie groaned, staring up at him, her heart a jackhammer slamming against her ribs. His cock strained his suit, riding high and full against his belly the way it had yesterday in the bedroom. Bonnie knew she couldn't wait until they got inside the house to see it -- she reeled in her line, threw the pole aside, and then reached up and peeled his trunks down just far enough to expose it. His cock reared free, proudly enraged and ready for business. She grasped it and stroked, milking a drop of pre-cum from his slit.
"Not here," Michael hissed urgently.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone might see."
"I don't care."
"I do."
He quickly fixed his trunks and pulled her to her feet. Bonnie took the lead going up the stairs, Michael fondling her bottom, squeezing and rubbing the fleshy rounds, and Bonnie felt heat and wetness roaring through her pussy as he played with her. She turned on the stairs and pulled his face against her crotch, undulating lewdly and moaning. He slid a hand between her shorts and thigh, slipped past her panties, and fingered her mound, Bonnie jerking reflexively and smothering a cry. At the top of the stairs, he took her in his arms again, crushing her against him, flattening her heaving breasts on his chest and rubbing his throbbing erection on her pelvis with meaningful purpose. His lips fastened hungrily upon hers and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Bonnie crooned, her heart pounding. She loved the way he was assuming command, and intoxicating thrills overtook her. She grasped his trembling bottom and pressed him closer.
"Michael," she hissed.
They staggered together toward the house, reaching the deck and going no further. The deck was partially hidden by lilac bushes, but they could still be heard. Michael pulled down his trunks, yanked down her shorts, and unceremoniously bent her over the railing, Bonnie crying out with pleasure. He was going to take her like a dog, and the joy of that knowledge was dizzying. She felt his hard length slip between her cheeks and then insistently rubbing up and down in her crack, the oozing knob drooling lube on her winking bunghole. For one terrifying moment, his glans pushed demandingly against her rectum, and Bonnie tried to pull away, but then he slipped down to her portal, and her excitement returned. She clutched the railing for leverage, spread her trembling legs, and he slammed himself home with one ferocious thrust, driving the solid meat deep and smashing her cervix.
Bonnie screamed.
Michael grasped the cheeks of her ass and squeezed them painfully.
"You like that, you big slut?"
"Ooooo yessssss," she hissed.
"Who's your daddy?"
"You are!"
He gave a savage thrust that rocked her body and knocked her knees painfully against the railing spindles. He pulled out and slammed back in, picking up the pace. He slapped her big bouncing ass as their bodies pounded together, and Bonnie wailed. He railed her, the power and timing of his thrusts overwhelming. Tears gleamed in Bonnie's wide eyes as unbridled happiness clutched her heart and crushed it in her chest. Her pussy squelched moistly and her titties flopped heavily as he ravaged the inferno of her cunt with an intensity that was simply amazing.
"Oh God Daddy fuck me!" she cried.
Michael grabbed her hips and sawed her in half. An orgasm loomed, desperate and powerful, needing only a bit more to be fulfilled.
"Finger me, Daddy," she begged. "Finger my clitty!"
Grunting, Michael reached around and roughly tugged the bush between her legs. He found her clitty and rubbed, and a bolt of energy powered through Bonnie's crotch and down her legs. She gasped for breath, the hot sweat of their coupling slippery and stinking. He probed her again, and a spray of juice flooded the deck as she exploded with a demonic cry of release, her body shaking, her mind whirling. Michael cried out, grabbed her hips again, and sank himself home. His cock bucked hugely within the molten confines of her cunt, and she felt his semen rocket powerfully against her cervix. Over and over, he emptied himself, groaning continuously and shuddering, until his milky wads flowed past his poling meat and joined the juices that poured from her cunt.
And then he collapsed against her, sucking wind with great, wracking gasps.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," Bonnie hissed, black spots dancing behind her eyelids. She wriggled her bottom, and his cock twitched in her slop-filled channel.
"God-damn," he croaked.
Bonnie's wits had returned. She knew how well sound carried across water, and she giggled.
"The entire river must've heard that," she said.
He pulled out and stepped back. Their effluence clung to his semi-erect shaft, dangling pendulously and gleaming in the morning sun.
"That's so sexy," she whispered.
With a moan, Bonnie dropped to her knees. She leaned forward and licked the wetness with her tongue, cupping his heavy balls with the palm of her hand as he looked down at her with wide, excited eyes. She stared up at him.
"Am I as good as Michelle?"
"That remains to be seen."
He grabbed her hair and she engulfed him. His rehardening shaft tasted salty and sour, and it burned and throbbed on her lips. He pumped his hips and groaned, pushing his knob into the back of her throat, and then down it. Bonnie gagged, relaxed, and then devoured him whole, grasping his hips and guiding him as his balls slapped against her chin. Her head bobbed methodically as she used her mouth to fuck him, inhaling his masculine odor, his pubic hair scratching her face.
"Oh, fuck, Bonnie," he gasped.
Bonnie's heart surged with the power she held over him, her dominance of this man total and complete in this single, heavenly moment. He was at her mercy and loving every excruciating second of it. She sucked his balls and caressed his taint; she lipped his knob and stroked his shaft and listened to his guttural groans. His hip thrusts quickened, growing stronger. When she looked up at him, she saw his head thrown back and his eyes closed, and she knew he was about to ejaculate a second time.
Bonnie pulled back and stared up at him. Michael's hips jerked reflexively and he opened his eyes, cock poling forth and glistening with her drool. She watched it throb, begging for satisfaction, and she chuckled.
"What the fuck, Bonnie!" Michael exclaimed.
"Not so fast, me bucko. You got a lot of work to do."
"What if I say no?" he demanded, but it didn't sound like he really meant it.
Bonnie arched her eyebrows and touched his knob with a fingertip. The bloated organ jumped at the contact, and the young man's entire body quivered. She chuckled again as she watched him twitch and tremble with the agony of unrelieved sexual tension. She stood up, grabbed his dick, and led him into the house.
"I've waited a long time for this, Michael," she said over her shoulder. "I'm not going to let you poop out just yet."
Michael was surprised by the way she had assumed control over the situation. This woma
n clearly had her appetites and expected them to be fulfilled.
She led him down the hallway and into the master bedroom. Michael had never been in here before and was impressed. He was further impressed by the master bath. It had a whirlpool tub and a marble shower that could comfortably hold three people. Bonnie reached in and turned on the faucets, her t-shirt riding up past her jiggling rump, and hot water immediately burst from the heads, quickly filling the room with steam. She tested the temp, wiggling her bottom for him, made an adjustment, and then nodded in satisfaction. She stared at him expectantly for a moment, and then stepped inside.
The water immediately pasted her white t-shirt to her upper body, revealing the voluptuous curves of her beautiful mammaries to his frank, admiring gaze. Her mauve nipples were engorged, huge and round. Her thick red bush stood out in stark relief below the soaking-wet material, a brush fire of monumental proportions waiting to consume him. She smiled coquettishly and cupped her titties with her hands.
"Like what you see?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"Then get your beautiful ass in here."
The hot water pounded down on him as he reached for her with a groan. Bonnie continued to smile as his hands found her breasts and squeezed them through the wet cotton. She moaned involuntarily at his touch, his fingers busily massaging her areolas into a heightened hardness that was exquisitely delicious. The friction created by the material rubbing on her nipples sent tingling sensations into the pit of her stomach, and she pulled him close and kissed him.
"Ooooooooo," she crooned against his lips. "I like that."
"Take off that fucking shirt," he demanded.
"You take it off."
He peeled her t-shirt over her head and dropped the soaking material onto the marble floor with a loud, wet plop, and her breasts tumbled free with milky splendor. They were as big and firm as her t-shirt had revealed, demanding to be squeezed and sucked and fucked. She slid her hands up her belly and cupped them again, pushing them upward. She cocked her head and licked a nipple, giggling at his open-mouthed surprise. She opened her mouth and suckled moistly, and watched as he grabbed his cock and stroked it. She stepped back, still cupping her titties, and dragged her tongue across her upper lip.
"Take them, Daddy," she whispered.
Bonnie watched Michael's hands tremble as he reached forward and lovingly, achingly grasped them. His fingers caressed those huge, hard nipples and she squirmed with pleasure, moaning. Overwhelmed, he grasped and kneaded her soft, pendulous flesh, finally leaning forward to suckle. He engulfed one udder hungrily with a groan, tongue dancing over the areola and then the quivering nipple while her hands held his face against her chest. He licked her cleavage and settled on the other breast, sucking and slurping.
"That's right, baby," Bonnie whispered, heart pounding, listening to him grunt and smack. "Suck Mamma's titties."
She cradled his head and he suckled her like an infant, Bonnie feeling an incredible sense of power and intimacy. She stroked his head as he devoured her tits, taking one enraged nipple between his teeth and nipping.
"Eeeeeeee," she keened.
She felt his cock pressing against her thigh and reached down to stroke it. The heat of his hardened rail burned the palm of her hand. He jumped, twitching. The water poured down, drenching them. He tongued her areola, and she moaned with pleasure. He reached between them, cupped her mound, and flicked a finger on her clitty.
"Yesssssss," she hissed, grunting, hips bucking.
"Bonnie," he gasped.
She wanted him to titty-fuck her but knew he might cum, and she wanted that manly tool deep and hard again before he did. She dragged him to the floor, straddled his pelvis, and dropped her gaping, hungry beaver down on the iron rod of his manhood with a rump-smacking squelch of delirious delight, her cry of delight echoing off the marble walls of the shower.
"Fuck yeah!" Michael shouted.
He grabbed her thighs and thrust, his slick heavy length savaging her hot, turgid depths. Bonnie wailed at the heavens, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was lubriciously filled with scorched, burning masculinity, and she shrieked with an ardor she hadn't known she possessed. She stared down at his face -- his eyes were closed but his mouth was open, gasping for breath, and then he groaned with ecstasy, his fingers clawing deeply into her flesh. She braced herself on his shoulders and powered down with her hips, driving him deeper until he was completely hilted and she was utterly impaled.
The water poured down on both of them as she wriggled her hips, tasking his cock like a huntress. When he opened his eyes, she swung her heavy mammaries across his face, and he captured one pendulous melon in his mouth and greedily sucked the nipple. She delivered the other breast to his wanton mouth, and he licked the areola, his tongue a writhing serpent. Bonnie's hip thrusts quickened as she felt another orgasm building. She abruptly sat up and began thrusting harder still. Their groins smashed together slickly, her fuckhole sucking loudly and wetly as he slid back and forth inside of her.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she gasped, her eyes crazed. "Fuck me like you own me!"
With an enraged grunt, he rammed himself deep, and Bonnie sucked in her breath with pain and excitement. Growling, Michael lifted her back up, and she sank back down. Together, they found the rhythm, and her movements became faster and more intense. Her heavy teats bounced and his aching balls jiggled. Their bodies were slippery with running water as their pelvises smacked together with loud, moist, slapping sounds. Their panting and groaning reverberated off the walls of the marble shower as they worked together toward a vicarious foregone conclusion.
"Harder, Daddy! Fuck me harder!"
Michael fucked her hard, snarling with rage, his body trapped beneath her weight on the shower's tile floor. He reached up and forcefully squeezed her flopping tits, thumbing her nipples and yanking a loud squeal from her throat. Her hand slid down her tummy to where they were joined, and she rubbed her swollen clit with brutal purpose.
"Michael!" she cried. "Oh God Miiichael!"
She sank down on him, the walls of her cunt contracting viciously around his throbbing shaft, and her pussy juice exploded, her orgasm crashing through her shuddering body like an eighteen-wheeler. She leaned forward and braced herself on his shoulders as he continued to slam himself into her, her wails loud and long and continuous, her body shaking, the water running off her breasts and landing on his chest.
"I'm cuummming!" he howled.
She felt his meat abruptly swell, and then cried out as she felt the first powerful jet blast up inside of her. This time she wanted to see it, but he grabbed her hips and held her in place, groaning and humping repeatedly, his scalding issuance mixing with hers. She continued to pump him and he continued to come, at the end of which was a quick, solid stream that boiled out of her saturated pussy and left their flesh dripping as his cries filled the shower and his body vibrated beneath her. And then, she collapsed like a crumpled piece of paper, her exhausted pussy throbbing, the sound of his ragged breathing filling her ears.
"Holy shit," he gasped, shivering.
Bonnie kissed his neck. "God, you're good. I knew you would be."
He rolled her onto her back and pressed his face into her breasts, kissing them tenderly. Bonnie held him close and crooned with contentment, still unable to believe what had just transpired. The desperate dreams through which she'd suffered these long months had finally been fulfilled, and she wished fervently that their couplings could continue past today.
"Michael..."
"Don't," he said, his voice muffled against her chest. "I know what you're thinking."
They were silent for a moment, and then Michael cleared his throat.
"You still want us over for dinner tonight?"
"Yes," she said. "If only to see you."
He chuckled softly. "Well, I haven't left yet. We've got plenty of time."
Bonnie thrilled to his words. She lifted his head and kissed him.
"Then we be
tter make the most of it," she said.
* * *
The house was quiet when Michelle returned home, and she was a little nonplussed. Usually, there was music playing in the office, or the sound of Michael moving around somewhere inside, but not this utter stillness. She set her bag on the kitchen counter and walked down the hallway.
"Michael?"
When he didn't respond, she grew uneasy. She called out again with the same results, and then paused in the bedroom doorway. Her husband was fast asleep on top of the covers, chest rising and falling rhythmically, a little snore breaking the silence. He was naked, and his limp penis looked red and enflamed. A faint smile curled her lips.